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I think my health has improved since starting the medicine. Honestly, I think something was rather close to shutting down. I have some relief and that relief has allowed me to begin doing other things. I should have most of the paperwork ready to be sent and then sent tomorrow for a pre-approval for a home loan. It has taken a bit longer than it could have and should have, but not so much longer as to be a problem. As well, I finally called an aunt, my favorite aunt, tonight. I tried to call her a few days ago on her birthday. It seems she was away dealing with her own medical problems. She is dealing with breast cancer, though it seems she is doing rather well. At least in regards to the cancer. However, she has side effects worrying her at this point. She is a beautiful woman, inside and out. And, it seems, a strong woman. She did not quit working except for a short bit around the time of her surgery.

I have avoided much of my family. Most simply do not understand why I do not work. Or worse, they like the doctors, pull diagnosis out of thin air. Doctors want something that fits a profile and responds to this, that, or the other treatment. They despise mystery illnesses, and by proxy, those who have them. Worse yet, if the symptoms are not clearly visible. A mystery heart problem which causes arrhythmia, bleeding with no known cause, and such, let the patient off the hook. But if it is phantom pain, odd conditions regarding sleep or exhaustion, and the patient IS the problem. So with doctors, so with laymen. She, perhaps, is milder this way. I would not say I believe she is on my side, she is however a bit more like an agnostic than a firm believer or denier. She simply does not know, which is fine because that makes at least two of us.

It was very good to talk to her. I can tell she is tired. But then she is not a youngling anymore, she works 8 to 10 hour days, 5 days a week, she is still dealing with cancer and the after affects of surgery and medicines, and they are getting crazy snow and cold to add to everything else in her life. Still, she sounded pretty good for the condition she was in. I could "hear" her smile from time to time, and she was rather involved in the conversation. She wanted to know about Utah, how I was doing, and such. So, I let her know. She seemed pleased. I let her know I loved her and was praying for her and all before I hung up. I might have to add her to my occasional call list.

Something I forgot to tell her and write here, I have lost 50 pounds now, officially. I am a petite 255 pounds, down from 303, and down from my ultimate weight of 350 a decade or so ago. Thing is, I am doing absolutely nothing differently. I eat what I eat, when I want, and as much as I like. My hunger is still outrageous, though for some reason my capacity to bodily manage to consume the same volume simply no longer exists. Age? Climate and altitude? Health issues? Dunno, do not care either. If I could add working out to this, though, I think I would lose a ton fast(er). Think about it, losing 50 pounds in about 6 months without doing a thing. Hmm, calls for a beer or three.

Cheers, and good night, good afternoon, or good morning, however this catches you. Yeah, beer, tomato juice, and salt. Perhaps three, maybe four? Not good for sleep, diabetes, or high blood pressure, but... good for me. *cat's grin*