For the last few nights, rather than writing or doing anything at all (gathering receipts for my medical “flex spending” account comes to mind), I’ve promptly post-dinner dozed on the couch.<\/p>\n
It’s probably the headache I’ve had all day, or maybe the fresh, clean, springtime pollen that’s inflating my histamine count and sinus tissue. I am just damn sluggish. Even getting up to go to bed now, because I’d have to rise from the couch, feels like work.<\/p>\n
Ah well. Perhaps tomorrow I will have energy. Perhaps tomorrow, I can hypochondriacally search out information on pacemaker devices. I’m not allowing myself to worry that we’ll soon have a part-cyborg in the family, a la Dick Cheney. I hope he doesn’t decide to invade another country post-operatively. Although I did recommend drinking the blood of Iraqi children afterwards, because clearly there’s some black magic that keeps the VP’s fragile heart ticking and humming along.<\/p>\n
In other words, pacemakers and heart surgery are scary. But, with technology, possibly powered by M.’s company, there are ample reasons for hope.
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