Number Six but Who’s Counting?
This year has been challenging. On top of Covid, the lockdowns, the nastiness and vitriol on social media, the foolishness of quack remedies and denials, I have had six surgeries.
I don’t like to spend a lot of time thinking about or writing about my personal physical ailments—my ‘day’ job includes listening to people’s physical (and emotional) woes.
I have been dealing with my insurance company (excellent at denials of services). Needing surgery in the midst of so many Covid hospitalizations, the refusal of many to wear masks despite the contagiousness makes for a huge leap of faith to enter these facilities for care.
But now I have had my shoulder repaired, my back improved, my cataracts-lens replaced I am left with exercise bands, residual back pain (less than it was–but still there) and perhaps now I can think about travel—in my standard shift stick diesel truck to Big Bend or to Wyoming or to Wisconsin or to ……..
Perhaps I am done with this jewelry.