A good day all around

 

I’m happy to report that I’m going to unpack my hospital “go” bag.

  Recurrent pain in the dead of night a week ago continuing into the week had me thinking I might be about to re-enact the pancreatitis I had a few years ago. I really didn’t want to repeat my stay of three days of no food while lying on a mattress that was the equivalent of a sway-backed horse, with its epic sag in the middle.

          A week of incredibly bland no-fat food, mild starvation, and prodding by my daughter convinced me to see my doctor today, who not only assured me it was likely just gastritis, but who also checked out my wonky shoulder (No, not a rotator cuff gone bad. Just too much pickleball.)

          I’ll try not to think about the fact that my new prescription warns me of side effects ranging from shortness of breath to stooped posture (!) and loss of height (!).

          And today’s mail brought a check from a bookstore that had sold a handful of my books but never responded when I asked about the proceeds a year ago. They might want to speed up their financial process.

          Now I’m going to get wild and crazy and eat something that isn’t white, and I might even go all out and have a cup of tea that is caffeinated.