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Monday, November 22, 2021
Monday, November 1, 2021
Promises and Whack-a-Mole
Well, I guess I should address the obvious…I break my own
promises to myself, and then for good measure I beat myself up emotionally when
I fail. It is what I do best. So, no more promises to me or anyone
else. Just one day at a time. Promises somehow indicate things that will
happen in the future and the future is not my favorite subject. That is about all have to say about that…for
now
In the meantime, I have been playing whack-a-mole with
doctors. It seems that the simple one day in and out eye procedure
cannot be that. It will require a full
work up from a cardiologist and admission into a real stay overnight hospital...twice! And my regular doc, who by the way I like a
lot, thinks this is not a really good idea, and feels any surgery at this point
is a bad idea since I flunked the EKG. Flunking
EKGs is not big deal for me but for doctors and lawyers I suspect it is the
kiss of death. This kind of medical back
and forth wears me out emotionally, and I have not been in the best of shape, physically
or emotionally.
There you go, my best excuse for breaking my promise to me.
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