After my radiation session this morning, we drove by the training hill. The wind looked pretty good, a little east but likely swinging around to a perfect direction within the hour. After careful consideration, though, I decided to wait to fly. My pain has increased every week, and the meds they give me are getting pretty powerful now. I felt like I could probably be OK, since I know the hill so well, and I'm not falling asleep or anything.
Still, if I had any kind of issue where I had to be "sharp" and on top of it, like I do when I am working lift, using wind and thermals to climb above the top of the hill, and I was not in full control or possession of my faculties, I would not be able to forgive myself if there was any kind of mishap. So I decided to forgo getting a wing and flying, even though I really wanted to go.
This was made doubly hard when, as we were leaving, Glenny came driving his little Para-Jeep around the landing field, wondering where we were going "just as it was getting good???" We talked for awhile, and he understood the reason and agreed, since he just recently finished some challenges of his own. I'm so close to the end, and I'm not going to muck it up now!
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