Well, approaching 80 years of life is scary. I could have only a few years of life left, at best I could have a decade or more and if I’m really lucky, I could reach what my father and maternal grandmother experienced – life after 100 (he 102, she 105). I’m doing mostly the right things, but I could do better. I exercise but I’m not moving around all day like I should.
Sitting in the afternoon watching sports, the news and or Netflix dulls the brain, the reason I am trying to write - hopefully a column a day for my blog. I wrote one piece on “the qualities of a good teacher” that will be published sometime this year in the local medical journal in Hawaii. When that happens, it will have given me a publication record spanning 50 years. I never aspired to publish all that much. While I will never reach 100 pubs, having the 50-year span means something to me.
Well, I’m off to the weight room at the Yacht Club to pump some iron. God has planned for some major rainstorm the next few days. Not looking forward to the downpour, worried about water intrusion under my house, and other heretofore unknown leaks rearing their ugly drops.
But staying fit and mentally alert is what its all about. Very happy to have another PSA level that will keep me out of the MR suite and biopsy room for another six months….whew……. Lots to do around the house to keep me busy. Writing a bit each day - even this paltry stream of consciousness is the least I can do to keep my fingers moving on the keyboard and my mind free associating inconsequential nonsense. And Gerri just returned from boyfriend #3 in Taipei. Happy to have her back home to harass me about cleaning the house. Ok, off to the gym.
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