Thursday, April 3, 2025

     As I begin to understand that maybe I will be alive for awhile, I make an appointment for eye exam and new glasses.  I have ignored lesser body issues.  Time to remember dentists and dermatologists.

     In the medical waiting room on Wednesday, there are the scan folks, the blood folks and the rehab folks. I am a rehab person. The large room has rows of chairs squeezed together. We each find an isolated chair.  I watch incoming people search the room before finding the manageable safe chair.  We all are afraid of strangers. I don’t know how airlines get away with crowded seats and stranger anxiety. It is definitely a struggle in waiting rooms.

     I finish THREE DAYS IN JUNE, the latest Anne Tyler novel. She writes about a comfortable middle class society that may not exist anymore. Good comfort reading.

     I am already tired of counting my steps with the iPhone. Tired of carrying the phone close to me. My new plan is to check once a week to see how I am doing.  Today is the weekly counting day for me.