I was feeling lousy.
Today, those dangerous pressure swings have passed, and I'm feeling fine. I'm thinking about possible future travels but not to a crematorium.
I wanted to tell my turnaround story. I thought I'd call 2015 my "renaissance" or "resurrection" year. Maybe I'd begin the post with the "Triumphal March" from Aida, having heard that anthem on Saturday's public radio broadcast from NYC's Metropolitan Opera.
As I gathered recent emails and records for the recap, I clearly saw how hyper I'd become about my health... and how my inner Drama Queen had taken center stage.
This morning, as I cleaned out computer files -- part of my new year's wish to simplify and declutter -- I came across a video with longevity tips from a 102-year-old doctor.
It's fun to watch, the tips are good, but I most appreciated his calm, casual, easy-does-it approach. No Drama Queen theatrics. No "Dr. Oz" miracle cures.
I want to keep Dr. Engleman's example top of mind as I navigate the inevitable ups and downs of the coming year... and years.