Still feeling pretty loopy from this low grade bug. Very much in a state of anticipation this week, and not in the fun way. I’m currently scheduled to fly to Omaha Wednesday for one last round of visiting with my many friends and colleagues there. I’m pretty sure this trip will happen, at least at the front end. Waiting to hear back from various clinical trial sources about my next moves there (NIH and elsewhere). Any of those phone calls and emails could trigger an intake visit at their convenience. Plus I have to sign my updated will and estate planning documents this Wednesday, right before I head for the airport.
Various friends want to come visit. I’ve been reluctantly putting everyone off for the sake of sorting out some of this healthcare stuff. It’s leaving me slightly testy, but I don’t see much point in firming plans which are more likely to fall over than not. At the same, in putting people off I’m putting off things I want to do while I’m in relative good health.
So, yeah. Grumble grumble. I’m alive today, I should be grateful. But sometimes I feel like I inhabit the bottom of a deep well of logistics, and it’s all shifting shadows and angles of the light down here.