Well, another week of rehab has passed, but this time I experienced a little glitch. On Tuesday I had some discomfort that I hope was just gas, but it did cause some chest pain.
I made it through another week of rehab at Bothwell Hospital. I have to admit, I did not lose any weight this time in spite of the fact that I was required to spend more time on all of the equipment.
I am still hearing about this story that appeared in the Sedalia Democrat Feb. 29, 2000. It was even popular with those too young to remember when the park was still around.
Everyone has heard about "Rosie the Riveter.” Well, my mother was a riveter too. She didn't put planes or tanks together, but like Rosie, it was hard work done by hand, for not much pay, and it helped her win her own private war.
It is time for another update on my cardio rehab at the Bothwell Hospital Rehab Center. My schedule has changed and now I don’t have to get up and around as early as before. I changed classes from 7:30 a.m. to 8:30 a.m., something my wife liked too. The workouts are getting longer and harder, but that is as expected.
Well, I have had several sessions at the rehab center of Bothwell Hospital, and I am enjoying them, I guess because I feel like I am at last doing something that is good for my health. I will have to admit the exercise has made me a little sore in spots, but I think that is a sign that I really need the activity.
As a young man, I would never have admitted to writing poetry or singing love songs to my wife, but at the age I am now I can confess that I still do both. The poems I chose to put in my books are ones that do not need to be deciphered, and some people might think of them as too simple. I do feel obliged to inform the reader that some editors agree with that point of view, and some of the poems we
This Mid-Missouri Memory is about a special love in my life. Those smoke belching, steam spitting trains that ran through Sedalia while I grew up just two blocks away. Was anything more frightening, and at the same time more fascinating to small children? I don’t think so.
To understand the following poem, you will have to know that a sailor never loses his love for the ships he has served on or the seas he has sailed. You will also have to imagine an old sailor, too old for the sea, sitting at a bar talking to the only person who will listen to his sea stories.