A recent readers comment sent me scurrying to my stats only to find to my amazement that there
have been a little over 80,000 “hits” on this site during its short lifetime (3 years come April).
What is even more amazing is that just over 8,000 of the people visiting have made a comment,
this figure is obtained, in blogger at least, from the “edit posts” section where the number of
comments made on each post is shown, now just add ‘em all up.
I am really stoked to think that 10% of my visitors felt the post they read was worthy of a
comment, BTW in the first 6 months I got only 400 comments (thanks Merle, Marcus, Maria,
& a couple of others who have since disappeared) this means the next 2 years brought in over
7,500 comments, WOW!!!!
Blogging for me has never been about the figures, its always been the friendships that have
been important, but I can’t help but be surprised by, and proud of, those figures too.
Quite apart from the decision to cut back on blogging, for the past 3 or 4 days I have lost
even more interest and not just in blogging, any of you who have ever had a kidney stone
(renal colic) will understand my lack of interest in world affairs as I have snuggled into
my own little world of pain, for those of you who have not had the joy of a kidney stone,
I pray that your luck holds out forever.
is about as close as I have been able to find, then you are faced with the fun of drying
a pain wracked body, this is the same pain that makes your normally comfortable bed
feel more like the infamous bed of nails.
About the only other place that I've been able to find any semblance of comfort is in
a recliner lounge chair, I must admit though I made a serious mistake on the first
night that I spent in my recliner chair.... I reclined the chair... wonderful, almost
comfortable and I did get a few hours sleep... BUT.... came the time for getting out of
the chair.... my pain wracked body wouldn't allow me to exert sufficient pressure to
collapse the chair back to an upright position.
For the next ten minutes I tried in vain to rise from what had now become my not
so comfortable chair, eventually I managed to wriggle myself far enough to get
my feet over the sides of the extended foot rest and painfully force my body
into an upright position, with my weight removed from the chair it was a very
simple operation to return the back of the chair to the upright position.
I will forgive you if you had a chuckle over that last paragraph, even I can smile
about it now, but for the time that I was trapped in that chair humour was at
the very bottom of my scale of emotions.
Ah, the joy of living alone!!!!!!!!