Time just flies around here and sometimes I am not even aware what actual day it is. For example, I called my father on June 12th to wish him a Happy Father’s Day. When I called, he did sound a bit surprised, but I didn’t clue in until Monday when I had heard on the radio and advertisement for said Father’s Day. Okay…at first I thought to myself “why are they still playing Father’s Day advertising?”…THEN I clued in :)

I didn’t call this past weekend as I was not totally lucid taking drug upon drug for a cluster of headaches that were making me miserable and nauseated. We caught up this morning…he’s sore and his vision is going off and on again which was something that started a few years back when we were made aware that he had to have neck surgery and some discs removed and fused. I have a bad feeling the remaining few discs he has are causing these issues and surgery really isn’t an option for him :(

My father now lives with my brother ‘up north’ which has helped both of us financially since for some unknown reason – my father isn’t disabled enough to get ODSP (like USSSDI benefits). He’s (im)patiently waiting to turn 60 (1.5 years) so he can start drawing on his CPP (Canada Pension Plan) to help bring in some money and help alleviate my brother and myself a bit financially.

Anyways, besides the body issues, he seems to be in good spirits but bored. My brother has an Ontario Strongman comp coming up and he’s looking forward to that.

Today is June 23rd…where has June gone? Next Friday is July 1st. Do I start Canada Day on a diet? We shall see. But MB is right…the magic pill I’m looking for? It’s on the 5th floor of my building. Now I just need to swallow it.