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I wasn't sure what I was going to do, wanted to do, or such today. But my friend just called and wants to get to it, or go shooting. It almost looks like the weather might be closing in again, so I suggested we work on the bench. If we finish that quickly enough, perhaps we can still go shooting. I figure I can simply use my .22's and use the .357 ammo I bought from my friend (it hurt his hand to shoot and he didn't want to just... dump it or attempt to re-reload it all). Breathing is simply difficult and now regularly difficult. Rather than coming and going, it is simply the way of it for now. Meh, I'll work through it. It does give me something to complain about.
I best hit it. It would be cool to get the bench together and put in place and then go shooting too! Just to get out and about is a pleasure for me. Have a good day. Oh, and... get busy!
Later.
Saturday, April 30, 2011
Rough, spat upon, and limping.
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Well, okay, no one spat upon me and I am only limping to gauge it's ability to draw sympathy for the unseen ailments, but it is rough! I tried to wake at 10:00, then reset the alarm to 13:00 after I could finally get to the device at around 10:30. Alarm clocks really are annoying when you are not able to quite wake. I did wake at about 11:45 though, before the second round of annoyance. Limping, if not needing to, groggy for certain, and a bit more out of it then even that would normally imply, at least I started my day with no pain. And the sun is shining! In the world of gray of late, I have certainly come to enjoy that big orb.
I am not sure what I am about today. I see the workbench, leaning or laying about depending on which part, in the kitchen. I cannot quite tell if it is giving me an evil eye for not finishing it or mocking me for having defeated me to date. Maybe it goes back and forth in some kind of mind game. But it is on the menu. When I can pull my head out of dream land.
I wish I had been able to rise early. With the sun being out, by now, I might be out doing some things. I would love to get my rope out and begin working on some of the attachments and notions. I would also like to check the roof of the coop to make sure the wasps up there are gone. While, if I decide to work on the bench I will have no time to work on the rope tying, I should be able to check that roof in a bit as that should be a quick thing, assuming the roof is dry enough to attempt navigating.
I suspect when I begin figuring out my climbing system I might be hours or even days getting the contraption together and then tweaking proportions, tensions, attachments, and all that might entail. It is a "job" I am looking forward to doing. Remember my dream of camping in the trees rather than on the ground? Not so much a tree-hugger as an avoider of fauna, should I ever begin camping more regularly. Plus, just having homegrown climbing skills that will, to a degree, translate to other types of climbing plus having some of the kit has been a goal for as long as I can remember.
Anyway... My mind seems to be waking up. In an hour or so I will be off and running, or not. We will see. Have a good day.
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Well, okay, no one spat upon me and I am only limping to gauge it's ability to draw sympathy for the unseen ailments, but it is rough! I tried to wake at 10:00, then reset the alarm to 13:00 after I could finally get to the device at around 10:30. Alarm clocks really are annoying when you are not able to quite wake. I did wake at about 11:45 though, before the second round of annoyance. Limping, if not needing to, groggy for certain, and a bit more out of it then even that would normally imply, at least I started my day with no pain. And the sun is shining! In the world of gray of late, I have certainly come to enjoy that big orb.
I am not sure what I am about today. I see the workbench, leaning or laying about depending on which part, in the kitchen. I cannot quite tell if it is giving me an evil eye for not finishing it or mocking me for having defeated me to date. Maybe it goes back and forth in some kind of mind game. But it is on the menu. When I can pull my head out of dream land.
I wish I had been able to rise early. With the sun being out, by now, I might be out doing some things. I would love to get my rope out and begin working on some of the attachments and notions. I would also like to check the roof of the coop to make sure the wasps up there are gone. While, if I decide to work on the bench I will have no time to work on the rope tying, I should be able to check that roof in a bit as that should be a quick thing, assuming the roof is dry enough to attempt navigating.
I suspect when I begin figuring out my climbing system I might be hours or even days getting the contraption together and then tweaking proportions, tensions, attachments, and all that might entail. It is a "job" I am looking forward to doing. Remember my dream of camping in the trees rather than on the ground? Not so much a tree-hugger as an avoider of fauna, should I ever begin camping more regularly. Plus, just having homegrown climbing skills that will, to a degree, translate to other types of climbing plus having some of the kit has been a goal for as long as I can remember.
