My captors continue to torment me with lack-of-sleep-torture, needles and 14% incline treadmill sessions. Food is edible, but items invariably missing from tray, such as a teabag to put in the hot water. The good news is I think (I'm almost afraid to say it, superstitious fool that I am, lest I jinx myself) that I might be feeling a bit better. It's hard to tell from day to day, the changes are so slight, but I was able to exercise a bit longer (by 30 seconds) on the 14% incline at 3.2 mph. It doesn't sound like much, but believe me, that is a killer. I feel like I'm moving more air when I breathe. Hopefully the trend will continue.
The really, really good news is that, after 12 months, Joe has a job! Not just any job, either. A job that he wants; amazing in this economy. Of course, he would have taken pretty much anything that was offered to him, but this is exactly what he was looking for the entire time. A huge weight has been lifted off our shoulders now and I'm so glad that he will have a job that won't be occupying his thoughts 7 days a week, 24 hours a day. It sounds like a good company to work for. Definitely cause for celebration!