A Terrible Month

It has been a terrible month of health issues.  Yup, it's been a month since my knee surgery.  I had my final appointment with the doctor yesterday.  No, wait. . . the Physician's Assistant.  You only get to see the doctor once--when he sells you on the surgery.  After he has performed the operation, there is nothing more he can do for you, apparently.  And I accept that.  I guess that it is true.  There is the checking for sepsis and swelling and mobility.  Now I am released.  I am on my own to rehab as I will.  I must listen to my body.  That is the advice.  My brain tells me too many things.  My body has fallen in love with not working out.  If I listen to my body, we will be on the couch after work.  If I listen to my head, we will be training for the NBA.  And so I begin ever so slowly walking farther every day.  Walking two miles is difficult right now, not because of my knee but because of everything else.

It is the other thing that worries me constantly, though, intestinal track.  I eat for it, drink for it, pray for it.  I think I've had some cold or flu, too, that has laid me low.  And then there is the constant darkness of the season.  I'm in search of vitality.

Lisa wished me luck on my Rising Chutzpah.  I had none.  I have not gone to Art Basel.  Rather, if I get going, I will watch the Christmas Parade down the Boulevard in my own hometown.  Don't count on that either, though.  I seem to be glued to my chair this morning.  I might miss everything.

In my present state, I am at a loss to explain how I produced enough pictures to post a new one every day.  I was a madman with nothing else to do.  I was making pictures day and night.  I haven't the energy or interest now.  Some interest, but in search of a subject, really.  It will come to me.  It will come.

Perhaps if I there were more strangely exotic girls like the one above. . . . so unusual and striking.  But there are other factors now, too, that have me looking in another direction.  And everything I really want to photograph is so awfully taboo and off limits for me.  Take a look at this.  She is not technically special, but she has nailed the subject.  I may contact her and tell her nice things, but I fear I am late.  She surely has as many fans now as she can handle.