I'm sitting at the kitchen table, part of a chili dog in front along with a small pile of Fritos. Lunch. We don't have a dining room anymore. We downsized severely several years ago when we moved in here. This place was a small two bed room job but we turned one bedroom into an office. I, needing a place for my iMac, thinking I might do a bit of writing some day and a place to keep our records and files of what we considered important. I do manage our financial affairs. The wife on the other hand is more artistic. She does a bit of painting, makes cards of variances descriptions, draws some, and occasionally writes a bit. Life at this place has been good, pleasant, and adds much to the great retirement I have enjoyed. Now I have some concerns. I have lived with COPD since retirement. In fact that was the reason I retired. A shortness of breath severe enough I cold no longer manage the sales territory I had built up over several years. But I have been on the cutting edge in caring for my illness, been proactive, and have apparently done some things right, so my doctors have told me. Since retirement I have had two heart attacks and have enough damage to my ticker that it too contributes to my disability and shortness of breath. Now my doctors caution me about doing most anything, really. I have done and do what I can, ever mindful I need to pace myself. But now I have other concerns. Concerns about my plumbing. I suspect it may be messed up. I don't know this, surmising on my part based on some symptoms. I am hoping in partnership with my wishes, my damaged ticker is paying attention and monitoring the situation so that before the pain and awfulness become unbearable, the ticker will shut down, ending it all as it slips through death's open door. But, let me wish the reader a good day.
Awww Bill....nothing works as well as we age and our bodies require more maintenance then it did when we and it were younger. If your having some problems with your plumbing...go see the plumber Doctor. Evidently your plumbing is telling you it's time for some maintenance.
Well, I did. I took your advice. I called the plumber. In due course he came out to see me. After a few minutes he said my plumbing wasn’t messed up at all. The problem he said was how I was using it. You’re stopped up. It’s like a soft dough which finally stops up the drain. He said you don’t have a compactor to help you but too much foodstuff is going down your kitchen sink drain, eventually causing the line to stop up and back up. I told him how stressful this was on me and all. He said its your own fault. You need to prepare the dishes for washing. You’ve got a dishwasher, why aren’t you using it? I told him my wife didn’t think we needed a dish washer. He said, well you’re good to go. Call me if you need me. I thanked him and wrote him a big check. Now my symptoms are all gone. Tranquility rules again.
You didn't fool me @Bill Boggs by turning things around. If you are still having problems I hope you will see the Doctor about that.
I understand what you are saying, I think, @Bill Boggs. I'm trying to think what to say without being too depressing. We all face death sooner or later. If we have health problems, of course we contemplate how it will come. I recently told my son, "I'm not afraid of dying, but I am afraid of what comes between now and then." I hope for you and for me that when it comes, it is quick and merciful. {{{{Hugs}}}}