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Well Halloween is past, so is Election Day. Which one was spookier?
As for me, I've finally gotten over two plus years of physical suffering — starting with a hernia, an eight month delay to have surgery, a six moth recovery, only to find the surgery was unsuccessful.
Then another six month wait, twice interrupted by questions about whether I had a heart condition, that they finally agreed didn't exist. Followed by six months of recovery — with continued pain and inability to walk more than 30 feet.
Finally, I decided that playing the conventional healthcare game was getting me nowhere and that the system really wan't listening.
So I decided it was time to set my own healing path: chiropractic, massage, exercise and Alexander Technique — sometimes receiving, sometimes teaching.
As I went from an invalid to participating in Zumba Gold classes in the space of a month, I realized that now that I was becoming healthy, was I becoming happy?
I evolved a plan — empty my plate of what wasn't working, open myself to new experiences, and accept the realization that I'm going to make mistakes.
It seems to be working — to be continued, maybe.
In the meanwhile, read my poem, Crisis..., next.
Thanks,
Al
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