Happy Birthday.
Feeling quite good really, I’ve also got a reprieve for a
week, by that I mean that I don’t have to go in for the injections today and
after the last round, last Tuesday, that suits me fine. As I responded, or should I say, my tongue
responded well to the last round of treatment and by that I mean it became
quite the bulging muscle inside my neck, so bloated in fact that the ability to
swallow came to be a most unpleasant task (quite impossible really) but
thankfully, just for a couple of days. This did have a knock on effect to my
health, strength and weight, all things necessary to keep my immune system in
the right condition, to fight this lump inside me and now I can feed that
animal again, to give it, its strength.
Happy Days.
I still have lots of work to do though and I know I can do
it, especially when I receive gifts on a day like today such as a slogan
embossed t-shirt (from the other Royal Family), sporting the words “Wake Up,
Kick Butt, Repeat.” I know that others know that I can do it too.
I also received a joint gift of the biggest Technical Lego
Truck ever (it’s not like I’m just a big kid or nuffin) my work load stacks in
my favour, by that I mean for me to have things to do, assignments to
undertake, is like a form of therapy really. It keeps me sane, well as sane as
I ever was, and that’s a good thing. It puts the smile on my face and the pain
to the back of my mind. We all know how strong our minds are and with the power
in our minds, we can accomplish anything, as I intend to do.
So this is me, on my birthday, Steve Royal, Daddy or Father.
Aged 43 and no quarters.
Have a week you bootiful people.
Happy birthday old chap ;-P
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