Haunting connotations

This morning upon arriving at the hospital, I was reminded of the several times when exiting the building at the end of the day, my timing has been such that I have seen a Survival Flight helicopter landing on the adjacent landing pads, and have invariably found it eerie to realize that I first arrived at University Hospital by this very same portal, while comatose, on that long-ago day of May 22, 1993.

Ongoing battle

Though I like to think of myself as a runner, I've been unable to run since Dec. 6 due to back problems. At first (Jan./Feb.) I tried sessions with Ann Arbor Therapeutic Massage, and they did nothing for me. Then (March) I had numerous sessions with Probility Physical Therapy, who had helped me with a similar issue in 2010 (so I was quite hopeful), but that went nowhere either. Now, during April and May, I've been seeing a chiropractor three times a week, but the improvement (though I'm trying hard to keep an open mind and do all the stretches and exercises he prescribes) has been very minimal. Yesterday he told me I was very challenging, and when I asked, "WHY?" he replied with a smile that if he knew why, then I wouldn't pose such a challenge. And to complicate things, in the last couple of weeks I've been dealing with pain and weakness in my left knee and the muscles surrounding it. Oh well ... it's in God's hands, and I know that He will bring me through it and out of it in His time.

A joyous day!

Our niece and goddaughter, Lauren Rabey, turned 9 this week. So we went up to her home today for her party, and then just before leaving we got this nice picture with Lauren and her brother Grant, who turns 6 next month. Shortly before that picture was taken, we got another, with me holding Grant while wearing Lauren's apron, which she had begged me to put on.