A few things done.

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Nothing fancy. I was too late for one of the calls I had hoped to place, I lost track of a thing or two I am sure. But I did call Dillon. It seems I am missing a piece. They are sending it. I called the insurance company. The woman I am supposed to contact was not available so I left a message. My mother called to do a quick check. Rain where she is, seems to be the way of it as well. I did something else as well. Things are a bit foggy and I run out of breath quickly, a frustrating thing to be sure.

It is taking me longer to get to things, to remember them, to facilitate them. I have to push to get even the little things kicked out. I am going to try and get to a load or two of laundry tonight, and a load of dishes. I will have to go slow. I had thought I would just push through the shortness of breath. That didn't work out very well. Much like thinking if you grab and electrified fence, that you might overcome, become immune, or somehow find a trick, it never quite works. I wish I had a stool high enough to sit while I do dishes. Just standing will get to me.

I almost called the V.A., the clinic. I had thought maybe they had some other inhaler, an idea about the dehydration, and something else. I ended up putting hanging up. I am pretty sure there is little else they can really do. I mean to call about cardiology, at the main hospital. I have serious doubts, to a surety, but since it is there and all roads seem to lead there, I might as well give it a shot. Actually, while I was writing about it, I tried to make an appointment with cardiology. I could only leave a message with them as well, but it is in the works.

This is as successful as I have been in some time. I will take it for what it was worth. I will try to expand on it through a bit more work. But I have to say, this is getting really old really fast. I don't know how really sick people do it? I guess they do it the same way I do, one breathe at a time. Good day.