Helping Hands
Many hands make light work. This was something my mother believed in and throughout my childhood I watched her in action, helping others. I saw through her example that helping friends and neighbours was a good thing to do. And goodness knows, we all need help at some time in our lives. This morning I saw my doctor for a routine prescription renewal. I'd been having fairly high levels of stress, what with The Book, editor arriving on Wednesday, the house - but more importantly the studio - a mess, then the AVL compu-dobby breaking yesterday. I am not shy about posting on this blog about my anxieties and I have to tell you all - the messages of support, both public and private - have really helped me stumble through the last little while. At any rate, when we discussed the new blood pressure medication he'd added in response to bp numbers that had suddenly gotten way too high (likely an adverse reaction to the Ibrutinib - a well known and documented adverse effect), he ...