Wednesday, March 22, 2006
This is the first I've felt like writing this blog since Sunday. I spent all night Sunday night thrashing around in bed with extreme abdominal pain, ostensibly the result of eating a bad tuna sandwich. I went to the doctor Monday and he wasn't sure it was the tuna. He took some blood and the lab is testing for Pancreatitis and Ulcers. I'll know in a few days. This is the second time in three months I've been to the doctor for a serious illness. I thought this blog was going to be an account of the great life I would have after retirement, but now I'm beginning to wonder if it will become a chronicle of the inexorable disintegration of my body as I lurch toward old age. We'll see what the lab tests reveal. Maybe it was the tuna after all.