Neglect. No, hang on, negligence. Naw, just wanted to start something with a word I don’t start things off with.
I had a week, lawd, a powerful week, a powerful and weak week. A bunch of things happened. Taking my elderly mother in for her second cataract surgery (she was stoned for most of the day) and the post op. Got the info on my own upcoming extensive pulmonary test, and I was put on a statin.
Oh and I watched some reruns, ate, slept, shat, it’s all sort of the same thing. The art of good movie making is condensing a lifetime into two hours, though there isn’t a lot of eating, sleeping, shitting or watching movies in a two hour movie. The movie of this entry would make all the medical stuff the focal point, though, time wise, it’s dead center. I mean I spent a lot more time watching reruns and sleeping than dealing with doctors and surgeons and much less shitting and eating, though neither were rushed.
Everything across the board came out exactly as expected.
Hmmm, this entry is not an entry about the banality of life. It’s a place-holder. It’s a reminder to the future me of what happened to this week. It’s not likely I’ll need to recall if my appetite or my bowels were normative, and for the record my sleeping ability and viewing ability were normative (with qualifiers as they apply to stuff and things) and the surgery went well, and I think the lung function tests are extraneous but I’m curious. The statin I’m taking on faith that my lame duck doc (he’s graduating right about … wait for it … now) stammering on my voice mail that my chlosterol is high knows what he’s doing. He didn’t stammer how high and it’s the lowest dose and frequency of a statin and his office said I should have a copy of the tests … wait for it … now. They were off by who knows how long.
I’m not worried. This entry is an excuse for being too prosaic to write a flash today.
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