Excuses, Excuses

As a few of you who actually read this blog have noticed, I haven’t posted anything in a while…months to be exact. You are probably wondering why. Anyone? Well, I will tell you anyway. I have been dealing with a significant medical issue that required some intensive treatment, and being the wimp I am, it knocked me on my ass. While the medications they gave me at the beginning of the year were a challenge to deal with, the treatments that began in August really took me down. The sessions lasted nearly two months.

Was I in pain? Not at all. For the first two-thirds of these treatments, I felt nothing. I would go down to Hollywood (ya think that George Clooney would be my doctor, but no), lie on a table in a CT scanner, get zapped for about five minutes, then go home. At first, I thought no big deal, but after a while, I started to feel the terrible effects, and I struggled through them. My profound side effect was falling asleep in my chair while watching television. At least I didn’t stress out during all the Bears games this fall. If I were fully awake during all those nail-biters, I might have had a stroke.

Yes, the result of my treatments was being tired. Not just tired, exhausted, without doing anything to explain it. I would get home from the hospital, sit down in my chair, and be done for the day. I’m sure everyone who is going through the same thing understands. There were a few other issues, but I don’t want to share those. Falling asleep on the throne might have happened.

I am recovering nicely and will get back into sharing my thoughts on a multitude of issues, whether you like it or not. Just make it a pity read because I am so, so sick. I’m not above using my condition to my advantage. My wife still refuses to roll me up to the airport gate in a wheelchair so we can get early boarding. You know how much extra that will cost me if I paid for that privilege when I purchased the tickets—just being thrifty.

So to conclude, I’m back…enough with the booing.

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