Not The Best Week

Some weeks are better than others.  Last week was not one of my best.

The week started on Monday with a dreaded, skin cancer removal from my nose.  A piece of flesh the size of a quarter, maybe a nickel, was cut away.  Since the hole was round, the doctor recommended to let it heal naturally, without stitches.  Naturally, I’ll have an awful looking bandage on my nose for three weeks.

When I got up to go the bathroom one night, I felt a sharp pain in my calf.  I’ve had a deep vein thrombosis (DVT) in my calf before and knew exactly what it was.  My doctor ordered an ultrasound and, sure enough, I had a clot.  In the past, I’ve been hospitalized with clots, but, thank goodness, the current procedure is to put me on a blood thinner (probably for life) and send me home.  I wouldn’t have gone to the hospital, anyway.  Who would have taken care of Aloma?

My leg had very little pain by Saturday, so I decided to fly my radio control airplane.  I hadn’t flown in over a month and was nervous, but gave it a go.  My takeoff was good and I flew around under pretty good control for a few minutes then announced I was coming in for a landing.  I was too far away and behind some trees when I started down and probably stalled it.  I then gave it full throttle and heard a loud crack.  We found it about 50 yards behind the tree line and in many pieces - too many pieces to even think of repairing it.  I felt so bad.  I Ioved that plane.

Last week is over and, so far, this week is starting out better.  Maybe it takes a bad week to realized what a good week looks like.

Seasoned Man

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