Twice in fact.
First was my all school high school reunion. It was fairly easy and I saw and talked to people. They were for the most part pleasant and I got to ignore a few. Semi-interestingly enough I sat by the new young priest who is from Ghana and who, when asked what he likes best about Iowa, said ‘the peace’.
Here’s ten more things -
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I looked for my by-line in the copies of the ‘school paper’ and found it.
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I talked to my ‘friend the nun’ with whom I share .... what? I’m not sure but I wish I could talk to her more. We were both misfits and we find ways to bond.
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I avoided having to report the death of the bull (that’s another long sad story I haven’t shared with you.)
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There was a pretty big crowd and the food was good.
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My high school reunions lack organization and that is good.
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I saw people I remembered and missed people who weren’t there.
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The teachers are gone. It has been a long time.
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The smaltown-ness of it all is striking.
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I stayed long enough and left medium early.
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I suppose I’ll go next time - if there is a next time.B
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The second thing I went to was a thyroid biopsy. There is as long a story associated with that event as with the reunion. Both may be I’ll=advixed and painful and a waste of time and money and miles on the Buick. God-almighty, Father Philip and Sister Suzanne, please protect me.
A thyroid biopsy is fairly quick - I had to stop taking my blood thinner the day before they poked me with needles. The needles surprisingly hurt going in. I’m not sure what I was expecting and I survived so I guess it’s ok or of course it isnt’. I’ll go look at My Chart and see if there are results.
Last week I had an echocardiogram to see how my remodeled heart is working and results for that might be showing up there too.
Tomorrow I have another appointment with a new person who might have some results, advice, proposals too.
I wish I knew WHY I’m doing all this. I live on borrowed time. Am I supposed to care?
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I forgot one thing about the reunion. A woman who I know for a million reasons has spent her golden years working part time at a funeral home. She had worked at a nursing home prior to that.... not the one I was at, a different one.
When she heard of my medical adventure, she asked, quite sincerely, if I had seen my long dead parents at any time. I hadn’t. She seemed eager for an answer. I wish I’d asked her if she looks forward to seeing her own parents? I hadn’t thought of it and I don’t think it’s something I would like. Would they like to see me, I wonder.
I’d like to see my brother, but that’s because I feel we have things to talk about. My parents, less so.
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Apologies if my last entry looked like a suicide threat. I’m less suicidal now that I’m closer to death. Honestly, I’m not surprised it’s worked out that way.
We all mean a lot to one another.
That’s how life is.
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