Everything is covered with a thin layer of pollen. We are in the midst of allergy season. My reaction to this is, I believe, intense tiredness; so much that I can’t keep my eyes open much beyond 8:30 PM. An allergic reaction to spring is a new experience for me. Now I can be more sympathetic to Axel who has been suffering for years.
I interrupted my workday yesterday with a visit to the ankle doctor. He had requested a CAT scan before I saw him. The scan did not provide any more meaningful information, nor did the doctor or his assistant. I think that the only thing my visit did was to help reduce payments for the hospital’s expensive machinery or, if it was already paid for, increase its profits.
That visit was definitely not a good use of our expensive health care system and insurance monies. When the doctor suggested that I go for other tests, or even come back in a year, I declined. The ankle is what it is and no miracle will fix it – the doctor said so himself. So why bother. But I am relieved that surgery was not suggested as an option.
There is no movement on the travel front except that everyone on this side of the Atlantic is now committed to the dates for our trip to Ethiopia. Since the phones were down or not working on the other side, in Addis, we don’t have any indication that ducks are lined up over there. No more news on Afghanistan either, except that, thanks to the US postal service tracking system, I know that the Afghan embassy in DC received Axel’s visa application. Limbo thus continues.
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