2 years ago, I flew home following my last lower surgery. I spent most of the 1st year that followed wondering if indeed I was “done” or if the other shoe would drop and I would have a complication. Between the many friends who reported pain at the anchor point, dislodging of their penile implant and the years it was between my 1st and last op, it seemed surreal things could be done, never mind could they finish without a complication.

I’ve spent most of the last year properly taking my body for granted. Somewhat recently, I had a moment of grounding around the eventual replacement of my penile implant. But I knew who to ask my queries and feel optimistic that I’ll be among those with more time rather than less in between replacements.

This week I reached the weight goal I set for myself in the run up to my 1st lower surgery. I’m on the lean end of things and wanted a little more muscle on my bones. Besides being a hard gainer, my modest gains were constantly wiped out by surgeries. I’ve now reached 3 out of my 4 fitness goals! Onward and upwards to goal #4.

Nota bene: I’m not interested in unsolicited fitness advice.

I’m otherwise generally working on improving this, that and the other part of my life. For example, I’ve got a device that tracks my sleeping, and told the time I need to be up by, will wake up me within the half hour up to it when I reach a light sleep cycle. It’s revolutionising my mornings, I have so much more energy when not brutally awaken from deep sleep.

I’m loving the course I’m taking on indigenous peoples of Canada. It’s filling in so many gaps in knowledge I was aware I had but struggled to fill when leading my own education. I don’t understand how something like this isn’t mandatory to everyone going to grade school in Canada. I should have learnt this stuff a long time ago.

Everything is not well in my life, but it’s much easier to focus on the silver linings, and be confident the crappy things will either improve or I will find ways to manage them.