Day 9

Saturday May 11th, 2013

Doesn't make any sense to keep calling recovery time, rounds. I'm in recovery for 2 weeks at home.

Yesterday was a rough day. Today has to be a better one if I'm going to pick up any steam.

We've got some errands to run and I've got an appointment with a man that will change everything later today.

The morning was a rocky start, but once the Ativan from last night wore off I felt better.

I ate all my breakfast, but I still have some bloating from mild constipation over the past few days. I'm drinking more liquids and walking in tenths of a mile on the Gazelle.

France had some errands to run so I went along for the ride to get out of the house.

I found myself getting very angry seeing everyone doing their daily routine on a beautiful day and here I was this battered, broken down man that couldn't do what I wanted. I noticed from within the crowds of people these one or two people over here and this guy over there and another one over there. These were the people that are living the way I feel today everyday of their lives. The old guy walking downhill with one crutch under one arm and a full shopping bag in the other that had an attitude of %^&# You! Nothing is stopping me! The two old ladies that waited almost 7 minutes to safely cross the street without batting  a lash about it, they just kept their conversation going until they could cross. The gathering of elders outside of a drugstore that seemed to be engaged with this one very old woman looked more of a celebration of happiness than anything else before they all took baby steps on their own way.

I'm an angry man. You'd know I was full of ^#W& if I said I wasn't, so why be shy about it.

But that's what I'm feeling mad about. These folks have already been delt my hand and worse and look at them. This time will pass for me and I can move on. I move on a better man if I learn from these experiences and save them for the next time I have to fight or even work someones corner in their fight.

The time has come to see an amazing man, a man that will change everything. Tom Tam is his name. I call him Sifu because to me that's who he is, Sifu (Teacher/Master). Sifu Tom came into my life after my father had a stroke. Being a student of a student of his I was told to talk to my dad about TCM (Traditional Chinese Medicine) & Acupuncture. My dad agreed to meet with Sifu Tom and try acupuncture. My dad was treated by Sifu Tom several times, but his failing health was catching up with him and we stopped treatment.

I've seen Sifu Tom for my own reasons like my back injury and weight loss. Sifu once had me on the table performing Tui Na and the pressure was like a slab of cement on my back. I looked up in the mirror and his hands weren't even on me. All I knew is that energy was being produced from within him.

I had started to learn a method of fasting from Sifu Tom called Pi-Gu. I attended seminars and after the going got good and I felt better I got over wrapped in the daily grind and lost everything that I gained.

Sifu Tom has grown so much since I last seen him. He has helped countless thousands with disease, disorders, unexplained problems to terminally ill patients. Hearing the stories from the room full of students and participants in the Tong Ren class just reaffirms what I already know and that is that Sifu Tom Tam has found more ways to help more people.

The energy that you feel when the subject is you is very warming. If you have ever done any energy work like Reiki then you feel the vibrations of the energy.

I left Sifu Tom's feeling revived and continued to feel so all the way home.

Now I've got an awesome energy reserved for tomorrow and I'm going to use that to push forward with my game plan.

Dr. Ativan is going make sure that I sleep well tonight because tomorrow is going to be a busy day.