And the News is…
Good. Mostly. Since December, so much has changed. I can’t even get into all of that. Shortlist. After a very strong Christmas season, changing business model Healthwise, got better, then much worse, then better that the worse, but not as better as before. Can now walk up to a mile unassisted. Big deal. Sister had twin newborns at the end of May. I’ve had to take 6 hours off my daily schedule to allow for time with Sister’s older twins. I’m on a health and personal economic down-swing. Seeing a new doctor on Friday, paying cash of course. It’s a pain management specialist, because living with this pain has become a special challenge. And because my sister and my mother are insisting. I’m pretty sure the doctors will say the same thing they have always said and I will have wasted my money. But maybe if a DOCTOR tells the world I need to rest, and heal, for about a year before I can expect the pain to abate, everyone will listen when I say it. Or I’ll stop saying yes to helping everyone else with their problems before I help myself with my own life. I did have this great dream though. I dreamt that some friends and I went to the Orleans in Las Vegas together, and that they were having some unusual problems that made our stay less than enjoyable. But because the cashier had cashed some $50,000 insurance check I’d brought (who gets insurance checks for