- An African proverb.
Surgeon's office called this morning. Next Thursday, May 14 is when they're going into my skull to see what goes on in there (a question former colleague Platty has often posed!).
In a stroll yesterday with long time mentors - Tonza and Merricks beach - I heard on the wind that the next couple of months are about self visualisation: is it about the bloke in white gown who, if he can walk in two weeks, hobbles like a 90 year-old, must press a button for assistance in removing spittle from chin and can't spell his own name?
Fuck that. It's not Jim.
For long time hiking mate Dave's sake and mine - here I post a couple of snapshots, self visualisation that I'll be holding to while the hospital does its best to convince me that I'm invalid/frail/sick . . . reminders of a stronger Jim, and reminders that there's many reasons to get up and out of that wrong hospital air ASAP, back to mountains and sea.
Next walk - November. Next foray into Bass Strait . . . ? Sooner rather than later.
I will beat this fucker.
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