I’m having a bad day. I had a bad day yesterday, and the day before. I am feeling off my game. And I don’t like it.
I spent yesterday afternoon in a cardiologist’s office. For once, it wasn’t for my father, but for me. Daddy has had a couple of sets of stents placed in the grafted veins of his heart. The first round was in January, and again in April. He is fine now and is feeling much better, but the effects of sitting in the cardiac unit of a hospital have shaken me up.