Grump Central Archive: Week of 25 April 2021

Saturday, 1 May 2021

Happy May Day. Tomorrow I'll post my annual photograph. For now, here's a panorama I shot last year around this time; it's a ~230-degree view looking out the sides and back of my house. Click for an enlargement.


Friday, 30 April 2021

It's almost time for one of my annual rituals: May Day.


Thursday, 29 April 2021

It's been quite a while since we've had a good year for dogwood around these parts. Oh, and yesterday was Wacky Weather Wednesday, with a high close to 90.


Wednesday, 28 April 2021

I have a new GP. And I really like him. In particular, he's on my side when it comes to my heart treatment—we share considerable disdain for my cardiologist, who is just aching to break out his scalpel and show me what 21st Century medicine is all about. Now I have a doctor I can trust for sensible advice that aligns with my wishes.


Tuesday, 27 April 2021

And so today begins the doctor parade, starting with my (old) cardiologist and my (new) general practitioner. I suppose everyone should have a hobby...


Monday, 26 April 2021

On behalf of my furry grandchildren, I'd like to express our deep collective gratitude—plus many cuddly purrs—to the anonymous "aunt/uncle/s" who donated to their well-being!


Sunday, 25 April 2021

I'm struggling to acclimate to my "new new normal." For one thing, I won't be able to be as active as I ever was. Not only are my meds stronger, but my heart is weaker: it can't pump as much blood to my brain as it used to, so I feel light-headed almost constantly. This will take the most to get used to, as it's quite disconcerting to feel "buzzed" all of the time. On my new to-do list is finding a new GP. My current one is over 40 minutes away—quite impractical, even if I still had a car. Plus, he's gotten increasingly reluctant to tackle some issues as aggressively as he used to, in particular my Sarcoidosis cough, which flared up while I was in the hospital, resulting in much consternation among the doctors and nurses. It took days to finally convince them that the impact of a narcotic on my heart was probably less traumatic than hacking up a lung on a regular basis.

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