So often we use the phrase “ as the old saying goes”, and this time i feel like using this phrase as well.
The phrase on my mind is “You never know what you have, till its lost.”, but as always I want to put my own twist to it. Not having lost in that meaning, but being gone for a long time. This gives the same effect I will say. It has been some weeks now without any connection at all, due to some changing of main cables. Well not been 100% cut off as I have been online via my cellphone now and then. But I have also been sick during this period, so my time around the ones I miss have been sparse.
Beeing away for this long really makes me see how deep a footprint you have left in my life, I often feel on my body how much I miss you people, my mija… oh my mija just typing your name brings tears to the corner of my eyes. There is not many hours of my life that passes without me thinking about my dear sister. It’s not only a sl thing, this connection is way stronger, our talks sis they are impossible to even say with words, how much they mean to me. You are my strength, you are my willpower sis, you are truly my everything , you call it as you see it sis, and you are so understanding with me, even when I am not myself … I am so proud to be able to have you in my life the way you are sis. I love you more than words or letters ever will be able to explain..
Tony and mamacel, gosh I miss you so bad, normally I feel closer to you when I play my blues, for some strange reason. But with being sick lately and spending time in my bed just resting, and no music around, just total silence have made the missing feeling stronger. I often think about the quality time we spend, gosh we have some good talks. Tony, you and me can talk about just anything between heaven and hell, and gosh when we get into the blues and how it makes us feel…
MamaCel … oh dear mamacel, so warm .. so loving and supportive no matter what..gosh how I miss your hugs and our time together, even if its only a brief meeting for a hug before you head off to bed. ( darned timezones)
If I am to write a chapter for all of my good friends , this will end and you would all fall asleep long before you are half way trough .. but Kif, Inga, Miss Mama, and my kitty (ewer) and all the other I should really remember. Sadly my head is not working properly at the moment . I am at the university hospital now, and haven’t slept 1 hour before I had to drive 4-5 hours to get here. I am at a point where I think I could not even find my nose if someone showed it to me.
Often I am asked how this pain effects me,and I know I am not doing a good job explaining it , so I will do another try now. It varies a lot, from the “regular” headache that just makes me a little cranky,up to the point where it keeps me awake for hours and sometimes for days. The pain is most often described as … someone drilling a glowing hot piece of iron trough my back head, and neck, it varies in intensity, but at worst it makes me throw up just from the pain, and combine that with being unable to sleep for 4-5 days in row, you can all see how this is ending. So I know this was not a very nice image to give, but it’s the brutal truth, and also the reason I am here at the university hospital. (sorry for typos as the morphine shot the doctor gave me is now kicking in )
Back to me missing things ( yeah I know most of you people probably stopped reading by now)
but by God I miss the music, the blues, the tones that really hit my deepest corners of my soul , I am looking so forward to being able to enjoy that again, just to have the music fill my life again.. gosh.
Well you are all in luck .. I have to go for now as new tests have to be done..
(to be continued)