Paranoia strikes deep but trepidation usually lies just below the surface and constantly nags at a body......I say this because I'm feeling trepidacious these days. It's been my policy for a long time to not worry about things that I can't do anything about and most of the time I'm able to make that work for me; however I just found out the other day that my upcoming procedure (less scary than operation, don'cha think{NOT} but wot the heck) rather than being the in and out, go home and sleep it off thing that's so popular today what with the high medical costs and all, is prob'ly gonna keep me inhouse from one to three days; hence the reason for my trepidation, i.e., must be more serious than they made it sound when they first began talking about it.
Now commonsense tells me that this trepidation is merely unfounded fear brought on by three months of running back and forth to Kaiser for multiple tests and that the biggest thing I have to fear is fear itself. One of these days I'm gonna have to find out where Roosevelt stole that line.
Anyway it's a beautiful Labor Day morning with just a hint of a breeze and a slight cooling. I had apple pie and coffee for breakfast and that of and by itself makes it a kind of special day. At least it does for an aging diabetic. The rest of you can eat whatever you want, anytime you want but us old diabetics must pick and choose our dessert moments.
Happy Labor Day.
David
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Was that one of Mom's award winning pies you were eating for b'fast? But more important... did you save me some?
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