On Strike from Appointments

On Strike from Appointments
I've decided to go on strike this week. I'm not talking about work. Gratefully, I'm retired. I'm talking about appointments, most of them medical. It's not that my doctors aren't competent or that I don't need their assistance. I do. But I've reached my saturation point. That's right. I've had one too many appointments, and I need a break! Recently, I've been doing physical therapy for a particularly bothersome upper back muscle. That's one weekly appointment. In the midst of this issue, I developed hip pain that awakens me during the night. Because I'm intolerant of most medications and heat and cold have been ineffective, more physical therapy was prescribed. That's a second appointment each week. I've been in the throes of depression for the past several months, requiring consultation with my psychotherapist and attendance at the group therapy sessions she recommends. That's two more appointments each week. Last week, I suddenly developed a painful eyelid infection. That meant that in addition to my four ongoing appointments, there was one with the ophthalmologist — for a total of five. There actually would have been a sixth if my six-month checkup at the dentist hadn't conflicted with the timing of my eye issue. And those were only the medical appointments. Also, there was a critical appointment with my computer consultant, without which I wouldn't be submitting this writing. The weather here has been particularly "icky," which is my "technical" term for too much wind and not enough sun or warmth. Given those conditions, being indoors while waiting for and attending all those appointments wasn't a huge sacrifice for me. But this weekend, the wind finally died down, the temperature warmed up, and the sun came out. When I considered the inviting possibi
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