THERE ARE THIRTEEN THINGS wrong with me.
I don’t mean the personality flaws others might see. I’m talking about diagnosed chronic medical conditions. I know there are 13 because one of them is insomnia (from which I’ve suffered for years despite sleep clinics and all the rest of it) and instead of counting sheep at 3:30 in the morning I did some different arithmetic.
It didn’t work any better than sheep and by 6 a.m. I was still awake, at which time I had to get out of the sack and begin the day. I’m not at my best in the mornings and lack of sleep is one reason why.
But perhaps I digress. I’m not a hypochondriac because I have enough things already without looking for more. None of the 13 is terminal. Several of them are little more than irritations. A couple have virtually no symptoms at all and I seldom even think about them. There are one or two mysteries among them, confirmed but not explained by modern medicine. Still one or two others stand a good chance of catching up with me if I live long enough.
Mel Rothenburger is a former mayor of Kamloops and a retired newspaper editor. He is a regular contributor to CFJC Today, publishes the ArmchairMayor.ca opinion website, and is a director on the Thompson-Nicola Regional District board. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.