It IS so hard to determine which doctor should one listen to. I'm going through that very issue now regarding my subsequent treatment after cancer surgery with my Oncologist from the VA, an Oncologist from the University of Missouri who completed the surgery, and an Oncologist from the University of Kansas Cancer Center, all of whom have opinions regarding any on-going treatment. Who to believe?
Meanwhile, time passes by.
I pray your husband's doctors get on the same sheet.
I go to market on Saturdays, and usually stop in M-F at the Senior Center. Wednesdays is 10% off at the grocery store. I tend to do my washing every two weeks on a Sunday or Monday. I watch Thai programs on youtube. I write something every day. When I had a garden I would be working in it until I couldn't see.
My life is "smaller" these days. I consider getting out of bed "productive".
I was just surprised by the pick because he retired from neurosurgery practice over a decade ago and has, in the time since, arguably built a higher national profile for himself in politics/public service. It would be like wanting to meet Mark Wahlberg not because he's a famous actor, but because of his prior musical accomplishments with The Funky Bunch. It's a totally valid choice, just an unexpected one.
Humm, why not? A highly respect neurosurgeon and he has a fascinating life history. No one could ever guess that he would have made it to become a doctor let along a neurosurgeon.
My first visit to your blog! Thank you for the trinket.
I imagine the frying pan was used for all kinds of things, back in the day.
I actually won a skillet toss competition at a county fair!
I have to agree with you. Home is my favorite place as well. However, I do like to travel on the occasion and get a change of scenery, but it's always the best to walk back through the home doors!
That's unacceptable regarding the parking situation. To be told you're allowed to park someplace, and then not allowed to park there due to a requirement that clearly should have been mentioned in the letter. I usually use the valet parking option for my eye appointments, as it's free and reasonably convenient.
I used to go horse riding as a teenager. We lived in the city and I begged my parents to let me have a horse, and I swore I would look after it. Fortunately, they said no because that would never have worked out I used to love horses though and I spent all my spare time at the stables, which were a half-hour bike ride away. But it's different when you chose to help muck out the stables when it suits you compared to having to do it because it's your horse, in the freezing cold or when it's raining.
I haven't been near a horse since then. I would probably be a bit scared of them now.
In live in Utah where anything goes with the weather. Today it is snowing. Monday I was working out in my yard. So, my point
is that I am trying to keep spring in front of me and I do so by painting (my iris below). Along with my iris and want to share my
poem of My Color Blue:
My Color Blue
Bright, brilliant, royal and majestic
Paints, diamonds, jeans and the ocean
Skies, flowers, eggs in a robin's nest
Velvet sewed into a blue vest.
Bearded irises of blue dancing in the wind
Breath taking blue eyes passes you by
Paul Bunyan and his Babe the Blue Ox
Sapphires, one of many dazzling rocks.
Berries so blue they stain your teeth
Soft blue pastels for the wall in your den
Nude girl tattoo on a sailor's body
Some might consider it quite naughty.
Various hues, solids and translucent
Mood makers, mood breakers and
those wonderful blues songwriters
Even those poetic, aerobatic, Blue Angels jet fighters.
Seabreeze 5.9.15
I hope spring is happening for you wherever you are!
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