Phillip Sherwood

It’s been a while now since I last wrote since so much has been going on. With a lot of help from friends, I was able to get the apartment packed, moved and unpacked into the new house. I’d like to give a few shouts out to DJ Brazelton, Nick Nickles and Jama Blair who worked their booties off. Closing on December 23rd went well but lasted much longer than I thought it would. I hired the same movers who moved the safe the last time to move it again except after it was done and they left, I discovered it blocked the drop down ladder access to the garage. My mother came down for the week during the holidays to help unpack and organize. It’s amazing the amount we accomplished together but we put in some seriously long days and nights. It’s functional, everything is unpacked, and now put away into its own organized place. My 25ft enclosed racing trailer sits totally loaded with trash and things for donation that need to be tended to however with temperatures down in the teens, dealing with it can wait.

I had to switch into my temp chair the other day and had forgotten how different the balance is on that one and flipped over and hit my head real hard leaving me nauseous the rest of the day. I must have felt every vertebra as well like a xylophone being played by a gorilla. I have only had time for the stim bike once in the past three weeks and the stander a couple of times at that. My right shoulder is killing me and for the first time ever I think I’m really looking forward to a shot in the AC joint. I’m getting prepped for my annual follow-up appointment at the VA in Augusta, GA. Bob the cat will be left alone by himself in the house for the first time. He’s already freaked out enough as it is. I have to keep reminding myself now that the move is over and I’m going to be in this house for a long time so I need to pace myself for the long run. Time to run and get some dinner before the appliance lady shows up to give me my kitchen appliance demo. Picyures are forthcoming.