Fantastic sleep.

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I think the heat was the problem. While nights are still cool, using fans has brought that cool air in and made sleep de-licious. I think I was able to get to sleep rather early last evening and slept perhaps nine or ten hours. No problems here with that, personally. I had been awake for nearing 24 hours. While sleep cycles are still a bit funky, they are improving. Everything, really, is improving. Improvements are in small increments. Improvements are spread out over time. These are the ones that might lead to something. Feeling good for a day or week isn't the way, though that was a beautiful thing when it happened. This adds to my hope.

I have been eating, hydrating, and (mostly) taking my medicines and vitamins on time and regularly. I have been cleaning, sorting, mowing, and taking care, as I can. But more, I don't get caught up in one area to fall behind in four areas. I think, I say I think, I am finally ahead in most areas and at least keeping up in the other areas, even when I 'fall'. I have my hiking boots, I have replaced my underwear, I am augmenting my socks currently, last year I upgraded my pants and added shirts. Next I will be going through all of my clothing, getting rid of old and worn items. Now that I wash clothes regularly I don't need as large of a wardrobe so I can begin paring without replacing, to a degree.

I now having real hiking boots and all but several topo maps for a day adventure kit, my bicycle should be arriving soon, and I have intent to get out and go. I do need to find those hiking books, and begin finding trail heads. Some of those hikes will be too much, of course. But I can at least trail them up a bit and look around. Some of them will be too hot right now, but again, there is nothing wrong with seeing what I can do. And there is always hiking or biking to the nearby "lake", and then taking a quick swim... if the water level is good and if it isn't way too cold still. That weight vest I purchased back when I was taking Ritalin and starting to work out was a great investment, if it took a bit to begin paying off. All very good.

You know, all of that and having gotten into a home, with two pets, is more than I could honestly have hoped when I moved here. But this is WHY I moved, or a third of it actually. The dreams of being in the mountains, what I just wrote as a hope, and for survivalist, political, and social reasons, I took a huge gamble and moved out and alone in a brand new place where I would be a minority and an ill one. Though, if it does surprise academics (who could never fathom trying it by leaving their ivory tower socialist utopic bubble), being a minority IS an advantage, to be honest. The only time oppression comes is when one chooses to garner minority status into allowance for being less, or in fact have no choice in being less. Which I why I despise most minorities.

Up and early, choking down (not that bad actually... but work with me) the potassium, all 60 mg of the stuff mixed with Gatorade. About to take my pills and get ready for the drive. Waking well, easily, and ready, today will be a better day for a coherent appointment. My weight is back down(ish) to where it should be but my blood pressure is still high(er than where it dropped). Tinkering with medicines is a very touchy thing with me. These hacks are just as bad as any other medical advisers I have had, but they are seeing me more often, and now I (might?) have access to around the clock advice. That is yet to be proven, but... Anyway, it is at least on the road, rough and possibly lonely as that road is or may be, I think I have the tools through them to get the job done rightly. You know, the way they tinker and what that produces, I almost think they want me to feel as sick as I actually am? Never mind, as I said, I will do what I need to do, ignoring them as needed. Bah! Oh, by the way, the people I am working with... their titles... came as a bit of a shock. I am working with the heart transplant coordinators! I hope they realize I will never allow an open heart surgery (or probably even minor surgeries), let alone a heart transplant. Wouldn't conceive of it. Period.

By the way, I did call my mom yesterday. She said they didn't do much, just got together with 30 people and had a part day picnic. I laurfed, yes I did. Just 30 people, suggested I, with a vocal smirk. I told Sam, and even Sam agreed, saying "Ta womanz eatzez with 30 peeps and calls it 'not much', what a gasses!". Oh, and I have asked if September would be good for her to visit. She thinks it would be. Then I made an appointment for an haircut, tomorrow I think. Should be interesting. I am going to discuss the "do". Of course, it might be more a Hollywood fiction cut than anything real or maintainable. Perhaps starting with a frontal high flattop, double up military highwall sides, and leaving the back alone save for some minor rearward facing "v" shaping? I dunno. Hey, it's my hair. I see haircuts as... motivators, indicators of direction, and experimentation.

Have a great day! I'm planning to get out there and do so myself, with or without an actual helping hand. That is why God gave me two, and some feet, and a brain, give or take.