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BEDRIDDEN LIFE
Bluey, Small Talk, Relationships, & Market Basket Grandpa
Or Tweets, let’s be honest
I specialize mostly in shenanigans, horseplay, tomfoolery, buffoonery, hijinks, monkey business, and chicanery. Other than that, I have no marketable skills.
My new-ish ME/CFS doctor, who told me in a virtual appointment that he’s “not God” and that I’ve “tried everything” (thanks for the encouragement, bro), is on vacation in Costa Rica until December 10.
I imagine him sitting at an outside bar drinking rum and listening to the Jimmy Buffet music playing overhead (very American thinking, as they’re probably not playing Buffet in Costa Rica).
So far, the good doc has offered me a migraine medication for concentration. Alas, I didn’t take him up on that wonderful offer. The last thing I need is a migraine medication although I don’t have migraines. I wanted to say, “How about we address my fatigue and symptoms and not my level of concentration? I’m not looking to be on Jeopardy.“
The good thing, though, is that my doctor is covered under my health insurance. So even if he doesn’t have any bright ideas, I know I won’t be bankrupting my family due to medical expenses. I consider that a win. Wait, let me rethink that.
