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willing (in a heartbeat) to live with it for the pain relief. Now I’ve gone 4-5 hours at a stretch without a nap and with much less fuzziness. This was a sudden change, manifesting itself in the dark of the morning after we came home, and it has endured. I’m interpreting this to say that I’d been enduring fairly severe gall bladder symptoms for a long time, without any clear idea of their source. Dr Michael Gaffney, consulted for an echocardiogram in the hospital, asked whether I was aware that I have pulmonary hypertension, and what I was doing for it. Answer, it was diagnosed back in thrombosis time, but I think we dismissed it as a concomitant of the lung clot and assumed it had done its thing and gone away. I’d thought, indeed, that it had been one of several tentative diagnoses that had vanished when the clot showed up in the lung. Need we revisit the issue? Again thanks and best wishes, Richard B. "Andy" Anderson, Ed.D., President (Retired) CoMMensa, Inc. 390 East 1500 South Kaysville, UT 84037-4055 (801) 447-4774 http://commensa.net CoMMensa@Alum.MIT.edu On Feb 27, 2017, at 7:32 AM, Richard_B. Anderson wrote: Sweetness— While the details are fresh, and as they become clear enough to talk/write about, I wanted to capture some minor revelations. Do you mind helping me out as a sounding-board, as part of the privileges and duties of our cherished partnership? Like a link between my pre-operative pains and performance, particularly procrastination (enough p’s for you?). For such a long time that I have no idea how long, I’ve manifested a pervasive pattern of pausing (more p’s) on the brink of some contemplated action, assessing the cost in discomfort, and adding it to one pile or another of items not yet done and perhaps never to do. Items as trivial as dusting my desk, or sorting sent e-mails or image files, or even just emptying my trash and junk folders. Or as important as expressing thanks to somebody who deserves it, or responding to a fellow researcher’s message, or taking the effort (and toughing out the associated pain) to kneel for prayer, or to brush my teeth at bedtime, or to dress up for yesterday’s gathering. Since returning from the hospital (was that Friday or Saturday? It’s fuzzy), I’ve written, for example, more messages and more words than over several months, and with much more pleasure in the activity. I feel as if I |
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