I am now finishing my third week in my new position.

My stress is dramatically reduced. I regularly was passing out after work. This week Wednesday was the first time happened since the move. I am "pleased" with this. I didn't expect the world to flip. In many ways it has, though.

I was offered my choice of desks. One is a window seat overlooking Lake Erie. I watched the sun set the most beautiful magenta last night. It was like a pad of butter on a hot potato of the horizon, sinking and sliding down. So peaceful.

The weather jumping up and down with high winds has challenged me physically. My left ankle refused my attempts to rotate it this morning, like a petulant child at the toy store it was.

So it goes.

I fully grasp how difficult it is to put stress and anxiety to the side while dealing with this brutal illness. I marvel that I was willing to bang my head against the anvil of strife, stress and pain for so long without making the adjustment at work.

I credit the work ethic instilled by my parental units, but I should have used the good sense they bequeathed as well. Better late than never, I suppose.

I encourage everyone to make any change possible, large or small, to improve your life and condition.

I did have to leave early last week two days- forgot that until I was wrapping up- but this condition does that, eh?

I plod on, wishing you all the best.

Jon