Another Halloween


Ghostly hoops.

Escape.

Escape from the French Quarter to Uptown. When this ghostly apparition got there he couldn’t figure out what to do, so he started playing basketball. When nobody else arrived, he looked at me — your trusty photographer — and hissed. Then, he pointed. I left quickly. His yellow eyes were watching every step I made.

That’s the story. I’m sticking to it.

I’m pretty sure that everything is a story. That’s why we do stuff. As Jimmy Buffett once wrote, “We do it for the stories we can tell.” He was right.

Unfortunately, lately I haven’t been doing that. These hurting body parts have taken  on a life of their own. Everyday is a new adventure in “what’s gonna hurt me today?” One of the once unspoken reasons for changing my photographic content is that it hurts me physically to do it. But, it hurts me emotionally not to do it.

A good friend says that coming out for a second line is like going to church. He’s right. Not only do I get to make pictures, but I see a lot of friends, I meet new people, I eat BBQ sausages and I soak in the great vibes. And, there is a spirituality to the whole thing.

If I give up, I lose that. I’m not ready for that.

So.

I have to get a little aggressive. My doctors are nibbling around the edges. For sure, they are kind. They give me the medications that I need to get by. I don’t want to get by. I don’t want to exist. I want to flourish.

If traditional medicine can’t do it. I’ll shift. I spent a total of seven years in Hong Kong and China. I trusted the old ways. Maybe it’s time to make a move toward that again. Time for a few phone calls, texts and emails.

Stay tuned.

Meanwhile, I thought after writing about him, I should listen to a little Jimmy Buffett. So, I am.

“Don’t ever forget that you just might end up in my song.”

6 Comments

  1. My husband has had such structural issues and pain for so many years I feel like I can somewhat visualize your frustration, and I’m sorry. He, too, has had to do a lot of research to work with the pain rather than mask it with prescriptions that could harm him in other ways. Pain is such an individual struggle, and I’m sure you’ll find the best path for your own betterment. Sooner rather than later, I hope.

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    1. I’m sort of a wimp when it comes to pain, but I limit what I take to Tylenol, Tramadol, a anti-inflammatory. It take those as needed. I’m not like Sherwin-Williams. I don’t try to cover the world. I also do a lot of stretching and core exercises. We walk a lot. Now that it’s gotten cooler, we walk over three miles a day, but not in one go. The worse thing for me can be depression. Like your husband, I know that most of this is for the rest of my life. That can be a crippling emotion.

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