Neothis or neothat
Sometimes, a visit to the doctor is simply a confirmation. That you are alive, and relatively well, if nothing else. Today, I went in to the local clinic, set forth my case and received the verdict in short order. Yes, I am alive. Carry on, and if it gets worse, come back for another visit.
Pretty simple. I mean, I might have done just as much, in front of my own mirror (familiar territory), but this is proof. As Sheldon put it so eloquently: “My mother had me tested”.
It did give me a reason to go grocery shopping (twice). Keep feeding me, and the rest should follow. Meanwhile, it got me out of the house. In the mail, my new driving permit, with an admonition to destroy the old one, along with any temporary receipts. I won’t; I am a rebel, no matter what others say about me. Just like when I continued to use a personal water bottle that was clearly labeled as “made with BPAs”. Playing with an open flame in a dynamite factory there, if the various warnings on TV and print media were to be taken seriously.
Little matter. Tomorrow, there will be new dangers to face. Meanwhile, as my ability to sleep through most of the night returns, I can risk staying awake past dusk. Perhaps watching a movie. Stay tuned.
I listened to a radio program that tried to explain the difference between neoliberalism and neoconservatism. I am so confused. Is one worse than the other? Should I devote my remaining days to studying political science?
