
I happened to get this picture of my son a few nights ago and… the hands. The hands. Just look at them!
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I happened to get this picture of my son a few nights ago and… the hands. The hands. Just look at them!

We are now beginning to hit our stride in Texas where the air conditioner is not constantly running.
Since I am finally on medication to address heart problems, depending on exactly when I take it I may be running hot or cold depending on what the weather is. (And it’s always extremely annoying. Always.)
But there is no in-between.
But there is never any in-between.
It’s been three months since I was supposed to get a referral processed for cardiology, but since my primary care physician’s front desk is only staffed with three people that… isn’t happening. Or it hasn’t been happening, I guess I should say. All I can do is politely call to ask about it, to inquire about the status of it and maybe bump it to the top of the list. I also have to call for refills on my heart medication since my doctor never puts any on them. I think it has more to do with him being scatterbrained than it would be him wanting me to call his office every month to ask for refills on a medication that you’re not really supposed to stop cold turkey. (And, worst of all, getting a new PCP would mess up all of the specialist referrals I have.)
I used to listen to this (and “Feeling”) while I was in high school. It was my jam then and it is my jam now.