At 59 and more dead than alive I have put on the clothing of the, "Get the fick off my lawn" neighbor down the street. At 81 my dad was in better health than I was at 58. That's where the IDGAFF comes from. I've got nothing to lose.

People either love me or hate me and I'm okay with that. Just get the fuck out of the wya either way. Over the last few years I've noticed that I've gone from being a fairly even person to angry all. the. fucking. time. Who wouldn't be? Look at the world around us. It's gone to the shitter.

So now I have my own apartment. No more roommates, no more patients, no more elderly parents. I do me. I get up when I get up and do what I want. And if I don't want to do anything then that's the day's agenda. If the mood hits I drive out to one of many local islands and spend the day walking and taking pictures.

I couldn't do any of that if I still had to grind 12-13 shifts in scrubs. My point is, sometimes the Universe will do what it has to do to get our attention even if it means pulling the rug out from under us. What most people would see as a curse (and I still do on most days but I'm working on it) has turned out to be a blessing as it has gotten me to slow down and actually live my life instead of my life running me.

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