Learned today that on Wed., Mar. 25th at 9am I am going to move back to my apartment. The movers will take care of getting me packed up and ready.
That means I’ll be able to get out and do things. Like go to the bank and check on my account. And go to the park and get some sun. And, with any luck, prepare meals. And visit Tamara when she’s ready.
Of course it may mean a case of TF (Trump Flu), but them’s the risks you take.
And here I’m supposed to move back into my apartment. Thing is, I can’t stay here. I can’t get food delivered, I can’t even make it to the store. I can only hope I get moved back into 1830 4th ave again and the local housing commission decides the move is save enough.
Meantime Mexico doesn’t appear to be reacting strong to C19, but it is early there and things could change.
Anyway, I may be here even longer, but I certainly hope not.
The event was getting my urethral stent removed. I got to watch through a camera, and the process went neat and simple. In addition, other than a short bout of bleeding I really haven’t had any. Of course I now get to have an ultra sound and do 24 hours of urine collection so they can check into other things.
The lesson had to do with my moving date. According to the latest source I’m moving back into my apartment by Wed. the 25th. Maybe earlier, or it may be a day later, but at the very least I go back home on Thur. 26th.
Overall I’m feeling a lot better and now that I have some energy I’ll be able to get back into doing things. Health is a marvelous thing and not to be treated with callous indifference.
Back with WordPress that is, for the simple reason that I can handle this platform. So I get to build up a list of subscribers again, and that means getting back to posting. Which really isn’t possible at the moment because I need to rest up and do some thinking.
But this time I’m going to do what I can to keep it simpler than it was before. In other words, no piling on the crap.