About Me

Blogger, writer, commentator, editor, proofreader and finally semi-retired.

Well over aged 60 (well, OK, a lot more than that…) father of one outstanding young woman, unworthy husband of the most patient and talented woman in the world, retired small business owner, lover of all the wrong foods, political junkie and resident of NH. A conservative with a libertarian streak; thoughtful, impish, dedicated curmudgeon and an aspiring proofreader and editor.

Well over aged 60 (well, OK, a lot more than that…) finally semi-retired blogger, writer, commentator, procrastinator, father of one outstanding young woman, unworthy husband of the most patient and talented woman in the world, former small business owner, lover of all the wrong foods, political junkie and resident of NH. A conservative with a libertarian streak; thoughtful, impish, dedicated curmudgeon and an aspiring proofreader and editor.

I retired at the end of September 2020 and embarked on a longer journey through the medical field than I had planned. My medical journey, complete with some ‘yucky’ details is chronicled under ‘My Medical Journey’ for those who would like to read about it. I scheduled a total hip replacement for the day after I stopped working. That went well, but it necessitated my being equipped with a Foley Catheter during the surgery. The hip replacement was done as an outpatient procedure and three days after the surgery I had to go to the Emergency Room. It seems that the catheterization angered an already annoyed prostate and I couldn’t empty my bladder. Yep, catheterized again and an appointment with my urologist lead to prostate surgery 2 months later. While in the hospital for prostate surgery I was infected with the Covid-19 virus, which delayed the planned treatment of the prostate and interrupted the physical therapy for the hip replacement. Since I was infected by a hospital and had a couple of co-morbidity issues, they offered me an infusion of Bamlanivimab, a monoclonal antibody to reduce my chances of ending up in the hospital on a ventilator. After more delays due to a couple of urinary tract infections, I scheduled a right knee replacement, followed by yet more physical therapy. All the surgeries went well, the virus was mild, but left me with a long-term balance issue and we cleared the UTIs with antibiotics. I was treated with almost 70 physical therapy appointments, and fortunately, I enjoyed and looked forward to those appointments. As a result of all this I didn’t actually feel retired until about 9 months after I stopped working, which was June-ish of 2021.  This blog is centered around that retirement.