05-09-2018, 02:54 AM
A couple of years ago I woke up in the ICU of one of the top ten hospitals in the world. My local hospital transferred me there because I scared them. The first doctor I saw on awakening was a shrink. They wanted to be sure that I wasn't going to waste all the money that they had spent on me by killing myself. I didn't know it then but I had been given a five percent chance of living out the year.
I've had nearly a hundred doctors since then, some the literal tops in their field and some students. I still have some surgery to go because they wanted to make sure that I was going to live long enough to be worth the trouble of making things pretty. But I worked today. About half of those doctors have told me that my refusal to surrender any part of my life to the disease is why I am doing more than just surviving. I spent an hour yesterday morning standing between two horses scratching one with each hand. No lifting, no strain, just walk up and lean on them.
The point is: Attitude Matters. No hassles, no bullshit. The first step to being right is getting your mind right.