Back into the grinder.

.
.
I tried to sleep starting at around 22:00 last night. I simply could not get comfortable. My lungs are filling again. There just doesn't seem to be an end in sight. Like the cold, snow, and now rain with the weather, I seem as stuck in sickness. I am going to be awake to get to my appointment today and may simply ask for another antibiotic treatment. While this one almost seemed like it was going to work, the day after I finished taking the medicine I am back to nearly as bad as I have ever been.

I did a few loads of laundry, the last will be ready for the dryer shortly. I did cook last night as well. A little beef tongue. I probably won't have beef tongue again. It was more expensive than I had thought at a bit over $4 a pound. I bought it, initially, thinking it was an inexpensive meat to try. No, I actually hadn't looked at the price until I checked the package this last time, and then only when I was taking it out to thaw. But more than that, it is not my favorite. I will buy some bread, along with other grocery needs, if I can and can remember on my way back from the appointment. Either tongue or heart made excellent cold cuts. If it is tongue, I may continue to have it rarely. But I think it was beef heart that was so good.

It is going to be a tough day though. No sleep, exhaustion from having to force breathing, and a general ache from lungs that sometimes fill fairly heavily and press on my rib cage to produce a unique pain which vaguely resembles the pain from fights past... the ones that went more than the first round or involved more than one opponent. heh Getting hit in the chest was far superior to being hit in the face, as I remember things. And there were worse places still. Though I have a hard head, I have heard long after fights that people who punched me in the face said it was like punching an engine block. *grins* Ah the days. I hated them, but such are memories. Sweet somehow just for the remembering.

My home is a mess. Between rearranging some things to allow the washing machine delivery, to still fiddling with the reloader, to being sick and in a down swing, I really haven't been able to keep up appearances. As I complete the laundry, put the reloader into action, and maybe improve in breathing before long, I will figure out how to improve my living conditions.

Have a good day.