I'm doing just fine

Following my last post where, even I, when I've reread it, could see someone potentially in trouble; a bit like the 70s coastguard ad I saw someone drowning not waving. But panic thee not. It was just a temporary blip (another bump in the road). The good news from the District Nurse team1 is that my wound is healing really well. The tissue is getting healthier day by day which, they say, is, in no small part, down to regular exercise (i.e. walking 10,000 steps per day - not pumping iron in testosterone-heavy gyms) and my new high protein2 diet (steak & eggs for breakfast is the new thing at Medd Towers). In time, as the skin begins to knit together, the dressing should reduce in size as will the regularity with which it needs changing: as much as I've kind of liked nurses making a fuss of me, I long for a time when my bedroom is free of anyone save for the current Mrs. Medd and George & Luna.

Yesterday I picked up the guitar and started to bash out a melody that had been niggling away at me for a while and, with a few snatched words (pieced together with imagery from recent dreams), I was able to write my first song of 2025. It's called 'I'm Doing Just Fine'. I'll play it in public for the first time at Songwriters. If there's any creases in it that need ironing out I'm sure they'll tell me. After they've given me a bollocking for missing the last four meetings.

1I've never had so many women in my bedroom.

2This wound is sapping all my protein so (look away now if you're a vegetarian) I'm currently eating more meat than a boxer training for a prize fight.