An easy, workable, trip.

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I must be honest with you. I did not think I would make it to the doctors today. It had nothing to do with want. With medicine that seemingly is on the right track, I am more like a man dieing of thirst heading to water. The operative word is dieing. I've been tripping over myself for a week or two, more?, now. Even before I lowered the main medicine by need. In any case, it is back on track or will be tomorrow. They have added one more medicine, a light diuretic called spironolactone, to the mix. I'll tell you, the heart transplant specialists are high energy people. They get a little animated when you go off the reservation. It's almost worth tweaking meds just to get the 'treatment'. I love psychic massages. And angry women types. Some like Farris Wheels, sky diving, diving with sharks, whatever. I like short, high pitched, animated female type people, sue me. I got all the meds, reloaded a few things, and got out. I do rush, but those places are full of dieing people. And though it is said I am in a dieing condition it damn well doesn't look like it.

After that I went to the CPAP place. Set up was a breeze. It seems their is a humidifier on the machine. I hadn't actually even opened it up yet so I had no clue what was in there. I can see the reason for humidifier plainly. I can get a touch dry, mostly through the nasals though sometimes in the throat, at night. Actually though, it has been... quite some time since I woke up dry. I think it had to do with staying up too long and sleeping too long, and those things happening far too often. I met one of the techs who might visit my home. She seemed normal enough. I did not get to meet the other tech. I am told he is short, with gray hair, and has tattoos on his legs. That is all the description I have of him and it is not enough. I doubt if they legally could tell me if he is black. If it got back to him, he could probably sue. I will find out. There was something on her face when I asked what the guy looked like. What I read from that was that the most obvious characteristic she could not, would not say. She was totally unprepared for the question. I usually get the best answers, one way or another, that way. Anyway, that is set up.

Oh, the Lord knows, I loves me some flirting. No, this isn't moves and grooves. I have no real motives. Some women just... connect. It isn't innocent, not like a child. But it isn't guilty, either. It is a sweet few moments between two consenting adults who have a physical and chemical attraction. I guess, for me, that is as close to free love as I get these days. And it is the sweeter for it. Even it is rare. And not all flirts are equal. Today I had one of the finest flirts in a very long time. I would actually put that in my top 10, ever. And I flirt like girls blink. Most flirtation is like teaching a child to play tennis... hit or miss but the effort is good. Today? Wimbledon! I'm a happy man. Love? Certainly not money. Then again not zero either.

When I finished with the CPAP I was in a hurry home. I was absolutely done. All I could do was stay on the road and keep directions logged into the queue. Bushed, tired, fried, frazzled, exhausted. I had promised I would check the mail but I could not force myself to do that. I did get everything in from the vehicle, I then figured out how to undress. I did find the bed, I think. And it was lights out. I did not use the CPAP, I simply couldn't have figured it out even if I had wanted to stay up the extra few minutes to do so. *BAM* I have no real idea of what time it was, though I think I saw 14:00 and change. I woke at 21:00 and change, had a bit of food, blogged, fed the cats, and am about to set up my medsets. I may just tinker a bit and try to sleep again, this time with the CPAP.

Oh, I did mention that I was having problems with my foot. That getting out walking was... a problem. But only because they asked and I updated them on my bike, too. I didn't think they could do a consult. Lo and behold, they can, and did! Oh, I still walk like hell and fire are coming down on me or the Spirit is with me. I can move like the wind and blow smaller people off their feet going by. But I can probably walk on fire too. I just wouldn't do it long or often. That bottom of the foot callus is hellaciously painful to walk on. Something like a sharp pebble taped to the palm of my foot. It tears, it cuts, it burns. It really has been slowing me down, come to think of it. I don't think about it until I motate, then I remember why the HELL I HAVEN'T BEEN MOTATING! *youch*

Yes, the bicycle goes in tomorrow. I don't know how I will do it. I am setting both alarms, plus my phone. I will try to get back to bed before long, and I will push and shove to get up, out, and going. This, as I see it, is as vital as medicine. Perhaps it is even more important. As I fell down on meds, I fell down on this, and everything else, for a bit. But that doesn't mean I even took a break or retreated and I definitely didn't quit. I simply, as I said, fell down. I have been trying to get up the whole time this time. I can't fall down anymore. Not and just sit there.

Have you all died? Few posts, little interaction? Ah, right, summer is in full swing. Fine. Do have some fun, get some work done, keep at it. I'll manage until you need a break. A little jealous, and worried. Then again, Puff the Magic Dragon always wonders if Jackie Paper will ever come back. Am I real if he doesn't? Yes, it just wouldn't seem like it.