The best laid plans...
So as I had mentioned in the previous blog post, pain was gaining on me as I tire running from it and sleep had become conspicuously absent from me. Two things when apart are simply "no bueno" but when, as they do more often than not, occur simultaneously lead to a very bad situation for the person experiencing such. Moves needed to be made.
Moves have been made. After pumping up some pain relief meds, I'm taking my talents back to the east coast (best coast). I currently sit in LAX, an airport renowned for having paparazzi and media crawling its not-so-hallowed halls and jetways, celebrity sightings, and even the non-famous trying-to-get-famous dressed to the nines with their Louis Vuitton carry-on bags, wearing a long sleeve Under Armour camouflage hunting shirt, Boston College Athletics general issue sweatpants, and Uggs slippers. I have reached a whole new level of A) not caring and B) use of hyphens in one run-on sentence.
The logic here is that pain management is better at Sloany Ketts than anywhere else. I'm already tattooed up and ready to go for radiation, which could help, and will get my rather large tushion over to York Avenue within minutes of landing to commence any other remedies that may be available for the one and only Nicky Mo. Praying for the best, as always.
Spirits are pretty high for a guy who hasn't slept in days and has that 10 out of 10 pain level, no? I ask you this: is there any other way? Let's get back home and keep fighting on. Here's to a better tomorrow!