Such a struggle.

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Why should doing a few things be so very dearly difficult? One would think, with as hard as it was, that I have moved 10 ton of grain or something. Is a bad heart really that serious? If so, why can I still do some of the stunts I pull off? Why am I still so strong? Anyway. I am finishing the last of the laundry. There wasn't that much, it is just that there were several different types of loads and the washer is slow (slower than the drier to help you understand). I don't really care about the washer being low energy consumption, but I do like that it is easy on my clothes. It makes it worth the time problem.

Early today I brined the chicken in prep for the grill. I thought I would have been finished grilling it by now, but so be it. I salted the beef ribs a bit ago, and will let them sit for an hour before cooking them. It's a little open secret with beef, if you know where to look or hear. I had thought to not grill at all but didn't want to leave the chicken in the brine overnight, so there it is.

I've done a few other assorted things here and there but it has been so difficult to do anything. My mind can't focus, my body has trouble doing, and yet I feel like busting heads and crunching fools! I need a break from my body. It is almost like I am babysitting my sickly flesh, tied to it like a wife to a seriously ill husband or something. I'm stuck. I'll keep working on it. Since I have found some improvement I will give the new medicine dose another week. If I am still in even this higher but insufficient level of function next Monday, I will draw the dose down again. I have things to do! Siouxsie says it best!



Ha! She reminds me of WW. I wonder where Wonder Woman has been lately? I am almost sure she would at least like the sentiment the song evokes.