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Finally getting to some things today, I checked my phone messages. The man who reviewed the echo-cardiogram suggested that I am having unspecified heart failure. It was suggested that I call and speak to a specific woman and consider making an appointment. The suggestion is that my current medicine is not adequate for my condition. I just called and left a message. Before I decide whether to make an appointment, I will ask what type of medication is recommended. If this goes back to the same old same old, I will suggest they merely transfer the information to my primary and that I work with her at finding suitable medication to ease the pain(s) as they come. They probably either do not know of my inability to take medication (yet), know but think more talking will somehow make it possible for me to take it, or whatever. I have sort of given up on them.
I just received a call indicating I have a series of appointments tomorrow. A stress test, something something, and then something else. A good thing they called, I... either lost track or these were set up without my involvement. I will do my best to get there and do that. I suppose the more information they have, the more accurate their prognosis. Or is it merely a waste of time?
I was about to shower and dress, then I decided to check my messages, which lead to a phone call by me, which seems to have triggered a call back. I don't think it is coincidence. They must know by now how notoriously difficult it is to catch me and might use my calling them as a trigger to try and reach me. Utah, if nothing else, is extremely regimented, legalistic, and socialized. It knows much more about almost any particular person than what I would consider... wise. It is one of the things that should be noted, something I did not know, before moving here. While Idaho is probably freer, it is also rather unprepared save for the homesteaders, farmers, and ranchers who live through thick and thin and know to store. Those also live far spread out, and are easy targets in bad times. Trade-offs is how it goes.
A shower, I think, first off. While I dry, a few more calls. Then to the big city for my humble needs. Is it really after 10:00? Good. Hopefully I can figure out how to sleep this afternoon or evening and enough to see me through tomorrow. I will need to leave here by 8:00 or 8:30, if I will most likely not be able to get going until 9:00. I hate to rush but I don't seem to be able to get anywhere early.
Heart failure? Hmmm. We will see what we will see. Still, my left ventricle is NOT larger than my right.
Oh I don't know that about Idaho. There seems to be a very strong contingent of hardcore survivalists scattered about that state. Standard OPSEC should make them hard to identify as such, but don't count them as being less prepared than Utah'ns in generall. After all that is more than likely the home state of James Wesley, Rawles.
ReplyDeleteI don't know, either. When I am cynical, just... roll with it. Still, from what I have seen, there is much less prepping, let alone opsec, even among the 'faithful'. Don't get me wrong, I understand. Simple affordability and maintaining the ability to function in this society and economy while planning for the next make pure survival tactics... difficult. Honestly, a multi-millionaire could easily bankrupt himself on such a gig.
ReplyDeleteNow, whether my understanding is true or most preppers really are properly and securely prepped, who can honestly know? And again, never mind my cynicism.
The perfect optimist (p.o., henceforth) and the perfect pessimist (p.p., henceforth) somehow become perfect friends. The p.o. continually tries to impress his friend and bring him around to optimism. They both love to hunt. It just so happens that the p.o. finds a special hunting dog.
ReplyDeleteThe p.o. calls the p.p. and suggests they go duck hunting in his boat the upcoming weekend. Fine, agrees the p.p., but we will lose many ducks. The water is still high and fast, the grasses are quite thick. Trust me, the p.o. suggests. Fine, fine, says the p.p.
Out they go. Their first shots are rather close to the boat, and rather than send the dog in, being a leisurely day, they simply paddle to the birds without incident. Finally, the p.p. sees and shoots a bird way out and in the marshy area. The p.o. sends in the dog, in spite of the p.p. saying to let it go, the dog might be lost. The dog goes straight to the bird, walking on top of the water! The p.o. says, see? Now, feeling optimistic?
The p.p. looks at his friend, shakes his head, and says... that dog can't swim, can he? (just... saying)