Doctor Unpronounceable wrote down his best guess on what ails me.
A few weeks to get a few things under control, and then a stress test.
Doc suggested re-evaluating the work-for-a-living thing in a month or so. Funny how they never seem to ask if you have a plan to eat and stay under roof til then.
Evidence suggests it's been an issue with years of background, including genetic. I asked him what kicked over the basket, which happened right around Thanksgiving.
He suggested stress is usually the cause, and I explained what my work has been like since we returned post-covid.
Yup. Damn near worked myself to death, in a very real sense.
Still trying to wrap my head around what all this means, and I guess I will be for a while. One thing I can assure you, my friends.... tonight I'm opening that special bottle of Bourbon I've been saving, because life IS the occasion now.
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