No need to discuss. Ronaldo said it all.
Paraphrasing a Motörhead
cover. Nice.
I'd ask what's up, but it all seems to be happening to me.
I've been low on the radar for reasons. In the past three weeks I left my job, admitted myself to the ER for hemolytic anemia, had to cancel my 7 weeks planned back in the US for holidays, spent 9 days in the hospital, and started a 6-month treatment program for niggling chronic leukemia that finally reared its ugly head in a big way for the first time after 18 months.
But you know, life is good. I'm under long treatment, but I can focus on my health and I am already feeling mostly back to a great health foundation after just two treatments. (And the Portuguese socialist commies are covering what would have been €14k+/month of treatments at the private hospital system here.)
These are magical times now of possibilities and new life. I feel like a guy whose landing space craft disintegrated in the atmosphere, shredded metal all over the planet, and somehow landed ass-first in a cool ocean and is somehow still alive. When you have that much crap thrown at you at once, you almost kinda feel you can survive anything now.