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Perpetual Ruminations
#1087206 added April 13, 2025 at 9:47pm
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What It Is
| Yesterday was a busy day, and I didn't have much time here. Today, I was planning on catching up, but instead, I had another busy day. Yesterday was a fun day; today, I worked more in the yard and spent time outside while it remained nice. We had near seventy degrees Fahrenheit this weekend, but rain and possibly snow are moving in tonight. I doubt we will see any on the ground, it should melt as fast as it hits, but we will have cooler days for a while. At least, that's what the folks in Grand Forks are predicting. I also started my spring diet, after putting on ten pounds over the winter. It isn't the diet I was planning on, however. Yesterday for dinner, we had beets. I know, a lot of people don't care for them, but I like them. Unfortunately, I'm not sure they like me. Or at least it seems that's the cause of my current problem. While eating some of the beets, I found I couldn't swallow them. They went down, but got stuck in my esophagus. I won't gross you out with the rest of the details. Today, I am still having trouble eating or drinking, as if my esophagus is restricted above the stomach. So, it's nothing but liquids for a while. It could also be a hiatal hernia, or even some other condition, I'll let the medical professionals figure it out; I'm making an appointment tomorrow. Of course, this means there is a high probability that the problem will correct itself in the next few days, depending on how quickly I can get in to see the doctor. That's the way these things tend to go, it seems. |
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About The Author
My writing doesn't follow any set genre, it's interdependent of my mood and all that's taking place in life. I'm still finding myself, what I write constitutes the markers along the path of that journey. With time, many things will manifest in my work and perhaps I will pursue one or two genres. For now, it's not, "What type of writing is my passion?"
"Writing is my passion."
