They both have nifty plastic lenses to replace the funky, worn out natural lenses that were beset with cataracts. I’m pleased with the progress, only slightly irritated getting used to reading glasses that I seem to be pulling on and off whenever I attempt to read. Multitasking, specifically reading and watching television at the same time USA paintbrush neck.

So I’m muddling along, looking forward to working out the accommodation necessary for my new circumstances.

In about three and a half hours, I go to the internist for my semiannual physical. All of a sudden, I seem to have issues I never thought I’d have. Is that spot on my forearm skin cancer? Likewise that scabby thing on the top of my head has me wondering.

I’m not particularly happy with my diabetes’ management, which consists of taking more Metformin after every office visit. I’ve already gone back to Weight Watchers (WW), tracking what I eat. Maybe weight loss and exercise can turn that around.

I’ve got the idea that, at age 72, I’m too old to start anything new. So giving that mindset up takes work. I can’t sit in my house of clutter and junk and expect any positive changes that I want in my life.

“Daunting” is the word I use to break away from this suffocating status quo..

That sounds scary before you even know what it is. It’s more common name is “Wet Brain” Syndrome, dementia brought on by excessive consumption of alcohol.

As a recovering alcoholic, I come across sick people every day. Now I know of someone with “wet brain”. He’s hospitalized right now. I knew him when he had a long period of sobriety, even taught in a “12 Steps In 4 Weeks” Recovery Class. That seems ages ago. The last time I saw him he was a driving a van at a recovery house, that brought the newly sober to meetings. That was after he started drinking again and could barely string together a few weeks.

And now, he’s in a nursing home, and they’re housing him and tracking the downward spiral.

I learned this from his ex-wife, who is also an addict/alcoholic. Right now, she has 19 months , is working to become a peer counselor. She lost her nursing license because she used. She even convinced a gynecologist to perform a hysterectomy on her, so she could get the pain medicine.

This is a world a lot of you don’t know about. Sometimes I wish I didn’t.