I have an appointment with Doc tomorrow. It's been 6 weeks. It wasn't supposed to be. Originally it was scheduled for the 2nd, but Doc called the morning of saying he wasn't "feeling well." Since he's no Spring Chicken (mid 60's), I always get a nervous twinge when he uses those words. He's admitted he's had a close call or two and he works too hard.
Now in the past I've gone longer than this between sessions, but this was unintentional and so I'm feeling a bit stretched. You could probably tell from my previous posts, things have been a little more busy than I'm used to dealing with.
Also, my dad had surgery for kidney stones on Fri the 19th. The actual surgery went fine and he came home Sat night with a drainage tube to help excess fluid out of the kidney to allow it to heal up. He then went back to the have the tube removed on Wed, but it wouldn't stop leaking at first. After he soaked two small towels he called his doctor who said, "It's rare but sometimes that happens." Dad's fine now, on the road to recovery, but it was extremely stressful in the midst of the situation. Even more so with no one to talk to.