I’ve made no secret of my distaste for the Christmas Season and the new year has given me yet another log to toss on the pile of pain. The only time in the last 3 decades there was joy in my tinsel was when my daughter still believed in Santa Claus. Like most trauma, it likely began in childhood and continues throughout my life, I wind-up getting sick at and during the Holidaze. Actually managed to make it through the first two weeks of 2026 feeling alright, except for another weird, painful blister erupting on one of my fingers. This was the third month in a row getting a finger lanced at the walk-in clinic, but I chalked it up to the variety of skin issues that have taken hold post-R-EPOCH Chemo in 2018. I really try to not complain about the fallout from what amounted to 30 full days of 3 different brands of poison being pumped into me round the clock. It feels ungrateful when it has given me 8 years so far on this side of the turf. Wouldn’t have made it even 1 without it. This time the doctor sent a sample for a culture as neither of us could explain why it was happening.

In a week we had a diagnosis. MRSA antibiotic resistant bacterial infection. What the what?!? I’m the boy in the bubble. No baboon heart, but I rarely leave the house. All I could do was isolate myself from the wife and daughter, finish the prescription, which had been changed to a drug that actually works and hope for the best, which consisted of hoping it clears before entering my bloodstream and lymphatic system. That would kill me. The day after I finished the meds, it wasn’t completely gone but it was definitely clearing. Within 12 hours I was suddenly very tired and foggy and by the end of the following day had slept for the bulk of it and sparing you the gory bathroom details, was very sick. We called the ambulance and my blood pressure was stuck at 80! My body temp was also seriously low along with my oxygen level and it was off to the hospital ASAP.

After bags of intravenous medication and fluids, a massive dose of Vincristine also direct into the vein, more sleep and no food I got home a few days ago. Healing and feeling human. To quote The Godfather of Soul, “I Feel Good.” You have to admit that I get the weirdest shit wrong with me. One of the things that made me very happy was the honest support I felt when I got in touch with Bill at Radio Paradise to bring him up to speed. Full understanding instantly, zero pressure. The last time that happened was way back in my Rykodisc days with the incredible Don Rose. That last place I was employed didn’t give me any time or help while I was dealing with Bell’s Palsy for a spell. I had to push my chin up on the affected side to speak as normally as possible. Of course it was post-merger… hostile takeover.

The episode is stuffed with goodness and clocks in at a tidy 3 hours and 45 minutes. New stuff from Bruce Springsteen, Jeff Buckley, Waves_On_Waves, Tyler Ramsey & Carl Broemel, Peter Gabriel, SHOLTO, The New Pornographers, Courtney Barnett, Arctic Monkeys, Shackleton, Beck. The Black Crowes, Death Cult and Robin Trower. Connective tissue courtesy of Luka Bloom, Inara George,Jimmy Cliff, Led Zeppelin, Hoyt Axton, Neil Young, Alejandro Escovedo String Quintet, Lonnie Liston Smith & The Cosmic Echoes, Marvin Gaye, Bobby Charles, Dolorean, Buffalo Springfield, Metro, Bill Nelson, Brian Eno, David Bowie, Devo, Lyres, The Clash, The Verlaines, Procol Harum and a bunch more. Thanks for listening and the continued support and lo



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