My first couple of annuity payments came in, so I guess I'm retired at last. Diseased, but retired! Retired, but not deceased. Yet.
My primary physician and one of his nurse practitioners had a nurse phone me today and say my blood count was low again. They want to take blood one more time and then probably send me to some hematologist for testing. Seems like too much testing, but I can't argue. Surely they aren't going to decide after all this time that I just need some iron pills! I expect not. Jeez. I do need some steel for my nerves, though! I'm tired of being ill.
Can the U.S. Recover From Donald Trump?
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I used to be one of those people who didn’t take Donald Trump seriously. I
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