Bedhead Bob: Life and Times

It was an absolutely wonderful day last Wednesday.  An unusually warm winter sun, washes over my face, recharging my body with the energy that has been drained over cold winter days.  I got in my chair, and I got wheeled outside, for the first time since last year, before the weather turned cold. It got near 70 degrees, and it was an absolutely beautiful day.  The first thing I noticed when I got outside, was the deep blue sky. It was so clear.  There was a slight breeze. I drank in as much of the warm fresh air, as my body would allow. Somewhere in the distance, there was a pop, pop, pop. Someone was probably taking target practice. After all, we live in the woods, it's not unusual. As I look around, I see projects I started, but had never finished, be quiet Jonell!  I also see many things that got my attention, because they needed to be fixed,  I would fix them if things were different. But things aren't different.  My being outside has attracted the...

*told you so!  I recently contacted Celia to notify her I was going to stop writing my BLOG.  Hence the BLOG heist that she posted.  I read that post she made, with tears in my eyes.  Her journey, which has led to the opening of her new business, SPEAKeasy Therapies & Fitness, has no doubt, given her the strength to make it a huge success.  I believe Celia will be instrumental in changing the face of health care.  Having firsthand knowledge of her commitment and compassion for her patients, I have nothing but faith in her success.  As for my writing, I had a conversation with my wife, and after what she said to me, along with some texts I received from Celia, as to why I should keep on writing, I decided to continue with my BLOG.  Though I would reduce my posts to once per week, so I could focus more time on publishing my book. It's on my bucket list. There are many hurdles that I have to overcome, in order to realize my dream of being a publi...

  Thank You For Loving Me Today is the 30th anniversary of my marriage to my beautiful bride Jonell.  Two scared kids coming together, to form a household, and create a family.  We had no idea what life had planned for us, but we were determined that together, there was nothing we couldn't face.  Today, with my Locked in Syndrome, struggling to get approved for Social Security Disability and wondering if we will have a way to get our needed supplies each week, now all we can do, is cling to each other for support, and pray that things will work out for us.  I'm sharing with you my letter that I wrote to my wife for this day.  Jonell,  I'm writing this because I am unable to get you a card or a gift. Our anniversary is especially hard for me, because I want so much to wrap my arms around you.  You are a wonderful woman, and I am a lucky man.  All I have to give to you, are my words.  You have given me three amazing children and a lifetime...

CHANGE IS SCARY!   I am a firm believer in asking for forgiveness rather than permission when it comes to helping someone. I guess that’s my way of saying, Bob “Sorry not sorry!”   CHANGE IS SCARY! Change of any kind really. Change in employment, changes in health, new diagnosis, loss of those you love, let’s be honest, we crave routine. I am a creature of habit. I didn’t have much structure or organization growing up, so I yearn for structure as an adult. I find I thrive in structure and falter in chaos. Currently, I am in a period of change….and it’s scary as shit. Let me take you back to 2007. I was in grad school. We had clinic sessions where we would treat the client with a camera in the room and our supervisors on the other side of a TV streaming in our attempts at being clinicians. Our supervisors would give up feedback on our sessions. (Here is a lesson on the impact of words) After one of my sessions, the feedback was that I was “too enthusiastic when my clients did s...

What was once a symbiotic relationship, has devolved into one of complete dependence. It is the only way that I will survive.  Essentially, I have reverted to an infant-like state of existence, except that I have a mind that retains more than 60 plus years, of memories and learning.  All other faculties, motor skills, speech, and waste elimination are no longer under my control.  My wife Jonell, and my little girl Lydia, tend to those needs I have that I can't provide for myself, which is almost everything.  I am fortunate in that manner, to have them in my life.  I have a strong belief in God and that He puts people in your life, that have what you need at any given moment.  I am blessed that I  have been given a second chance.  One that few get.  I am confident, that when my journey is through, that I will look back at this point of my life, and see but one set of proverbial footprints in the sand. I suppose I could be angry, and bitter tha...

We have been surrounded by the excitement of a newborn life, and the heartbreak of death, for at least as long as Lydia has been alive.  We hatched our own baby chickens, raised baby goats, and kept piglets for the purpose of slaughtering them for meat.  Lydia grew up around all of that. Jonell and I never had the truth hidden from her. She always has known the truth that death is a natural part of life, from a very small child.  She also has always been raised with a strong faith in God. There were of course, many animals that Lydia raised with love, from birth until death. She had her favorites.  One of her favorites was a rabbit she named Juice, (Yes, from the Sons of Anarchy era ). Juice survived many cold winter nights when the temperature plunged below zero. And there were lots of hot summer days, when the mercury recorded over 100 degrees.  Lydia loved that rabbit, and would often cradle it in her arms like a baby. She was in fact,  holding Juice whe...