I’m feeling very vulnerable today. I hate going to the doctor but I am forced to go every month for medication that keeps me sane. My kitty is on my lap purring. She seems to know when I need some comfort. love her to death. I went to a specialist several months ago who said I was nine… Not. I’m in pain again this morning. If the “specialist” had ordered some more testing, he would have seen something that he can not see by a routine examination. I won’t go into details but this involves an operation. I have no had a full physical in five years. I already know that denial in me is a path to an early demise, but it is never easy. The last time I waited and ignored the symptoms, I ended up in the hospital for two weeks.
Call me an incorrigible shooter. I'll try anything once. I prefer nature and the woods but anything is fair game when I have my camera.