Part Fifteen: The fifteenth part.

It seems as time goes I become less and less prolific when it comes to posting things here. It's not for lack of material though as I go further from the source memories tend to get hazy, especially when those memories are of times where I was heavily medicated. Part of this lack of motivation is because I don't know what works, what goes over well, what I should leave edited out, etc. From talking to friends I've gathered that when I write about things I don't remember saying or dreams I had it's entertaining and goes over well, whereas some of the more serious bits don't get much of a reaction. Does this mean I should stick with what apparently works and disregard the rest? Not so much. Being a jester's fine, but I'd rather be a bard.

Alright, my brain is getting scrambled from listening to Kanye's "Monster" on repeat ten times or so. I can't say I'm much of a Nicky Minaj fan but damn, girl tears it up on that track.

Since I've spent much of my year on a hospital bed and/or down for the count it's been important to me to get my strength back and be up and active. Mostly this involves jaunts Kelley and I make to the library, grocery store, laundry runs, etc. as well as walks around my neighborhood and downtown. Nothing too strenuous, I'd say a mile to two at a time. Last week was a bit more than usual: Wednesday Kelley and I took a day trip to Salem, MA to see the museums and some of the historic sites.Thursday was another Lahey appointment to see Dr.'s Pomposelli and Piessens which went fairly well; Piessens took me off of antibiotics and though he wanted to, Pomposelli left in my JP drain because despite barely draining 20ml's of fluid every few days, what is draining out is pretty nasty. Ugh. Would you like to know how it feels to have this drain in? Picture being stabbed with a long, thick needle, almost constantly and every time you move the needle jostles and digs in deeper. Yup, that's life with my latest and worst JP. After coming home from Burlington Kelley and I got ready for our weekend trip to Northampton, MA to visit her sister, Liza and her boyfriend Mike. Liza works for the library at Greenfield Community College and Mike is a teacher of the wee children at a local school. We first arrived at the college to see their new library building: a $33 million structure that may as well be gilded in 24 carat gold. As part of their green initiative (haha, Greenfield...green initiative...it works!) the building is both geothermal and solar powered, uses dynamic lighting systems to decrease power usage, etc. After a quick tour we played what was all of our (Kelley, her parents and myself) first game of Bananagrams. Apparently these library folk are pretty cutthroat but being quite the word geek myself it wasn't too intimidating.   After that we killed time at our hotel and met Liza and Mike at their apartment where we also met Liza's adorable kitty Walnut. I was told he was bigger than our boy Zombie but not quite. Zombie's a big ass cat.

                                                                              Zombie.

That night we had dinner at Mike's parents' restaurant, Paul and Elizabeth's, in downtown Northampton. It's one of the two oldest restaurants in town, serves mostly local, organic and vegetarian fare and serves without a doubt some of the best food I have ever had. From the antipasti to the entrees it was straight up delicious. Highly recommended. After that Kelley and I hung out with Liza and Mike for a bit more than retired to the hotel. Fell asleep watching Storage Wars. God bless hotels and terrible television. The next day we did a bit of walking and milling about at this sprawling park in town, specifically to watch some hot air balloonists and visit a tiny "zoo" set up within the park. There was supposedly a wee deer, which we didn't see, sheep, some falcons, lots of chickens, a turkey, peacocks, and a bald friggin eagle. I thought it was illegal to have them in captivity or something along those lines but the fine, Earth-loving folk of Northampton have one locked up in a ten by twenty cage. Do I sense allegory to the state of freedom in this country? Probably not. From there it was a visit to the community gardens where Mike and Liza have a plot where they grow veggies and some flowers, lunch with everyone plus Mike's father Paul where we had amazing potato, red pepper and garlic pizza. We took pics, hugged and kissed goodbye and off home we were.

All told I probably walked miles over those few days and thankfully didn't feel the least bit overexerted from it. Sure there were the usual aches and pains but it wasn't as if I ran a marathon or anything. Maybe I am getting my strength back after all this time. I haven't yet tried to seriously heft Kelley's 104.2 pounds since all this hospital business started but I'm getting there. Speaking of, as I may have touched on before, one of the side effects of all this sick stuff has been my rapid then steady now plateauing weight loss. 235 to 165 in a matter of months. Smallest I've been in my adult life. The reality of it hits me every so often, like today when Kelley and I went to Goodwill I picked up a small Gap button-down and it fit like a glove. Maybe things have changed over the years but I always remember Gap sizes running small. Damn, it's weird putting that thing on. Or sometimes I'll catch myself in a pane of glass or a mirror and just think "holy SHIT I got skinny." It's even more evident when I run into folks who haven't seen me for awhile and the immediate reaction is just "wow." Eerie.

I bring this up because Kelley has mentioned that we used to be a cute couple because I was so much bigger than her and now we could almost swap some clothes. I disagree and say we're still a cute couple.
(Just kidding a little bit there, she still thinks we're super cute...but she DID say those things.)

Ok well I'm trying to deal with some God-awful pain tonight and it's almost time to turn in and continue reading Harry Potter. I'm about 250 pages into The Half-Blood Prince now and Kelley's on me to finish. Until next time, take care of yo' bad selves.