I had major surgery Friday of the oral sort.  Recovery has begun.  Dentures top & bottom are coming.

I am only 38.

This is part of the physical toll paid from the stress of working for Uncle Sam.  I don’t work at Treasury any longer.  Technically I am employed nowhere at all and boast no income to speak of.  Medicaid is not fun to deal with.

i have to move forward, persevere, and get my health in order if I want to be able to do more than merely survive day by day.  Mere survival is quite dreary.  Living fully is much better.