This is appalling. I should just face my failure and give up on blogging now.
I’ve reached the bottom. The absolute sludge-in-the-Worcestershire-bottle of blogdom. I’m going to do a post about my health.
I’m sorry. So very sorry. I’ll try to do better in the future.
First of all, I probably won’t be posting on Monday. Nothing serious. I’ve agreed to participate in a long-term medical study, and it involves undergoing a certain test which I won’t specify, because you may be one of those who (like me) eat at the keyboard. But it involves being sedated, and I may not be up to posting.
If I do post, you’ll know it went better than I expected.
I also saw my doctor today, on an unrelated matter (getting a prescription changed for insurance purposes, if you have to know).
It’s always dangerous to see a doctor, needless to say. 90% of all people who die of lingering diseases have seen a doctor recently.
It’s especially dangerous to see a new doctor. I had to change horses because my previous Galen, a man who believed in doing as little as possible as long as the patient wasn’t actually in debilitating pain, has retired. The new fellow is more energetic, brimming with fresh ideas for improving my life.
He thinks I ought to be sleep tested, to see if I need one of those C-PAP machines.
I’ve lived in fear of those devices for most of my adult life. In my mind, C-PAPs are for old, fat men.
The fact that I am in fact an old, fat man is of no comfort to me. (Thank you so much for bringing it up.)
On the other hand, the doctor speaks seductive words about improved mood, lower cholesterol and a reduction in acid reflux.
I think I see a face mask and a plastic tube in my future. I’ll keep you posted.
No need to thank me.