Hello,
My butt hurts. Probably not the statement you may have expected from me, eh?
Well, i'm kinda silly ... i walked over to my candlelight meeting last night, making snowballs as i strolled, sometimes climbed over the snow. Kinda chilly out for that with temps in the teens, but oh well. 4 others showed up so that was "cool," ... it made the trip worth it.
Earlier in the day i'd gone sledding, with all the attendent bumps and bounces.
On the way home last night there was this one smooth iron man hole cover that was partially exposed. i stepped on it and revisited my 3 Stooges mentality as, arms and legs flailing, i fell in a heap ... so, yeah, my butt hurts this morning.
Talked with my sponsor earlier this week. He's gone into work a few days this past week. That guy has brass balls ... if i'd have had brain surgery last weekend, i'd probably not have wanted to go to work, especially at his job. Other than some side effects from the chemo, he seems to be doing okay. i don't know if they're doing the radiation, too. Keep praying, okay?
So i'm laying here in front of the computer this morning and i get this e-mail asking about my holiday plans. By any reasonable standard, mine are kind of lame: a 4 hour AA phoneline shift Christmass Eve and 6 hours New Year's Eve, and probably more if things go as they normally do at the Alkathon ... most folks would not consider these to be terribly exciting plans.
So i'm laying here starting to feel a little sorry for myself ... hey, i'm a drunk so i do that crap once in a while ... wondering if i'll ever really be anything but the aNiMaL ... wondering if, yeah, i'll say it, if i'll ever even get laid again ... hey, give me a break, okay ... i haven't gotten any since the Clinton administration ... wondering if God will actually provide the family i desire ... some of you have heard me refer to myself as a "social retard," well, now you know one reason why.
Then i start thinking about my sponsors ... the one i have now and the one who'd passed from cancer a while ago. Dennis R. was a heck of a guy ... he "got to" do service for the Fellowships, most times even enjoying it when folks weren't messing with him ... he "got to" go to camp outs and drag silly guys like me to them ... he "got to" face the final journey in this life with more courage than i see many of us ever have. And Randy "gets to" go to work with sutures in his head ... do i really need to sit here and feel sorry for myself?
Somehow, i just don't think so.
What do you "get to" do this holiday?
Tags: Male Pattern Baldness Falling On The Ice Insanity