Oh No, More Damn Joe Stuff!

Real, physical healing. For the past three months, I've been involved with a fight to keep my right leg. Literally. It has happened a couple of times before but a bump to the inside of my right calf did not heal, and did not heal, and grew, and opened. It looked like some cougar sized animal had just taken a bite out of my leg. And it became infected, turning the whole lower leg red and angry. The actual wound was under the open part, and the rim of the real wound just upleg from the 5.7cm by 4.5cm  open area three new wounds appeared, joined together to form one large crescent shape wound over the existing chasm. I've been through this before and, thanks to some people I know with experience, I know I would have been able to lose a leg, stay sane and sober. But I don't want to. Whenever a doctor uses the word "amputation" I perk right up, pay attention, and follow directions. At this point, I should mention that it was not painful. It should have been,

Threads can be complex, and are not always of the materials expected. I'm trying to put together the Patreon project. I have a reprieve on survival mode - I lost my roommate and gained a freelance assignment that will net me what my roommate would have paid for August and September. So before the end of September, I need the video Patreon wants for my project page, the website with the detail of what I propose to do with support from Patreon, and the tracking of the subscribers to share progress and finished products through this thread. Threads. There is the Recovery thread. This will involve video production with print backup for specific issues that rise up when people try to stop using drugs and/or alcohol. These include PTSD, Adult Child of alcohol and other dysfunctional families, Sexual Abuse, Abandonment, personality development, communication, emotional sobriety - all covered with thirty presentations of the Haunted Recovery curriculum taught at the Healing Place

Many years ago I wanted to put together a band. I knew the mood and the name, but this is s far as it went. Hurricane Dorian was a near miss, but where I live we barely got wind and rain. A few miles away got over 8 inches of rain. Here, barely an inch. Selfish I know, but I like a near-miss better than the alternative. My life has become a hurricane in the past few years. And I think I found my feet, to stand on my life and ride through the storm. And the only way the storm will end will not be good for anyone but me. I do know that. But it is my intent to ride for as long as possible. Storms are not a new idea. For me or many of the people I have known.