Tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day and I am supposed to be marching up 5th Avenue in New York City with the Pipe Band. But I can't blow.
(Insert ALL jokes here...)
I can't blow my pipes enough to keep them going. Because of the residual Bell's palsy, I cannot make the seal around the blow stick with my lips. Air gushes out and without enough pressure there is no sound.
The pipe major suggested I "fake it" because he knows I want to be a part of it all. There is nothing more frustrating to a piper than faking it for miles. I cannot do that.
So I have to practice PATIENCE. If I had a tattoo for 2009, that would be the word I would have tattooed on my forearm. PATIENCE.
So tomorrow is my feast day and I will enjoy it as I can and trust that one day I will be able to play bagpipes again.
Looking forward to GREENER pastures tomorrow.
The End
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