Last week, my doctors at the VA finally figured out why I have been feeling various varieties of “out of sorts” the past nine months: I have an h. pylori infection (for those who don’t know, it’s a bacterial infection of the stomach and gut that is no damn fun at all - the cause of ulcers), and started the antibiotic treatment last Friday. The result is I seem to have two weeks coming of the kind of diarrhea that leads to “accidents” (already) while the antibiotics chase down the little buggers and kill them off. I guess it’s a small price to pay for finally getting back to feeling like me, but the energy I have left needs to have a primary focus on dealing with the copyedits of the book-after-the-one-coming-in-August.
So far the only things that will be certain to create fine messes to point at is the coming Supreme Court decision on presidential immunity and the first debate. I also have a collection of 1944 pieces waiting. So until the pill bottles are empty, there will likely be reduced posting here. Unless, of course, I am not as good at forecasting the future as I think I am.
For heaven's sake, take care of yourself! (If only there were antibiotics to take care of the little buggers trying to destroy the Republic!)
A speedy recovery to you and your gut. We’ll wait, only a little impatiently. Take care, Tom.