I helped to bury my surviving bro yesterday. It was a rare, rainy day in AZ. We had travelled south to be with him the prior week when it was clear that his time was drawing to a close. He and I had a good 5 days in which we talked--mostly me, since he was very weak--about the old days, growing up together in Vancouver and early times in AZ. But he understood: his comments were on target. To fulfill UT obligations we had to leave and were texted about his demise whilst on the highway. We returned after a hiatus of a few days. Did the funeral along with a short eulogy and the interrment, which was in his wife' s family's plot in the cemetery at Pine, AZ. The latter reminded me of Boot Hill in Tucson without the tourist trappings. It was unpaved, ungrassed, and untouched except for some ragged rows of modest headstones and stone outlines of the gravesites--appropriate to the Mormon pioneers that were the family into which he married. It all seemed very natural. We all repaired to a local tavern in the downpour afterward. He leaves us with a passel of nieces and nephews and their kids all of whom seem to be the real deal.
So far the metoprolol doesn't seem to be doing much of anything. I've had a couple palpitation episodes, maybe a bit more disguised in onset. I'm no longer really feeling woozy upon taking the med in the a.m. which would suggest I am tolerating it okay, The episodes have been typical: following a fairly strenuous day; during a workout, etc. And they resolve in minutes. At this point--early days--I don't see any change is frequency of episodes.
Rhythm doc is back on the schedule for July 3. We'll see what he makes of it all.
Oh yeah, the taxes part of the post's title: Got it wrong again on an estimated state tax payment--thought it was going to happen and it didn't. Penalty and interest. Oh well.
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