My stomach, encroachingly substantializing over the last 20 years, has, this last year, ballooned into a prodiousness that April, my weekly massuese, is convinced is octuplets.
The angina flares as I hobble to the ceramic defecatorium less than 15 feet away. Thank the gods for indoor plumbing! Meds are needed every five hours, augmented with ginger capsules to help stave off the nausea.
Life infuses around 5 pm in time for a baaahth; to assemble dinner or a cake. On a good day I "exercise" as April has encouraged by swinging my legs backward; forward motion being constrained by arthritis in both hips.
Almost completely bedridden, I read and play the stock market. If I'd held QBTS last week I'd be $400.00 richer. But I'm studying William J. O'Neil's method & sold when it dropped below 14% (O'Neil says SELL at 7%). I watched with chagrin as it picked itself up, dusted off and at the end of the week clambered back up leaving me $60.00 poorer.
And last week my cardiologist washed her hands of me. When I asked about further pain management she said when things get bad I should goto the E.R. I called a couple of E.R.s and they said they'd need to use an I.V. to administer anything and since my Advance Directives clearly state NO INVASIVE TECHNIQUES, I'm out of luck.
I recently got a deal on a subscription to the Wall Street Journal, Barron's, Market Watch and Investor's Business Daily -- all for seven bucks a month -- and read with interest of Dr. Kahneman going to Switzerland to "check out."
I'm considering it. My sister lives in Bad Kreuznach, Germany and would, I think, help me navigate. After all, it's obviously time to leave the country.
