I missed two days this month. They were more than a week apart. I
thought it was three there for a bit until I remembered the seventh was
Labor day. I've been sick a bunch. I'm trying to get PTO time used
instead of vacation. I've been sick a bunch this year. I've
deliberately tried to take days when I was actually sick. That didn't
always work out.
This plan of mine to avoid medicine until I really feel I need it may not be working out the way I planned. The idea of maintenance meds for the rest of my life just kills me. That is the symbol of getting old that I so very much want to avoid. My grandmother on my Father's side carried a small Igloo cooler around full of pills. No thanks. Lord keep me healthy.
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