Meat Loaf It's All Coming Back To Me Now

3/29/2018
 Sydney woke me to the sound of his cough that he started about 2 months ago, time to get that checked I suppose. He must have liked the bagel and egg sandwich I made him for dinner because he was making one when I got up. The one thing I taught him to make was a fried egg. I had taught him that he was to use the metal pan with a wooden spoon since a plastic one would melt. At least that is one thing he remembered. He was kind enough to offer it to me and when I nicely rejected it he put my neck brace in the microwave and placed it on me while I was doing his dishes. He can at least tell when I am in dire pain.
 I'm sitting on the couch as my arms and hands are tingly numb today and almost in sleep mode watching a Meatloaf video, It's All Coming Back to Me Now. From the words of a movie, he was a visionary before his time. A master of music and powerful influence in the 80's; as a teen his music excited me much like Rod Stewart did for the 70's gang. Looking back at him and Cher doing their bar scene duet (Dead Ringer For Love aka:Rock-n-Roll and Brew,1981) 

takes me back, way way back to when I permed my hair just like she had back then. Maaaaan it's cheesy to see all that shoulder shimmying from that video. Torry Martin introduced me to Meatloaf when we went to a theater in Bremerton, Washington to watch a live crowd and us with our paper bag full of goodies to go and watch a midnight showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.


The tattoo that covers my left calf is based on Heaven Can Wait and the piano is heaven to my ears. It's always been one of my all time favorite songs.

Here I was just fresh out of Boot Camp and AIT, The year was 1984ish, give a year or two. This was a size 10 dress that I literally had to squeeze into that my neighbor lent me, Mrs Curtis in Union City, Georgia; she was a writer of floral arrangement books. As Rose Dawson said,"Wasn't I a dish?".

ONE STEP FORWARD WITH TWO STEPS BACK

3/28/2018
   I thought that it would be easy to find a support system for people with Asperger's Syndrome or other mental health issues here in town, I was wrong. I was surprised when the nearest chapter of NAMI or other like groups were at least an hour plus drive from where I live. Sydney clung to me several times today as if he knew what I was going through behind his back. He embraced me in a long hug and saying how he loved me so very much, he grew to be just over my height in what seems like a flash of light. I held him back tightly as I replied that I loved him too. Soon I will go to a support meeting for parents like myself, a mother of a child with (Moderate) Asperger's Syndrome, I hate to cry alone.
 Today I went to the pulmonologist's office to see what, if anything can be done to the newly found node in my left lung that reared up in a preoperative chest x-ray. I beg with God to make the pain go away and to let surgery happen soon. Tomorrow I go to the hospital for a PFT (Pulmonary Function Test) and a return to his office on Monday to see if he gives me the thumbs up for my long awaited C5,6,7 spinal fusion and discectomy.