I've enjoyed robust physical health all my life...I mean, other than the routine stuff. I've broken plenty of bones and worn casts and used crutches and all the things that come with an active lifestyle. I had my appendix out in 1970...piece of cake. Got a crown at the dentist last week...really expensive but no big deal. Had a wellness check by my PCP two months ago..."No complaints, doc. Feel great. No pain. Wasting your time."

But last week...hmmm....i had a rather dramatic presentation of a very worrisome and alarming symptom; it's really impossible to ignore and has a pretty dire prognosis according to Dr. Google. Yowsa. Time for reality. I set up a doctor's appointment for Tuesday. It makes me feel responsible and grown-up, dealing with this head-on, but of course I'm sure it's terminal or at the very least will require radical surgery. I'm not a young-un anymore. <sigh>

Just venting and hoping for the best. Thanks for listening.