A bit better.

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A nap, some food, medicine, and the warm fuzzy monsters to keep me company. I couldn't sleep very long. I knew going down that I would either sleep short or long. When I am too tired, that is the way of it. Maybe I will be able to sleep again in a few hours. It would be nice so that mowing might be in the cards tomorrow. My day is open, so whenever I can get to it, if I can get to it, will be fine. The mornings are preferred, being much cooler. But afternoons might just have to do.

I have definitely decided I want to wait on the coronary angiography, and I will definitely not allow them to increase my medicine. Actually, if my blood pressure keeps getting lower, I will cut the extra half of the carvedilol. As well, I think it might be part of what has shut me down, when I did agree to take that extra amount. I may have to tinker with it, and perhaps on my own, but only whether to cut that extra pill or whether to take it every other day. I know they will try to double or triple the carvedilol. They have been itching to do so. NO! With these stats, I want to see what time will tell. Risky, but then I've been in much worse shape than I am now. Push, push, push, push, push. NO!

If in six months to a year there is no improvement, then possibly looking at a small increase in medication and or angiography. So, why would I be going in to the heart failure clinic? For increased monitoring of the radical variables, like potassium and a few other problems, and having access to people who deal with this, people who can at least spit out the wrote on the subject and advise regarding activity level and such more precisely than my GP.

My friend seems to be in a bad way too. I know he has helped me out by pushing and pulling to get me to go out when I was sick. His is pain, though, so if I do something, calling to check on him and visiting may be all I can do for now. I have offered to shop for him, if he can't. He has refused so far. They keep telling him to bind his foot tighter and tighter and all the time and his foot hurts more. I'm not sure what is going on, but I have suggested if doing the "right thing" with regards to a doctors advice causes that much pain, perhaps the advice is bad. He is having none of my advice. He did try it a few nights, and it seemed okay or at least that is as I recall it from before this last specialist appointment. It's his foot, if he wants to obey and suffer, that is his choice. I don't think they will give him any more or higher doses of pain pills though. They might even begin trying to ween him back. That is only going to add misery to pain. I'll check on him. He does seem a bit put out with me, or... something. No matter, I do that to people.

It was nice to hear that the doctor had trouble reconciling my physical appearance with my medical record. No, I didn't mean I am handsome so much as I was bragging about looking good for my condition. That just tickles me. I think it simply annoys them, both that I do look good and that it tickles me. Which... you guessed it... tickles me even more. I suppose I am a menace to people's state of mind. Not that I try, but I do enjoy when all is said, done, and divvied up. Like the guy who gets a hole-in-one his first time out, beats the fastest team sprinter on a lark the last day of high school, or something, then enjoys the fame. *tickled bluish-white*

The last dose of medicine and I might be getting ready for bed again. Good night.