an update, sort of
So Tina and I went to Tennessee over the holiday to visit my family. We came home more tired than when we left. Vacations with family aren't really vacations, it seems. I got to see everyone except my uncle, who was in Ohio. Oh, well.
We were there for 2 1/2 days. That was, sadly, plenty.
My grandmother (the main reason for the visit) is 85, and is starting to look... weary. She's losing her vision and her hearing, and can't get around too well anymore. She's aged a lot since our last trip up (about a year ago.)
My mom is still feisty, but years of hard hard living are taking their toll on her, as well. At least she doesn't live effectively alone.
My sister still never shuts up. Some things will never change, I guess. I think my nieces would have liked to visit more, but Sis hardly ever gave anyone a chance to get a word in edge-wise.
Now we're home. Tina had to go back to work today. She played hookey for two days so that I could make this trip, and I fear she regrets not just staying home. My family can be an adventure for me, and I know what to expect.
I had my first real physical in 20 years today. It was way overdue, but hey... I'm busy and up til recently, I was feeling pretty okay.
Now, I'm on blood-pressure medicine. Wheee!
Doc says it should help with the insomnia, and the headaches, and the irritability, and make me less sweaty (not a life-threatening problem, but the change will be a happy one, trust me.)
I go to Birmingham this weekend for a consultation with a surgeon. I'm getting my stomach reduced, either by gastric bypass surgery (which is my current first choice) or by one of the less-permanent, but more invasive methods (stapling or rubber-banding). My Doc was completely onboard with thd idea, and figures I'm so heavy (read here - morbidly obese) that Blue Cross shouldn't fuss too much. It'll be unliekly to happen before my trip to Ohio in September, but who knows?
The last bit of medical joy is really not that joyful. I enough symptoms that he's sending me in for an exploratory colonoscopy. Whatever they're going to do back there, I'll be unconcious for it, which doesn't bode well for my sitting down ability afterward.
Getting old is a never-ending font of excitement and pleasure. Or... not.
It's time to get my health under control. I'm getting old too fast, and I have a young wife. I'd like to be around to enjoy her. ;-)
That's it.
We were there for 2 1/2 days. That was, sadly, plenty.
My grandmother (the main reason for the visit) is 85, and is starting to look... weary. She's losing her vision and her hearing, and can't get around too well anymore. She's aged a lot since our last trip up (about a year ago.)
My mom is still feisty, but years of hard hard living are taking their toll on her, as well. At least she doesn't live effectively alone.
My sister still never shuts up. Some things will never change, I guess. I think my nieces would have liked to visit more, but Sis hardly ever gave anyone a chance to get a word in edge-wise.
Now we're home. Tina had to go back to work today. She played hookey for two days so that I could make this trip, and I fear she regrets not just staying home. My family can be an adventure for me, and I know what to expect.
I had my first real physical in 20 years today. It was way overdue, but hey... I'm busy and up til recently, I was feeling pretty okay.
Now, I'm on blood-pressure medicine. Wheee!
Doc says it should help with the insomnia, and the headaches, and the irritability, and make me less sweaty (not a life-threatening problem, but the change will be a happy one, trust me.)
I go to Birmingham this weekend for a consultation with a surgeon. I'm getting my stomach reduced, either by gastric bypass surgery (which is my current first choice) or by one of the less-permanent, but more invasive methods (stapling or rubber-banding). My Doc was completely onboard with thd idea, and figures I'm so heavy (read here - morbidly obese) that Blue Cross shouldn't fuss too much. It'll be unliekly to happen before my trip to Ohio in September, but who knows?
The last bit of medical joy is really not that joyful. I enough symptoms that he's sending me in for an exploratory colonoscopy. Whatever they're going to do back there, I'll be unconcious for it, which doesn't bode well for my sitting down ability afterward.
Getting old is a never-ending font of excitement and pleasure. Or... not.
It's time to get my health under control. I'm getting old too fast, and I have a young wife. I'd like to be around to enjoy her. ;-)
That's it.