Busy, busy, confused.

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There for a bit I could not sign in. It seemed as if my blog had been removed. I couldn't link to it or sign in. After I reread the page that showed up when I tried to go to this blog, it seems they indicated something hinky was going on at my blog, and they needed my phone, to text a message with a code to allow me access. None of that makes any sense, because anyone could have seen that page for all I know. I hated doing that because I don't trust Google, at all. I don't want such a "liberal" organization having my phone number. Not only will they pass it out, they can gain information from it. I did get back online, however, by putting it in. Now, to see what kind of trouble THAT will cause.

Today my mother and myself are plotting a day of shopping. Foods, perhaps a door or three, paint and a shorter grab-bar, and... other stuff. I will also be looking for another dresser. I have no real hopes, as we will be looking at some second-hand stores and, yes, I am extremely picky. Most modern furniture, new, from the "furniture stores" will not due. Junk, that is what most of it is. So I highly doubt I will find that. Not that I demand gold standard, I just expect real standards in construction. Still, you don't know unless you look I suppose. I probably need two more dressers. It isn't that I have a lot of clothes, though I do have a decent lot, but more my clothes take up a huge volume. Wide and tall, one might make a sail out of one of my jackets or shirts, on a smaller skiff or such.

I teased my mother about having gained me fifteen pounds with her food. Actually it has only been five. My weight, though, is up to 290. Oddly, my water weight is probably a bit low. I have to think that going from fairly active to even with her here relatively incapable of activity, for the weight gain. I WANT to be active. I just... can't... move... I can't focus, remember, or such. Medicines, I am almost sure. But since they are doing the job, as I said, I took it back up to where they want it. And, I may be taking it higher. I hate this. I hate it worse that the doctors keep saying these meds couldn't do this. I know they do, though. I might have to shave it close to nothingness and just hope it works. I will only give them three months, at that level, though. With a time limit on it, I might be able to limp through. At that point I will expect them to retest my heart and see if letting off the pressure has allowed it to heal. Either way, that will end the experiment and I will go back to a much lighter load of medicine. Oh, but they are right about one thing. Lowering medicine levels, even slowly, is almost as bad as doing anything else. If access to them ever fails completely, I might be in serious trouble if I lost access to refills. I don't like driving this close to even proverbial cliffs. :p

Well, I best get ready. A shower, maybe a shave, and I will do the best I can. I may let my mother drive, to start the thing off. Then take over when we get to town, and trade back for the ride home. I am running on empty but I will do what I can. She's a great gal and a wonderful mom these days. It's been good to know her, tweaky and feminine as she is. I guess that is the way of women. Nothing I didn't know from second or third grade. It just turns out they are more interesting, as a group, then I thought at the time. It's still, somehow, a God trick. Like those optical illusions, men never know, precisely, what we are dealing with regarding any one particular woman. Something a friend reminded me... Men of honor are one in a hundred. Women of honor aren't to be found among ten thousand. Oh, disagree with me, fine. But take care when denying the words of a man gifted by God with wisdom... King Solomon. Of course, that he had thousands of women must mean that... there are some reasons to like women? Heh! Wisdom indeed. Must have gone half insane with it.

Well, on to a bit of grooming and then the road.