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I got the shower, shaved, and I am just about to put my clothes together for a search of a, or the, 24 hour laundromat. After showering and shaving, I really did need to rest a bit. The coffee, perhaps, kept me from needing sleep. Yes, even the lightest of duty can cause me to crash. I have also started sweating again. I am just burning up. I can tell it is a fever as even my eyelids are hot to my eyes. Anyway, I looked through the blogs on my list, then went internet snooping for a few items, and I decided to buy myself a birthday present. A day late even ordering, of course, but I understand my loutish behavior. :P
I decided to buy a couple of seltzer water dispensers and enough CO2 cartridges to last a goodly while. Beside the item being on my list for some time, I recently suggested this to Neo-Neocon. Her drink requirements reminded me that I have wanted this little ditty for some time. And, after already being crowded by bottles and cans, I decided that it might be a good idea for me. With the costs as they are, I can make my own sparkling water at about 50 cents a liter or less. Perrier costs right at $1.78 here, per liter. Yeah, if I want lemon or lime, there is that cost. But as much as a single lemon or lime will last, it only adds pennies to the deal. And, often I will simply add it to fruit juice or drink it straight. Plus, I think this sort of thing will happily allow me to cut out any soda whatsoever and maintain my low beer intake (of about 2 to 4 beers a week, max, with no more than 2 at a time, urhm, unless there is a blue moon).
I am about to head out in search of a laundromat now. I need to get my clothes in some sort of order before I go. I think they are mostly stacked in the basket, but I would like to get them in a little better order so they will be simple like loads, ready to go when I get there. I should take a bunch of hangers as well. I did not do that last time. The shirts I folded were fine, though folding takes a lot more time, the ones I did not fold were quite wrinkled even though I put them on hangers as soon as I returned. I suspect that when they came out of the drier, they had a bit of moisture in them, but the heat of the day and it being so arid, wrinkles from lying on the basket set in and deeply. Not that I need to dress to impress at this moment, necessarily. But you never know who one might meet, or when a wrinkle free shirt might be just the ticket for some kind of very positive interaction or other.
More later:
Here is the dope. I did get it all together, sorted hangers even (most of them had still been in the box packed in Coralville). Clothes were sorted by color and then a bit by fabric and weave, give or take. I have so many dirty clothes that I could only take most of them. I took the ones I use the most and need the most. I also added some of those freshly sorted hangers and the bible to read. I grabbed the letters I needed to send as well. I put that and the detergent and bleach in the SUV, and headed out to find the elusive all night laundromat(s). I drove around the area I thought it might be, weaving here and there along a 8 x 2 block area. I thought it was just to the east of Main Street, somewhere in the 2nd north to 6th south area. I thought it was in the 1st or 2nd block east. Nothing, nowhere was a laundromat to be found.
I decided to drive to my bank and check out some money. I decided instead of that, to mail my letters first. It took me a bit to find the post office again, but it was done and my letters and the birthday card are on their way. I was getting confused, in part because I could not remember both things I wanted to buy at Wal-Mart (so I decided not to stop, yet) and because I have been pushing my awake time. I decided to stop at a 7/11 and ask if they knew where this laundromat is or if I could look at their phonebook. Sure enough, we found the address. Ah, 50 east 500 north. A few blocks off is all.
So, back in the Xterra, and though I am getting hungry, I first wanted to see if the place is 24 hour or not. I drive by and see that it is closed. On closer inspection, I see they open at 6:00. I drive to McDonald since it is the only place open, and buy some breakfast. I then decide to drive home and eat at home, leaving my laundry in the SUV for a 5:50 outing, since it is only 4:30, so a parking lot wait at the laundromat would have been a bit long and dull.
How, you may ask, have I stayed up so long? I used three tricks. First, coffee! Woot, Hi Ya, and things like that. It is super premium high octane, bumblebee in your pants, sort of stuff. And, for now, it works. Then I added another dose of Tylenol. I will need another as the pain is starting to ratchet up a few notches. And third, I did not take the Lisinopril yet. When I finish with the laundry, and I am ready for whatever may come, I will take it. The affects have been most dramatic almost immediately following taking the junk. In 24 hours most of the effect has weakened. I would guess though, that it would take a week or more to fully recover from the poison and all of the effects from it.
Now, when I do finish laundry, and I take the pill, I am going to try and pull a all-dayer. I will brew some coffee first, then take another dose of Tylenol about 4 hours from now, and then take the kill pill. I am not sure, at all, if that will be enough to boost me through the day. I will just have to do my best. I think my neighbor wanted to do something today. I know he did yesterday, or I heard the doorbell in my fever dreams. Either way, I could no more rise to answer the real or imagined doorbell than I could lift a mountain. I will check with him if I can stay awake. I still have that feverishness, I think that will be with me for a long time, so long as I take the medicine anyway. Perhaps I am allergic to all of these medicines?
Since I am sure I will make it to the laundry this morning, I will go ahead and post this. And, boy did I need a shower. I really need a bath, then a shower next time. Both fever and dream fear sweat have gotten into every pore. It will take a bit to get rid of that, and I could really use a couple of showers a day now, though I know I probably cannot accomplish those. Gladiators used to scrape this stuff off and sell it to ladies, back in the day. The sweat that is like this has a high testosterone count, which makes women feel sexy or something. Too bad I do not have a scraper and a clientele list, I could reek, I mean reap, a fortune. Ha!
What is the Lisinopril dosage they gave you? I'm guessing, given your BP numbers, it is pretty high. 40 mg?
ReplyDeleteDepending on the brand you got, cutting triangular pills is dang near impossible, but perhaps you could request a lower dose to start with--tell them you'll try the lower dose for a month and then reevaluate? Maybe start with 10 mg and see how it works and how your BP reacts? Because if you cannot take it because of side effects it will do no good at all. They should try to work with you.
Yep, 40mg. I know, I have told them. I will try to stick it out for the month, but if things have not drastically improved, we or I will do something definitive. Oh, and I think I could cut these pills in half, they are an irregular rectangle shape. Perhaps, as you say, they do believe me. They simply have no way to alleviate these symptoms that they know of, though the Ritalin did help, and didn't hurt. That, really, is what they choose to ignore or disbelieve.
ReplyDeleteI do think they are playing games with me. That is, after all, half of what socialized medicine is about. Jacking people around until they quit or die, or quitting causes death. The doctors cannot be sued, they simply do not care. Hurt their pride, which I have and honestly, and they will get you.
And, yes, I believe that is occurring, I don't know if they are more than guilty of reading what some sarcastic crap doctor in I.C. passed on, or if they have decided to do the same things themselves for their own reasons. Time will tell.