Is My Ship Sinking?

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I don’t want to be one of those old men who goes on and on about his various ailments. But if I disappear suddenly, I’m sure some of you will want to know why.

Tomorrow I go to Dr. No. 6–or is it 5? or 7? Can’t keep track–and the next day, another one.

I’ve got to get my hip replaced. Several people who’ve had it have told me it’s no problem, I’ll be fine when I wake up, bob’s your uncle.It’s hard for me to believe this. I have a superstitious fear of dying.

And our internet has been on strike most of this morning, so I went out and had a cigar. There won’t be any cigars, where I’m going.

One Down, One to Go

Thumbs down.

Dr. No. 1: Way, hey, looks like the cancer’s comin’ back already! There’s all sorts of treatments we can try, though. Saddle up the ambulance!

Dr. No. 2: We’ll be seeing him this afternoon. I have no idea what he’s going to say.

Somewhere off in the distance, but looming ever closer: unorthodox medical procedures, the kind regular doctors don’t approve of.

I do not want to outlive my wife. I don’t want to outlive my country. But it seems to me that my wants are irrelevant.

I would like to finish my books… but it looks like even money that I won’t.

Back to Doctorin’!?!

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How I envy that axolotl! It looks so peaceful down there.

I have yet another doctor’s office visit tomorrow, and I’ve lost track of  who’s doin’ what. I would think the job at hand is to replace my broken hip, but what do I know? All it does is hurt all the time.

Much of my  trust in medical personnel has been erased.

Please pray for me.

Blood Work (What Will They Find?)

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All right, I’m back from having blood work done at a diagnostics lab. Results will be ready in two days: find out what kind of frightful diseases are lurking in my bloodstream, working for the Grim Reaper.

Nice people at the lab, though. (It’s the nice ones who get you. Your guard is down, y’see…)

Well, let’s get to work and see if we can generate some views today.

The Day Is Getting Away from Me

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I knew I had a lot to write today, trying to pep up my sagging viewership, but as you can see, that hasn’t happened yet. The day is getting away from me, big-time. Can’t catch up!

I had to take Robbie to the vet today, for blood work, and they had this “curbside” whatsit that meant I had to sit in the car and freeze for two hours. We’re worried because she hasn’t been able to regain lost weight.

Well, I’ll just have to do what I can to get some posts written. I’m still cold. And of course the cats are mad at me as The Bad Guy who takes them to the vet. Hiss, hiss.

On to the next post!

My Royalties (Oh, Boy)

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Well, that little medical adventure cost me two hours out of this morning. They want you to do eye tests with your stupid mask on, fogging up your glasses. Most informative.

Meanwhile, I got my royalty statement yesterday. I am now the Crown Prince of Bazukaburg.

No, no, not that kind of royalty. This is the report on how many of my books were sold during the last quarter.

I can safely say I have sold more books than people who haven’t written any.

And there goes the $%$#@# internet crapping out again!

I Made a Funny!

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Bruce Willis… or our eye doctor?

Patty went to the eye doctor today to have her eyes examined and tested for new glasses, which she’s been needing for a while. On the way home, she told me, “I think Dr. D___ looks like Bruce Willis. I said to him, ‘Has anybody ever told you, you look like Bruce Willis’?”

To which he replies, if I’m writing the dialogue, “That’s why you’re at the eye doctor’s.”

I told her the joke and it took a moment to sink in. I didn’t want my witticism to go to waste, so I’ve posted it here.

To the Vet, Again

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I’m up early today because I have to take Robbie to the vet and I don’t know how long they’ll keep me vegetating in their waiting room. She has this thyroid thing and it’s time for them to check her blood again.

I have prepared a nice post for you to appear while I’m at the vet’s. Tomorrow it’s my turn at the doctor’s, and Thursday I have to take Patty to the eye doctor–and they have just moved without telling any of their patients, I don’t know how she found out.

Oh, well, at least the cats will fight when we get back home. They always fight after one of them has been to see the vet.

Good News, So Far!

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Patty came out of the treatment room with a smile on her face, so I knew then that everything was all right.

The thing on her neck (I don’t do medical terminology) is gone, the doctor got rid of it, and he says he’s 99% sure it’s nothing to worry about. Well, no professional is ever going to say 100%, is he? She does have a few other medical issues to see to, but they’re mostly just annoyances, not potential catastrophes.

So thank you for all your prayers, everybody, and thank the Lord for protecting us today. Now we can relax for a bit.

Patty’s very pleased with that MDVIP plan she joined, and especially with its network of doctors. Coincidence: she’d already seen this dermatologist’s wife, who is also a doctor. I wonder if their children will grow up to be cowboys. Anyway, Patty and Dr. Paull took to each other and had a nice time. As far as the circumstances would allow.

I’m Going to Try

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I have to take Patty to the doctor today, and I’m going to try to get a full day’s work done in half a day: it’ll be better than sitting there worrying. I sweated out a Newswithviews column yesterday, so that’s out of the way and the rest should be doable, if I don’t fanny about.

Thank you for your prayers, please don’t stop–and I’ll let you know how we made out, when we get back.