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No More Agony Aunt Sunday, Jun. 17, 2012 - 9:18 a.m. Hi foks. I know it' s been awhile. --- Despite the fact that I was diagnosed with heart disease in January, there are still people in my life who treat me like their own personal agony aunt; as if they have the right to tell me their troubles and have me listen without trying to fix them. This is so wrong I don't know where to start. Some of them also treated me like a pack mule when they found out I was going to Australia again. Go get me this. Bring me that. Did anybody offer to pay for what they were demanding I do? Why, no, no they didn't. Nobody offered me a cent. And nobody even said 'please', or said they were sorry for treating me like that. --- So I'm going through a period of self-analysis and reconsideration of certain relationships. I have the right to live on this planet without being used by others. And I have the right to set my own parameters. So if anybody sees fit to judge me for doing so? They'll get it back in spades. --- Health news: I received a thyroid ablation via a radioiodine pill on May 18th, and as of this writing about a month later, my atrial fibrillation has ceased pretty much completely. I'm still on meds, and of course, I'm still low-sodium. Which, by the way, in contemporary American society is hideously difficult. Go me. --- I should be able to get the rest of my dental work done sometime in the next three months or so, which will be wonderful. --- All right, that's it. Have a good day. ---
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