Cortizone

Cortizo-oo-oone.  "Gives us the niiiiice bright colors. Gives us the gree-ee-eens of summer. Makes you think aaaaaall the world's a sunny day oh yeah" (for my children and other youngsters, Paul Simon, Kodachrome is the song).  Last Friday, I got a shot of Cortisone in the cheek. One more item on my bucket list complete.  Wow.  This is good stuff :-)  My legs, knees, hands, and shoulders feel great!  I'm going to go trim the trees. I got the shot from a lung doctor, but who knew a shot in the bum affects more than your lung?

One lung is enough!  My lazy lollygagging left lung languishes.  It no longer works with my diaphragm. There is no fix. So that marathon I never wanted to run is now off the bucket list.

A good friend asked me what I wanted to do before I move on. I don't have a bucket list. I've lived a great life and am happy with the variety of places I've been. I hope to spend time with family and friends and to help others until I'm 95 years old. Except for the 95 part, I can still do it.

Today I read aloud page 242 of 531 in the Book of Mormon. It talks about the high priesthood of God and the need to humble ourselves to be pure and look at sin with abhorrence.