damaged goods

X marks the spot – foto by Smith

There’s a ray of light in my darkness within.

Since I ran out of my Mexican Meloxicam anti-inflammatory pills 6 weeks ago, my groin pain has increased so much that I have trouble walking, am in massive pain standing, sitting, sleeping. I began limping, then the limp degenerated into a lunging lurch. Could no longer walk up stairs, which was awkward since we live on the 3rd floor. Had trouble sleeping, had trouble being awake.

Finally went to doctor yesterday and got a prescription for American Meloxicam. One daily 27 cent pill later, I’m no longer lurching, am barely limping. The pain has been reduced from debilitating to merely unpleasant.

Even better, the doctor says my groin can be fixed with exercise, so I’m adding some stretching exercises to my walking and bicycle riding.

This pain had taken over my life, darkened my mind, taken away hope. This gives me a new hope each day when I awake.

Now all I have to do is get a life up here in the States, figure out what to do with myself in this land of Mammon, spiritual malaise, and massive consumption.

Damaged Good

The doubting vessel
Strong, unbroken
Sours water, ruins wine

The damaged vessel
Holds its token
Service, beauty, duty, time

The one excuses
The other uses
Which in fact the finer find

The better bitter
The lesser greater
Truth is action, action prime

damaged good – foto by Smith