Holy smokes, I almost wrote ’21 when adding the date to the title. Ugh. I had tons of thoughts until just now as I sat down to write this post. And I still kind of do … have tons of thoughts because ya know, if I’m not thinking, I’m not breathing. But these pearls of knowledge aren’t coherent. They are a whirling dervish. I’m putting off some actions I need to take before I can move on from the morass that has become my situation because ya know, don’t ask the questions if you don’t want to know the answers. Instead I stay in the churn of not knowing as time keeps ticking waiting for no one. Last day of physical therapy is today and then on to plan B or whatever the insurance company decides for me because ya know they are in a position to determine what this old infirmed person needs, medical license or no medical license. Such a racket.
Ta-ta for now.
As always, more to come.
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