I have the attention span of a gnat. As far back as I can remember, it's always been a little short. However, now that I am advancing through middle age, it's much shorter and affects my ability to blog. BUT, I have a brandnew, refurbished PC laptap and I'm sure this will help me to focus because I can take it to the coffee shop and like many literary genius wannabe's, I can write much better when I'm not at home. I must continue to do this because I will only get old once and when I can no longer get old, then, well, that's that! I also want to try a stand-up comedy routine before it's too late. Maybe I'll blog a routine before I actually do it.
It has been eight months since my last posting and I continue to age. Now my toe hurts--the toe next to the big one. I have vowed not to see a doctor for a year since my last visit (when I thought I has MS, which turned out to be Meniere's, a very annoying fluid in my ear) because not only do I have "neurotic" written in my electronic chart, I have "neurotic" plus "56-year-old female" in there, which doubly decreases the chances that I will be taken seriously about any ailment. Twenty-five year-old physician: "You can expect things to hurt at YOUR age." Or as one physician put it (and this really happened), "Sometimes a lack of hormones makes things seem like they hurt worse than they really do." I fired him.
