Good question. I've been asking myself that for almost a month. A lot has happened, I guess. On the other hand, nothing has really happened at all. I have been stuck in a massive depression since getting the news that I was not going to die. This makes no sense to me. They tell me that it's not uncommon. People get used to the idea that their life might end, then in a flash, the whole picture changes and it's hard to cope with. I was surprised all summer that my depression was laying low. We'll it's back now and making up for lost time. I saw the shrink last week. She messed with my meds a little bit and referred me to a counsellor. Just what I need. More doctors.
|You should see the other guy.|
The whole episode scared the daylights out of Mum. She had made plans to go home, and was considering staying longer, but we convinced her that I was going to be ok. The doc said I was just dehydrated because I was not eating enough.
Fake teeth take some getting used to. Chewing becomes a conscious act. I've never really given much thought to the process of moving food from my lips to my throat before, but suddenly it's something I have to do on purpose. Speaking is also an adventure. I don't have a lot of diction problems, but there is some work to do. My "s" sounds whistle and "k" sounds are a special challenge. When I say "k" my tongue taps the roof of my mouth right at the spot where the back edge of my upper plate sits. That mushes the sound up a little and if I'm talking fast enough, it can actually knock my teeth loose. I think I can solve these things with practice.
I've had a couple of rehearsals. This weekend's really wore me out. I sang OK, but got tired so fast. After a couple of hours, I could barely get up to lean on the piano. I guess conditioning will come in time, but I am so tired of being patient. I want everything to be better NOW!
Whatever good it does, it feels good to write again. I need to make it a habit.