Sometimes, there is a fifty-cent solution to
a million-dollar problem. We used to say that
in the Army all the time. People called it
many things. Battlefield expediency,
innovation, quick thinking, love of your
fellow man (or woman), luck, chance, or the
intervention of Almighty God in the affairs
of you and me. This time it may have taken
the form of a Bullet Journal (Not HTTPS.)
Or not. That’s why I was out of action
yesterday. I setup and am “testing” my own
bullet journal written by hand that contains
everything going on in my life. I did get out
of my bologna rut yesterday. Tuna. Drain one
can of tuna. Sprinkle generously with any
form of garlic. No fresh, so I used powder. Or,
minced dry is okay, too. Added a little mayo to
the dry side. Don’t want it swimming in mayo.
Dark rye toast; like cardboard, the way I like it!
(They just took me in for my EMG test. Waiting.)
Scoop tuna on toast. Add romaine lettuce and a
slice or two of cheese. I looked in the fridge and
took some Pepper Jack. The end of the rye bread
came when I had it with a bowl of yesterday’s
cabbage soup for dinner. Why is it that soup
tastes better on the day after it was cooked? Hope
the doc gets here soon. I’ve already gone to the
bathroom once since I’ve been here. I was here 15
minutes before my appointment and it is now 45
past it. EMG is finished. Doc walked out to have
his nurse add spine to neck MRI for Friday. I think
he said something like L5 S1 are slow. Otherwise,
my muscles and other stuff okay. I may have to
take a nerve biopsy. He said my brain MRI okay.
Now 13:46. No lunch yet. Out of bread. Subway?
Tacos? When you are hungry everything sounds
good. Odd, Trello won’t sync without WiFi. Bullet
Journal is looking good, but I didn’t expect the
hand pain. My hands hurt and writing a lot makes
the pain worse. Something has to work! Doc not
back yet. Now 14:16. Still not back. I’ve been here
almost three hours. (Third time to the bathroom.)
He came back. He looked over my records. We
talked a little more. Nothing conclusive. Tests first
for now. Any more tests! I’m turning this by hand
bullet journal into my world. I’ve missed writing
with a fountain pen. Bleed-through in the old Mole-
skine. The new one will be a little smaller than my
secret writing journal. It will be an A5 with thicker
paper. (She may be getting them for my birthday.
I hope!) By then I should know if the “by hand”
method is for me. “Test” for now then transfer data.
Picked up a Subway meatball on the way home.
Another busy week; not getting much done at all.
The Lord is good. I trust He will give me the strength
of Caleb to keep my bullet journal. More, like Moses
when he died at a hundred and twenty, “yet his eyes
were not weak nor his strength gone.” (I didn’t tell
you about God, Caleb, or Moses to convince you;
rather, to convince me.) No dinner. Tea is good.
Poet, Writer, US Army (Retired)
I dreamed of writing when I was a youngster. The love of books and writing may have helped to dull the pain of severe sexual abuse as I was sexually abused by two men at my father’s place of work from age 8 to 12 or so. I learned about this for the first time when I was 50 years old. So, as a boy, reading was the only place I had to go to. My fantasy world was better and safer than my real world. I loved reading and writing.
Reading books and writing poetry are a joy to me still and are an important part of my life. (See my About Me page on my blog for the complete profile.)