This week includes an appointment with my palliative care doctor, my usual weekly therapy appointment, an appointment at the funeral home to negotiate the contract for my final arrangements, two medical appointments for a family member which I shall be attending, another string of phone calls regarding our efforts to engage a clinical trial at NIH, significant travel planning for that trip, an effort to reconstruct my Quicken data due to a file error sometime back, plus all the usual business of life. Plus whatever crises du jour emanate as the week unfolds. Because there is always another fucking crisis.
Really, it doesn’t slow down much. I’m tired already, and this is only Monday morning.