After a glorious start.

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Well, the term "glory" has been modified for my use, within my understandings and capacities, mind you. Still, a bit of vest wearing, shopping, and visiting with neighbors rightly counts as glorious, given the caveats. In any case, after the sparkle of glory wore off, I took my meds (perhaps again... med-set... I need a weekly medicine dispenser thing-a-ma-bob, or two, soon). I can't remember too much else. Ah, I brought the fans into play, finally. They almost cooled things off too much. Which means I felt quite good. So good in fact that I did the only thing I could possibly do. I slept! I think, somehow, they put cat genes in me. Maybe I am more than a simple Frankenstein? Bah. I slept for many hours. The last week has been hot, and got that way in a hurry after a cool to downright cold spring. I believe my sleep has been disturbed by it. Along with medicine changes and trying to figure out mortal coil function again, it has been slightly turbulent flying. My sleep hasn't been shallow so much, and it has been restful, the problem is I would not sleep very long due to heating issues. The sleep was long (a typical eight hours), lush, deep, and regenerative.

I still need to get the medicine arranged. The extra lasix seems to have helped. While not choking on water, imagine being up to your neck in water. While fine, you know a misstep or a hole in the ground you are bouncing across will lead to you being underwater. Okay, got that. Now, imagine the pool is inside your throat. I was getting a bit full. I could sense that. I learned to mentally suppress the cough but I could still tell my internal water table was high. The extra lasix drained the pool. This last void I was thinking if I ever have a fire and a half hour notice, one or two extra pills and there would be no need for a fire truck. Pass them out to a couple other people and we could handle a three or four alarm fire.

But too, my ability to function, think clearly, and remember have all also been negatively impacted by recent medicine changes. With the high water mark and the higher blood pressure, I am unsure which, or if both to what degree either has specifically degraded my abilities. I am thinking it is most likely the high blood pressure, but the higher blood pressure is due TO the high fluid levels, so... I definitely am hoping this little self-adjustment will modulate my status for their and to my satisfaction. No one has ever called me back in spite of being told someone was always there to answer the phone, and that going over 5 pounds gained was critical. No problem, I have learned not to actually rely on medical staff literally or figuratively. With these medicines working as they do, or can, I have the tools to diy, with the doctors merely to check blood levels and tell me if something is too out of whack. They have proven wrong, again, on adjustments, and been untruthful about being there for me. No problem, that is why "I" am here. :) Well, on with the experiment.

I am hoping, tomorrow, to get the last bit of lawn mowed. And, if I can, to haul the roofing materials to the coop. The weight of the material is actually more than one would think. It is only a 20' x 40' roof area. All I have is a wheelbarrow, two arms, and two legs. I could ask for help, but I hate asking for help on this part of it. I will be calling one of my neighbors when I begin, after checking for wasps. Even with wasps I might be able to get the materials out and into the coop. I best make sure I can start tearing down and rebuilding safely though. I did a rough check on wasps earlier this spring but it was too wet (snow even I think) to get up on the roof to check under a loose panel near the top. The other trick to getting the materials out there is that I have a gate to get through, and there are ponies and a llama I need to consider. While not as sneaky as cats in getting out, have no doubt that these beasties are ever so clever and they want fresh grasses. At least the llama, and actually the others too as Shetland pony types have a bad reputation, are very amenable, only possibly being tricky (though I haven't seen that, I KNOW animals (and people:)). So, I can't just leave the gate open, I have to keep an eye on the critters, and the wheelbarrow will only help with the more compact steel panel sheaf itself. The under-panels, while lighter, are many, will catch wind, and do have some heft to them. So, this will be a major minor chore. Urhm, I think I can handle the box of screws with only minor effort, on the good side.

And dishes. I may try to push through and finish those, finally, tonight. The other thing I would like to do is figure out how much room I have in the recycling bin. I have a collection of boxes I would like to send on their way. To be honest, I might end up putting some in the trash too. Oh, I know, but I have been unable to get to things for months, a year really. So when I see the chance to take care of one complete eyesore all at once... you know what... recycling is second, third, or actually not even in the fiddler line-up. I am still waking from my nap, or sleep, or... coma. A bit of tinkering, "afternoon" pills, a bite to eat, and then I will get to it.

Oh, not the best seeming 4th of July ever, to some people's reckoning. But, for me, what does freedom mean if I am not standing on my own two feet? What does righteous law and order mean if I am in such pain that I can't reason. What is opportunity if I can't breathe? I used those clumps at the bottom of my legs today and well, I haven't used a Tylenol in a week or two despite shoving work through when I can as the minor aches and pains are just that and quite transitory, and I am breathing well even when moving like a war banshee. So, to me, the holiday was a smashing success. It is one of the best I have had as an adult. Fireworks will be finishing the day, if technically already over, with a clean boxless kitchen. Oh, the great thing about sleep oddities? I sometimes get TWO holidays per your one. Being crippled can have it's advantages. I just wish people remembered that at Christmas. Sheesh.

Later.