Barbara J. Hamby

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Zzzzzz

Tonight it will be a fight to the finish to see if I can get something written before I fall asleep. My reward for sitting for hours in an outpatient surgery clinic this afternoon is a colored picture, suitable for framing, of my nearly-healed ulcer. I’ll spare you the gory details, but it’s almost a relief to know it’s an ulcer, caused by arthritis medication, and not the result of eating some unknown indelicacy in China.

Obviously I got nothing else done today. I did have an enjoyable dinner and visit with Kurt and Carrie and I got a chance to see for myself how well their dog Handsome is recovering.

I’m hopeful I can get something useful done tomorrow, if I don’t spend most of the day sleeping off the anesthesia I had this afternoon.

It seems to me there was an era during my lifetime when having an ulcer was considered fashionable. But those days are long gone and, as often happens, my timing is off. Have to get to bed now.