Epilogue

I'm baaaaack. Not for long, though, I promise. Recent events have dictated that I need to write an epilogue, for closure you might say.

First of all, I now know why I hit the wall in about May or June. I had been feeling bad since then, gradually getting worse until September when I finally went to the doctor. By that time, I was having a lot of abdominal pain and nausea. Yes...gall bladder. Mine had quite a bit of debris, according to the surgeon. So, a few snips here and drainage holes there and my gall bladder is removed and I am feeling GOOD! I did not realize how bad I was feeling until I started feeling good again! I can't get back into lifting weights until December (nothing over 20 pounds until then...DARN!), but I got a new mountain bike and have been riding in the morning. I must say it is KICKING MY TAIL!!! One reason I get up at 5 am to ride is I don't want anyone hearing me pant like my lung is about to fly out of my mouth! Dogs can hear it, though, and the way they bark it seems like they think they are missing out on some fun.

Anyway, I understand now why people say it takes "gall" to say some things. You know what I'm talking about. Something has happened that you don't like, so you muster up your courage to stand up and say what's on your mind. Well, not having my gall bladder, I guess I don't have that repository of impudence and by the time I have mustered up a royal tirade, I have to take a seat in the royal throne room. By that time, the moment has passed. I know some would disagree.

One last thing before I close, I went through my closet and got rid of all my fat, frumpy, safety clothes. I still miss my safety clothes, especially when I'm feeling bloated or otherwise quite uncute. But, they're gone. I'm somewhat trendy, at least for now. I have decided that this is the fashion era in which I get stuck. I will spend the rest of my adult life wearing my shirts untucked, holding my head high in fashionable fortitude.

Perhaps that takes gall...we'll see...