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Tuesday, January 10th, 2012, 6.00 a.m.

Sometimes in life we just have to accept the miseries of it. Yesterday was one of those days. I am going to leave it at that except for one bright spot. My son and I reconnected after five years. After only seeing him twice on Skype, each at Christmas when he went home to Victoria to visit family and friends, he spent a very busy five days and four nights in Toronto recxonnecting with old friends here. He has become a world traveller living out of London. Since he moved there five years ago I heared he was in New Zealand, South America, the USA, Dubai, and now has two potential projects on either sides of the world. Who knows where he will be moving next? It was nice that he took the time to drop in for a few hours to see his old man. Our connecting has been fleeting since his mother moved them west to Winnipeg with her new husband some twenty or twenty-five years ago. He left last night at eleven p.m. on the red-eye flight to London, England just before I headed for bed for the best rest I have had in years and now he has just landed, all being well, at Heathrow Airport. Hopefully he got as good a sleep as I got but I do not suspect so. Then again, with all the changes on airplanes these days, perhaps things have improved a bit.

Okay, let's go back to the miseries.....first I am going to make no apologies for all the errors in yesterday's blog. It was a disaster. I started it very early in the morning when I should have been in bed but wasn't. I was too tired to do a proper job of it and all the errors I made seemed to go uncorrected. So after about four hours sleep, I was at it again. trying to sort out the blog mistakes and re-edit.....that was my mistake. I know my own bad habits. When I re-edit a book I have written I automatically start to add stuff. Big mistake! I then find myself with a long piece of writing without the flow of words that I previously had, so I have to go through it once again to get it right. Well, with all of yesterday's interruptions, my blog page sat open for the entire day and somewhere along the way I kept having to answer the phone, then my son arrived, then the management decided to drill out a pipe in the furnace room next door while he was here because it was broken and believe me, I do not know how the workman actually got at it as it was right behind the water heater and he was stretched out flat on his stomach on the cold, damp cement floor.

So, it became time for my son to go because of the irritating noise that made our conversation difficult and as he heads out the door which I am standing at, there is a collision with the guys who make deliveries to me every two weeks. I introduce them and then one says his sister is in London doing the university thing, one thing and another leads to a short conversation between my son and this guy, the drilling is going one, I am trying to listen in but with my lousy hearing I am not catching anything and then finally, everyone depart and he has left for his next visit. Whew! It was crazy!  After all that I had to find where the drilling was happening as I was afraid the vibrations would knock the cabinets which I do not trust, off my wall if it went on for a long time. So far so good. Now I was stuck with a box of stuff I had to then put away. Needless to say, the blog was still sitting there at the time. Finally settling in I got back to it when the doctor's office called. My blood tests were back and the doctor had prescribed a new medicine to add to the bunch I was already taking. I asked, "what for?" She wasn't sure. Turns out this recovery from four years of largely lying on my back, undiagnosed medical issues, four operations and a seperate hospital stay two years ago, all took their toll on me. The body was shutting down as I was trying to find answers. Well, stress repression to me is a combination of three things and has been since my childhood. Sleep, eat too much and lots of sugar. I know I shouldn't but I can't seem to deal with it. I have tried, on and off, for probably 50 of the 67 years I have been alive. End result, full-blown diabetes. So, while I sit here munching on a cookie, I am trying to fathom where I am going to next. Oh, back to my stories....that cookie was in my mouth before I realized it. That is how I gained the last 75 pounds....oops, just caught myself reaching for another. Stopped just in time. End result of yesterday discussion with the doctor's receptionist is that I then got a call from the drugstore assistant, saying she just got another prescription that they would deliver tonight. Also that when the druggist had time, she would call me. So, there I was, waiting for the druggist. That happened, then I fell asleep in the chair and then the door buzzer rang it was the drug delivery service. Another $15 in fees and a tip. These despensing fees are killing me. Thank heavens for the medicare system in Canada. Drugs only cost me $100 per year beginning in August since I am now a senior. Well, that hundred dollars was quickly used up but now all the despensing fees are starting to get to that level too. At least it feels that way.

Oh! I forgot. somewhere along the way. that great blog was wiped out when something suddenly shut down the computer for just a second, like a hiccup. Guess who lost all the attempts of corrections which I was just about to post....life isn't fair sometimes, is it.....so, if you think yesterday's blog needs further corrections, so do I but I worked on it so much and lost so much time and effort that I am just going to leave it as it is to show you what my writing demands of me with my LD problems. That, combined with my senior years, is not helping me. So, no apoloies for yesterday. It is what it is. I just have to totally revamp my life to get a few more years out of it. Heck, something else to worry about. So, to hell with history. The baggage is all packed and I am moving on. Today is the first day of the rest of my life so I am going to do what I have to do and get myself back to the living again....finally. The recovery is otherwise going well and the weight will start coming down soon.......maybe? I am already starting to give away all the white carbs I can no longer eat and I have baked the last of my pies or cakes forever....I think?

Now, I have a new set of goals. Get the weight down, get more exercise and get the house in order and get on with the editing. Then, life will be better and maybe I will be able to control my weight by diet alone. That should be interesting. I have never been able to do that before and nothing ever scared me enough to do it. Even my current situations don't seem to be doing it. Life's a bitch, ain't it!

Have a great day, it's the first day of the rest of our lives. I will. Maybe not, I think I have to go back to bed and catch a few more winks because I am starting to yawn.....zzzzzz....................ZZZZZZ...        ....ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ.