Old Age Is Such a Bitch

 

by Pa Rock

Traveling Fool

(Written in a motel room on Tuesday evening.)

I am in Mountain Home Arkansas, tonight, resting up for an early morning heart procedure where a very competent cardiologist whom I really like and respect will give my heart an electric shock to try a course-correct an irregular, rapid heart beat, a condition commonly referred to as AFib.  I went through the same process about a year ago and it worked temporarily.  The doctor wants to try it one more time, and if that fails, he has a new physician arriving at his clinic over the summer who specializes in electro heart stuff.

I decided to travel to Mountain Home the night before the procedure because it is an hour drive and the show will start early.  Then, because I have no driver accompanying me, and the hospital doesn't want me driving after the procedure - undoubtedly a liability issue -  I will Uber back to the motel for a second night.   This is my early spring mini-break!

I worry about Rosie during my absences.  The sweet old girl barely has any vision lwft and is about as disoriented most of the time as I am.  She will miss me terribly - as I miss her.  Pets are such a concern - and such a comfort.

And old age is such a bitch.