I was wondering why my BP was elevated until I got on the scale last Saturday. Ugh! The damn thing lies. Back to the weight control regimen that I was on before I fell and got hurt. I may as well focus on that if I am in the twilight of my career supposedly. I’ll just do more walking around this floor whenever my work is all caught up. It’s a lot better then being bored or drinking way too much coffee or eating cuz I’m bored.
Besides, I need to get trim like Homer.
Well this turned out to be one gut punch of a day. I was passed over for someone (two someones actually) younger than me. You could so color my butt “gone” if I wasn’t tied to here as I currently am. My butt would be on a plane and ditty bopping itself with a couple packed “MO” A-3 bags back overseas and away from this personal hell called the V.A.
Younger than me. Wow! Just friggen Wow!