I hesitate to announce it to the world, but I am pleased to say that the delivery has now been scheduled for this coming Thursday. Of course I could just be tempting fate but it does at least mean we are not having to wait as long as I feared.
It has been a strange few days, I’ve not felt at all well and am struggling with a course of antibiotics that seem to be creating havoc with my system. (Unless some of it is due to side effects of the Shingles vaccination I had ten days ago.) Medical matters have become so complex. It is no longer a case of going along to the doctor and saying, What is wrong with me? then coming away with a prescription. Patients are expected to enter fully into the diagnostic process and take responsibility for aspects of their own health and well-being. Part of me wants to say – Quite right too – but then I hanker after the cozy comfort of the GPs of yesteryear when they knew everything and we knew very little.
I guess that just means I stick to healthy eating, try to lose the weight and exercise regularly. It may sound boring, but it would be nice to enjoy my elderyears in good fettle. Margo MacDonald’s death at age 70 is salutary; her life was the political backdrop to my life and I admired her feisty nature and willingness to get stuck into all sorts of issues.
One of the first things we were asked to do in Practical Theology at Uni was to write our own obituaries. It is quite a hard thing to do, but a worthwhile exercise as it helps to put one’s priorities in order. Of course that was 25 years ago – nowadays it would be rather different. Hmmm . . . . . . . . . perhaps it is not a good idea to go to bed thinking about one’s obit.
What would you like to be remembered for?