In dialysis dry weight or target weight is very important… I have gained one kilogram in weight… nurses kept going one kilo too low much of last week…result too low a blood pressure at the end of the treatment..means they have to give me saline…good thing I was driven this week….last two days we got things sorted now shooting one kilo higher
Month: April 2015
Shape Shifting
Shape shifting day: walker pieces assembled in the kitchen, test drive on the back deck. Had fun chasing Grace. She was not entirely sure it was a game.
My doubts about balance gone.
Old poem: “Cycling”
Cycling
The bike store woman customer wore black shorts
And a yellow fleece jacket and had legs
That were not supermodel constructed
But could ride forever.
Health shone out of her like a herd
Of 1K lights without gels.
Her eyes were fifty five.
She needed nothing from me.
My legs were tired from driving the car
Twelve blocks from the house. Will I ever learn to
Stop treating my temple like a body.
I bought bungee cords for my old bags
To drag up and down hill, the old glacier lake edge hill,
My kamikaze mission to commute to work on two wheels.
She passed me in the aisle, her hair was a plain light gold
And I tried to remember where I had seen that colour before and
If I had a bell on my old bike I could cannibalize
To beat the cops and a ticket.
Why do these questions keep rolling into my head
What ifs and maybes, possibilities and trajectories
Simple suspicions of physical joy, where do they come
Even as the great wipeouts of past rides and falls
Rush back like the latest breaking news on CNN
Once you learn how to ride a bicycle
You never forget.
couplet poem
“To the Chute Packer in Us All”
If this be love
Help me find the ripcord
