Every day save Monday.

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I feared the medicine would put me down. To prevent it, I had thought to be a bit proactive and to attempt to be more active. It worked, mostly. I am exhausted, I have had to fight to simply wake up several days, or at least wake up early enough to get out of the house. There were some goals which were not met, though I was able to reschedule and fill in for missed activities. It just so happens that I needed to do some business, and need to do a bit more still, which helped. All in all, it has been a long hard week, as hard goes for me anyway.

I have not quite finished getting all of the paperwork for the home loan pre-approval. I was able to have some things faxed, sign the paperwork, get several items copied, and in relatively short order. I think all I need now is a copy of my DD214 (military discharge papers). I am almost certain I have my own copyable version, if it is lost in 70 boxes of stuff. Monday will be the day to find out about that and maybe get myself another copy, a personal copy. They have been patient with me, as usual. I am sure they would love to ring my neck, if they never say it. Working with the disabled must be a real challenge, or they really are mellow people who simply like to help and are not in a crazy hurry. It will be done rather soon.

While I was out, I called one of my friends. He wanted to go out as well, so I had a sidekick this week. Some things, naturally, he enjoys anyway. Shooting, driving around a bit, and eating out. The rest may not be fun though even a boring office visit offers something different than the walls of his apartment. Oh, and as a treat, I talked him into lobster yesterday. We split the cost, bought 4 lobster tails, some shrimp, potatoes, and a few other items (I only had him split the cost of the lobster, though he tried to offer half of all). The mid-sized shrimp was tasteless, but that lobster tail was deliciously sweet, even without butter (though I clarified a bit of it). They were not huge, but two tails each did the job well. I might do that again, soon. Though I would like to have a salad, 3 tails, and another baked potato.

I made it up and to the V.A. for a followup appointment this morning, if I barely made it up in time. I had to fight for over an hour to come to consciousness. Dreams, and falling asleep, and struggling with an alarm made for a harsh morning. I arrived just in time. All of my vitals are retched. The good news is that my blood pressure has dropped to 153/98 or something. My medic had suggested if I lowered it to 150/100 she would start the Ritalin. It was not her I saw today though, so I have to wait to know if we will start that again. I did note that I had lost 50 pounds since I moved here, though with a blood sugar running at 300, pulse over 100, among other problems, the woman I spoke with was not interested. Oh well, we will see.

I am struggling to keep to days. Waking up, at any time, has become difficult. I have not had severe flu-like symptoms (or am sleeping through them) and I have been pushing to be more active this time. I think it is working, though I always feel the need to sleep now and again. I cannot be sure if I can push through much longer though. Soda is losing it's efficacy as the pills begin to do their job. I will just keep pushing on. Though I hope the next shipment of medication offers some relief. Bother. No one ever said it would be easy, but it was not supposed to be this difficult either. It just is not supposed to be this difficult.

Life is still good.