Wise choice

Going to elderly aunt's yesterday was a wise choice.  It kept me from fretting about things I should be doing.  I'm still out of it, but today am going to try a bit of desk work sprinkled with housework.  Probably will go see GP just so she knows where I am at and we can decide how to handle a crisis this weekend if I decline further.  I am not a pretty sight.  Maybe some steroids are in order.  The problem with 12 hour nights sleep is that I woke up often enough to know I was not getting much better.  I have mentioned before that patience is not one of my virtues.  I do not want to put motives on God, but it has crossed my mind that its the lesson he wants learned.