I think many of you know that the Veterans Administration has classified me as 100% disabled. I don’t think so, but there are times I’m reminded that they are correct. Yesterday I had my semi-annual physical. It meant donating eight vials of blood, being weighed, and talking to the doctor. It shouldn’t be too stressful. Afterward, I thought I’d lie down and take a little nap when I got home. Six hours later, I woke up.
I will have to agree with the Veterans Administration. I am more disabled than it feels like in a normal day. However, a small change in my schedule drives home the fact that I am badly disabled.
