The new year 2018/2561 started off worse than any year that I can recall.
First, my back went out on me. I was doing my morning isometric exercises and I must have pinched a nerve in my spine. It might have also had to do with falling over on my motorcycle twice around New Year’s Eve -- once after partying and again the next day while parking my motorcycle without realizing that the kickstand was not down.
It felt like I had no strength in my back at all. I could get around, but it was painful. I had had this pain before when our dog Buffy caused me to lose balance on a walk and I fell on my back around 15 years before, in Santa Barbara. I didn’t bother going to a doctor, this time. All they would do is tell me is to rest and/or prescribe surgery.
A weak back is one thing, but losing a father is quite another. The pain in my back was nothing compared to the pain of losing my Dad. It was mitigated somewhat by the fact that Dad’s passing was not unexpected and that he was my second father, so I'd been through similar feelings many years ago.
(Dad and Mom and brother Pete, Ft. Myers, Florida, June 2017)
A third Factor was that Edwin Sartain Gault, Jr. -- first my guardian and then my adopted father -- passed peacefully in his sleep, at home, next to his wife. I can only hope to leave this world in such a way.
Not long after Dad's passing, my bad knee felt it was going to go out from under me. This was combined with the back pain and affected my mobility a lot it; probably osteoarthritis and a not so successful knee surgery years before.
I found that if I scaled back my physical activity, pain was less and my body seemed to heal itself -- at least enough so I could function normally. But, it took about a month.
My apparent physical weakening -- now at age 69 -- got me to thinking: What about my trips back to the USA to visit family and friends? And what about my vacation trips out of Thailand to renew my travel permit? Am I at the end of all of this?