Yup

Cleaning, it's not so bad as it seems when we're kids.

But left unchecked it can mount to proportions that will overwhelm

those with even the least operational of noses.

As you choke back the gag reflex scrubbing what might

if left unchecked become the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,

a sense of accomplishment slowly builds.

As all is done and the scent of pine and lemon fade...

The evenings meal finished.

Once more, a dirty dish meets sink......

MRI

My condition has worsened, I now have no control over the left side of my face.
Today I went in for an MRI after work and am awaiting the results. The look of surprise on my family doctors face as he observed my condition explained a few things to me. Watching him write note after note while I sat in silence in the overly plush chair, a smile across my face. Life is good... it matters not what negativity dwells there is always the beauty to behold.
I was watching a man who truly cares about his patients take detailed notes for the neurologist and MRI tech that would be dealing with me in only minutes.
Once at the hospital in a neighboring city I was treated with only kindness and efficient motion.
Making sure to thank them for effort I felt a satisfaction in my misfortune. I was able to observe in depth the good will of my fellow human being. Once again I feel incredibly fortunate.

Earlier today I was able to install with a couple of coworkers a house full of windows, then come to my own neighborhood and install a few for a woman I've known most my life. Still capable of achieving things I feel not unfortunate but the swelling of capability. I only now know in a very small way what it is that drives the optimism of those with far more adverse circumstances.
I hope to never again look upon my own with discomfort or depression, life is good. All that needs be done is to live it to the best of ones ability. I am grateful for this experience no matter the outcome.

Appreciation.

It's been just over a week since my concussion, the symptoms have yet to fade. The opposite is in fact the case. I'm experiencing mild paralysis of several of my left facial features. My sense of taste is gone, and so is that of smell. My smile is one sided like a gold medal olympic snowboarder. My left eye blinks very slowly and continues to water.

The surprising part of it all is that it's not really bothering me, it's as if some part of my mind has been unlocked. I find my optimism at peak, my humor seems intensified, and my will to accomplish tasks I usually put off is reborn.

I believe in all experiences there are two courses of action to be taken mentally.
1. Blame your circumstances and become a victim of them.
2. Assess the situation, take from it what lesson you can, and apply it to make your future better.

Optimism is the route I have most often chosen in life, learning from the unfortunate situations in life and turning them into a positive lesson builds you into a stronger person.

I feel fortunate for my current experience, it has brought me to realize the blessing of good health I've enjoyed most my life. It has also shown me how other people whose situations may be more permanent learn to cope and excel. I will most likely recover fully from my injury, and this lesson gives me the opportunity to enjoy my previous health to a fuller extent.

One cannot truly enjoy the view from the mountain tops without having ascended from the valleys bellow.

It is with this though that I would encourage all those who read this. Find the beauty and hope in all things, poor and fair. When one does so they have the opportunity to live a greater life.

That's all for now. A good life to you and yours!

Concussion

So late saturday night I obtained a concussion.
I don't remember falling, I don't remember talking to the ambulance employees,
and I don't remember getting in.
I do remember waking up midway to the hospital in the ambulance and screaming profanity
after profanity. I had no idea where I was or why I was there. As soon as I has run out of breath
once again I passed out.
I next awoke inside of a cat scan, I freaked out again screaming profanity's and questioning where I was, just as I started crying I once again passed out.
Inside of a room that to me resembled a white holding cell from star wars I awoke once more.
Looking around I saw two familiar faces, thankful to not be alone I felt that I was fine and tore all the cables from my chest and yelled "I'm getting the hell out of here!". I stood up to leave and once more passed out. Over the next few hours I remember nothing, eventually awakening in my friends home I began sobbing, sorry for having caused them so much trouble. I had been nothing but rude to everyone I had encountered the entire night after my accident, and the idea that I might have been just as rude to them tore at my soul. They assured me that I wasn't rude to them and that they loved and cared for me, I began to sob again apologizing for the burden I had become. The next day I went to my family Dr. and found that I have a ruptured eardrum and concussion. At present I'm deaf in my left ear, and as you can see writing fairly poorly. I'm currently on Lortab prescribed to me as well as experiencing waves of vertigo.
Yet the only thing I can really focus my thoughts on is how fortunate I am to have so many great friends and family who are willing to put their lives on hold to help me in a time of need. Thanks to all of you who are my friends, I don't feel I deserve the caliber of love I've received. If ever there come a time of need in any of you, my great friends, lives... don't hesitate one bit, I will do everything I can to help you. I love all of you so much, Thank you for being part of my life.