Up and early.

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I woke a good half an hour before my alarm went off. I have gone through my waking routine before I actually thought I would be awake. I might be able to talk to some people about the yard and housework. I still need a shower, grooming, and such so... maybe not. I do move slowly, even without current health issues. The headache is back so... best take Tylenol for what it is worth. Anacin might raise my stats. Cardiology will probably be picky.

I dreamed last night. I dreamed of going through these horrible "medical procedures". They had adult children and other medical staff forcing people through this process. I put up with it for three days, then quit cold turkey. They tried to talk me into it, to get my family to talk me into it, and I would have none of it. I saw what it was doing to people. I couldn't believe what I had even momentarily been talked into voluntarily letting them do to me, or others. And I sounded off about it. If nothing else, I got many others to quit. I shamed those adult children who were all but forcing their parents in there. All that for, maybe, a few months extra life. Really? Beyond I doubted the numbers. I doubt most of the numbers, and understanding, of those who push medical interventions which rip people apart. It is merely more profitable than other options, is more interesting to the sadists elite in the medical field who make this crap up, and people are really considered expendable while their suffering is considered a non-issue. We were just expendable volunteers of ill spent grant money. I think some doctors are going straight to hell. We did beat Hitler right? So, why is Mengele still working? I know he isn't working FOR us. If nothing else I am in the proper frame of mind when going in to see more doctors. I can almost still smell and see... never mind.

My side ache stopped, for a good six hours, yesterday. I am not sure what fixed it. I had a pleasant evening and sleep without it. Just a break, now and then, and I have a chance. Constant pain and discomfort make healing and recovery difficult. I need moments where I can simply relax. It is back, this morning, if mildly. Having been relieved for a bit, that area is ready to shoulder that pain again. A week without pain would be nice, back to the normal before pulmonary edema would be grand. I still couldn't do much but at least life was relatively pain free, with a bit of painkiller once in a while.

Oh, I did try the havarti last night. I was right, eating the stronger edam cheese first threw off my senses. Havarti was rather good. It is much milder, in all ways, than edam. So there are two new cheeses I like, two I don't, and a bunch of others out there to try. And, perhaps, finding other ways to employ the cheeses I don't like might open those. I really wonder, for example, about munster cheese if it is used in a melt.

Have a great day!