KG’s Blog Post #161 – 10/14/12 3:31pm (Back in Fla, Dad & Me => Haller’s)
I’ve been back in Florida for about 6 weeks and it’s been a brutal run. This is going to be quick, because I’m basically out of words that make any sense. This has been really hard to handle because I had 3 months of very low levels of pain and I was actually a human being again. I was starting to play 4 or 5 times in a week and I was having dinner with friends and socializing like a human. It felt great to be almost me again. I mean I was even dating a seducing women again. I must admit the old charm was still around. I’m a cutie, u know. I feel bad because my heart is on freeze at the moment. After the Norwegian who stole my heart, money & soul, I’m not quite ready to be thawed out yet.
Then, for whatever reason, the nasty ass pain has come back with a vengeance. As you can imagine, I’m a little bit of an emotional wreck, which might very well being causing the nerves to fire even harder, but I’m not Freud I’m just a dopey me.
In the next 2 weeks I’m going to have something done that is very risky, but I have no choice because if I don’t try this I will end up on the wrong side of the golf course I’m afraid. There is no guarantee, but I feel like I have to give it a shot. I’m not ready to throw in the towel yet, because I still feel I can turn this around and do some good things for golf, people, and dogs. I’m too stupid to give up, so I won’t till I can’t breathe.
Please don’t take anything I said the wrong way but I know that those 5 people who do read this want me to be honest, so I’m telling you the whole truth. Oh, by the way my Father, and I were both inducted into the Danbury High Hall of Fame and I was so honored to be put in with my Father. The first Father & Son combo. It was so emotional and I didn’t expect that, but it felt great. My old man was the first 4-sport stud muffin back in the early 7th century. I obviously got my hand/eye from him, and my mental toughness from my Mom, that is till now.
I’m ashamed of myself for not handling this pain better. I should’ve joined the Marines – maybe I would be tougher. We will get this under control though, I refuse to believe otherwise.
Take care my friends,