I was relieved to awaken and feel better this morning than when I finally drifted off to sleep after expelling blood clots from my throat for several late evening hours. I should have gone to the doctor's for a follow-up on yesterday's A&E visit, but wrote a letter accounting for events instead, and not take up any more valuable surgery time. I have three specialist appointments booked for to follow up on three different medical issues, none life threatening. I neither expect nor feel I need any further attention meanwhile. So, most of today has been rest and recuperation, time to catch up on myself and reflect, now that ageing seems to be catching up on me with a vengeance. Each day over three score years and ten, I receive with gratitude. What more can I say?
As a precaution, I have cancelled my engagements to say the midweek Mass at St Catherine's and also St German's next Sunday. In order to be confident in public ministry I need to eliminate as much uncertainty as possible, so as not to let people down, I was keen to return to Montreux and glad that I went, but I admit I had misgivings in the months before I went aroused by ebb and flow of discomfort in my rear end.
It was no different from previous spells abroad when I'd lived with the same problem, but unconsciously a sense of vulnerability crept in, so homecoming was a relief and the weeks seemed to drag on more than they used to. Yes, with hindsight I shouldn't have gone, but having made the commitment, I was aware of the problems that pulling out with only a few months notice would have caused to the valiant few keeping the show there on the road. But, I did what I promised I'd do and paid the price in anxiety and cash. At least my medical insurance claim has been accepted for processing, and so far without query.
As a precaution, I have cancelled my engagements to say the midweek Mass at St Catherine's and also St German's next Sunday. In order to be confident in public ministry I need to eliminate as much uncertainty as possible, so as not to let people down, I was keen to return to Montreux and glad that I went, but I admit I had misgivings in the months before I went aroused by ebb and flow of discomfort in my rear end.
It was no different from previous spells abroad when I'd lived with the same problem, but unconsciously a sense of vulnerability crept in, so homecoming was a relief and the weeks seemed to drag on more than they used to. Yes, with hindsight I shouldn't have gone, but having made the commitment, I was aware of the problems that pulling out with only a few months notice would have caused to the valiant few keeping the show there on the road. But, I did what I promised I'd do and paid the price in anxiety and cash. At least my medical insurance claim has been accepted for processing, and so far without query.
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