I'm alive and back at work

I feel like I haven't been in the office for like ages. The good thing about this long weekend and this infernal cold is that I've gotten a lot of sleep, which apparently I needed to catch up on. I'd been redlining on sleep for a long time.

Yesterday La and I took her dad up to the Boeing facility outside of Everett. The really big one where they build all the "heavies", largest building in the world or something, really big, etc. It was pretty cool. They've got these massive tunnels underneath the factory floor that run the length of the building and on the tour we had to walk about a third of the way down one and I thought I was going to effing pass out from the pain. It was one of those "it's so cool but it hurts so effing bad" kind of experiences.

I've never almost passed out from pain while walking before. Big first for me. Yay. There were people that were twice and maybe three times my age that were walking better than I was which made me feel great. A 900 year old Boeing employee asked my father in law if he needed help getting down the stairs and of course he said no. I'm sorry to say that had he asked me I might have taken him up on it.

That's just it though, I'm on that razor's edge of giving up. I'd like to think that I'm not that close but I'm finding that I'm much closer than I think. It seems like when I think I'm making a lot of progress with this lousy thing in reality it's just a very small bit of progress and its very easy to wipe out the progress I've made with even normal activity. There's a downer for you right there, when normal is just about too much.