Jeff's Blind Dog Blog

My good wife whom I love dearly is doing better.  She's still having some trouble moving around, and because life isn't already interesting enough, my stepson is now showing signs of mono.  So he's going to the doctor this morning as soon as we can get an appointment, and if my wife thinks she's up to a few hours by herself, I'll go back to work at noon.  If not, I won't.

I got an email from an old friend this morning.  Her husband will need shoulder surgery soon, and she has foot surgery of her own scheduled for the end of the year.   They're both the same age as me, 44.  

Come to think of it, other friends my age have prostate problems, back problems, IBS, and several other maladies I won't mention here.  It reminds me how blessed I am.  Every once in awhile my back throws me some pain, but it always goes away--that's as bad as it's been for me, and I'm not exactly an athlete.  All I can say is I walk a lot and (with the exception of the last week) I eat right. 

I should be grateful.  Instead I wonder why I'm spared.  Makes you think...