Coma Vaca Conclusion

The morning drugs are quietly kicking in. They need to be there. They mean I can't walk that well, and they will wipe me out in half an hour or so. But, without them the nerve pain is unbelievably bad. With them it sits in a sulk at tieback of my head. So, holiday? It was great to see john and Sue, who are off to Philly, where a nine hour lay over leaves them plenty of time to grab a bus tour. I can see my uncle charging up the Rocky steps, Philly cheese steak in one hand, twirling a hoodie in the other. My advice? If you have to spend a week whacking down nerve pain, do it in a darkened room, though the the sunsets have been magnificent and the food was great.