Not a lot to write about today because the trivial things are too trivial and the deep things are too deep. Why is it that we can be lulled by notions like, "Yes, he has leukemia but it's only a mild form." That's about as comforting as knowing that people will be shooting at you, but they will only be using .22's. Sooner or later the stuff is going to kill you.
Doctors take their time scheduling you or calling you back, the unspoken rule being that a crisis on our part does not constitute a crisis on their part. I know how it is. Anyone who works with people knows that you need a certain degree of insulation in order not to be consumed by other people's problems. I just wish that the doctors and the people who run nursing homes weren't so damned bulletproof.
It's still hard for me to imagine the day when I need to hang it all up. When that time comes I just hope I still have the good sense to go out like an Eskimo and just wander off on to the ice pack.
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