Sleep was good, finally.

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Making it back to bed at around 2:00, I found sleep wonderful. Something that doesn't help with cramping is cold. I had the furnace off and my bedroom windows open a crack. Fresh air was quite nice. It was not exactly cold, the temp read 64 F, which is warmer than I keep the setting when it is on at night. Generally in winter, after 20:00, the furnace is set to 62 F. But, with cramping, that isn't the best. A few closed windows, turning on some heat, and that may have helped.

As for the diuretic, I am not absolutely convinced, at this point or any point really, it is helping with fluid buildup in the lungs. In my various visits with various specialists, all I am coming away with is that no one actually knows what specifically is the singular or primary problem, other than blood pressure. So I am being treated for a diagnosis, for all I know, that has already been crossed off the list.

On the good side, after adding simple pain killers and raising my bed, I have at least been able to sleep quite comfortably for a few days. I am doing more and able to do more. That doesn't change, of course, some underlying limits. Yesterday's travel and stretch of appointments and tests, leaves me exhausted (but normally so) today. I will recover from this probably by tomorrow. The new comforts have allowed me to create input into my ability to change my sleep patterns. I was awake this morning, after a good night's sleep (even with a minor trauma), at 10:00. So, perhaps I can get to some of those things on my list. A few phone calls, perhaps, today. And at least a preview of some paperwork I need to fill out and send in. Humble as that is, I will take it.

My mother called today, worried. I missed the call. I heard the phone while I was waking but I could not move. I tried to call back shortly thereafter. I may have to see if she will travel here. The thing is, I don't know what time frame to offer. Am I going to be dead in a month or a year, or ten? I can't go by doctors, they said I was supposed to be dead long ago. I don't want her showing up and then having to return to her life, then coming back again two months after she returns home to tend my remains and affairs. How do you really know? Well, I will let her know what I know and that it really isn't looking good, but that coming now is a gamble.

Well, on to waking a bit more, maybe making a few phone calls, and doing some other things. Have a great day.