Keep Moving Forward (We Interupt this Regularly Scheduled Scrapbook Post for a Health Update)
After two months of largely stable physical health (and stabilizing mental health), I've started to notice a real decline in things. Had you seen me until the start of September, you might not have even noticed anything was wrong, physically. Early on there was a sepsis scare, but since then it's been relatively clear sailing.
In the past few weeks I've needed to spend a lot more time resting. It started by just requiring me to be off my feet more of the day, taking it easy in the hospice suite, but more and more I'm bed bound.
Fortunately I'm still able to create nonsense from here, and watch the trash tier movies I adore, and continue to make something of all the moments I can capture.
My train is slowing, coming into its final station, but that's still some ways away, and I have much still to partake in and try. Just, slower, less energetically, and from a comfortably reclined position.