If you are going to mess up...

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Fix it. And I did. Right away, more or less. I had to get my head screwed on right. Between missing appointments, not sleeping well, doing too much last night with too little to work with, and trying to keep balance while I stumble around in the dark, life has been rough this morning. It took a long time to get my feet under me again. But when I did, it has been grand so far.

I contacted the V.A. heart clinic. They had been about to call me. They were actually worried. Wow, they really do think I am about to kick the bucket. This isn't a mild condition, at this level, for most people. Sure, I am only operating at 30% on good days, but I shouldn't be operating at all. This level of heart failure floors most people, and kills a good chunk of them to boot. No, don't even worry. Won't happen. I've got decades left. Of course, that means decades more of whining about it, so don't go getting all happy.

I made another appointment, assured them I was fine, apologized profusely (which seemed to amaze the operator), and am back in good standing. I also called and made an appointment to set up the CPAP after the cardiology appointment. I got directions and have a general idea where they are. I even put these into my smart phone already.

What a little bugger-boo can do to help get one off on the right foot. It seems a little hot and muggy, and I am still reeling from the mistake, so I will give myself a few hours before getting to the bike. From 17:00 to 20:00, if it takes it. I would like to go in to town again today, but will hold off until tomorrow. I will do a ton of business when I take the bike in, if it fits in the X. Bah! Everything is conditional, based on things you can't know, regarding things you aren't sure about. While you can know any one or two or three things, the rest of it is a blur. Or, is that just me? Never... mind... *huff*