“I wake up in the morning, open my eyes and breathe… I’m alive.”
I saw the above quote some where and I have been thinking of it often. This has been the first time in 20 years I have not owned an animal. My cats and dogs were family and followed me every where, totally devoted to me and I to them. If the cat and dog weren’t looking for me, I was looking for them. If not for them I would never had made it out of hospital or out of a wheelchair for that matter. My dogs got me up and walking after many surgery’s, because I had to take care of them.
Its taking longer than I anticipated to adjust to not having them around. I’m trying to keep constantly busy from first thing in the morning until I’m exhausted of a night in order to sleep. Trying to concentrate on rehab. I have a long way to go if I ever want to get into the field again. I have a good ten kilo to put back on.
I’m doing my leg exercises everyday, rehab at the physio twice a week and start back at the gym for upper-body next week. I barely have the energy or the concentration to study or to write posts. I’m getting behind on three different courses. Ive spent the last 20 years waking at six am and now I sleep till eight.
I need to get my shit together. I’m loosing my discipline and drive. Life doesn’t feel the same at this moment in time, without my constant shadows.
“I wake up in the morning, open my eyes and breathe… I’m alive.”