Anyway... My mind seems to be waking up. In an hour or so I will be off and running, or not. We will see. Have a good day.
The bench remains untended.
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I have been doing good. I have been doing this, getting that, looking these things over, driving here and there, talking to people about what I need. I simply ran out of steam. No worries. I was surprised my little burst lasted as long as it did. I am hoping to get back in the saddle tomorrow or Sunday. I have a couple of things going on early next week, but I may change one of them. Monday looks to be a clear, mostly sunny, bright, warm day. I want to try and plan an outing of some sort. Perhaps a drive into the mountains. Then again, there is a lot of snow up there still and they will probably get another foot of snow this weekend, they already received half of that. Warm weather might make a drive dangerous.
Oh, hey, I checked the coop. I believe I have killed the wasps! I have to get up on the roof when it is a bit drier and look under some the roofing material. Some areas simply can't be viewed any other way. So putting up the new roofing is looking to be back on the menu. If the weather will ever clear!
While going shooting is fine I am not really in the mood for it. Not in the mood for shooting? It has more to do with worry about expenses. I might be able to simply buy a washer, outright, this coming month. But I may be doing so at the expense of all but food and enough gas to make appointments. I believe I know the brand and model I want. Beside many glowing reviews, a mid-range price tag, and a personal preference, the warranty is outstanding. If I have a choice, however, between more money now to save potentially as much money as I just spent on top of it after as little as a year, I think a fifteen percent premium is worth the worry, hassle, and potential expense. Do you ever wonder if the salesmen have a good idea which machines are more likely to fail and provide those to people who do not choose a warranty? Never gamble with the mob, never think to make money in a bank deal, and trust nothing which is provided at cost without you buying a warranty.
I have been running short of breath often lately. My lungs gurgle at night and there seems nothing I can do that really helps. I can and have been pushing through it these last few days. I have taken the anti-biotics faithfully and tomorrow is my last day. I am not sure how long it is supposed to take though? Perhaps as I get busy with spring things, when the weather allows it (maybe next week), the thing will simply go away. I will give it a week. If the problem persists I will see if the doctor will see me again or at least write a script for something else.
When is the coverage of that stupid wedding going to cease and desist. Though I am only half a fan of RedEye, I wanted to see their take on some of what is going on. Instead I get poor English speaking ninnies going on about a royal pain in my bottom. I really have no respect for even American elites. I must admit, I was sort of hoping for some excitement though. I am surprised it didn't happen. I guess, when Britain decides to keep people safe, it can. Too bad that only works for royals, nobility, and politicians. The peasants can muck around in filth, just trying to make it through without being burgled, robbed, raped, or murdered while their politicians tell them to bob up and down while waiting for the police (is that why they call them bobbies?) and not engage. But why go further and criminalize self defense? Oh well, I hate to piss on their parade, but... not really.
Good night.
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I have been doing good. I have been doing this, getting that, looking these things over, driving here and there, talking to people about what I need. I simply ran out of steam. No worries. I was surprised my little burst lasted as long as it did. I am hoping to get back in the saddle tomorrow or Sunday. I have a couple of things going on early next week, but I may change one of them. Monday looks to be a clear, mostly sunny, bright, warm day. I want to try and plan an outing of some sort. Perhaps a drive into the mountains. Then again, there is a lot of snow up there still and they will probably get another foot of snow this weekend, they already received half of that. Warm weather might make a drive dangerous.
Oh, hey, I checked the coop. I believe I have killed the wasps! I have to get up on the roof when it is a bit drier and look under some the roofing material. Some areas simply can't be viewed any other way. So putting up the new roofing is looking to be back on the menu. If the weather will ever clear!
While going shooting is fine I am not really in the mood for it. Not in the mood for shooting? It has more to do with worry about expenses. I might be able to simply buy a washer, outright, this coming month. But I may be doing so at the expense of all but food and enough gas to make appointments. I believe I know the brand and model I want. Beside many glowing reviews, a mid-range price tag, and a personal preference, the warranty is outstanding. If I have a choice, however, between more money now to save potentially as much money as I just spent on top of it after as little as a year, I think a fifteen percent premium is worth the worry, hassle, and potential expense. Do you ever wonder if the salesmen have a good idea which machines are more likely to fail and provide those to people who do not choose a warranty? Never gamble with the mob, never think to make money in a bank deal, and trust nothing which is provided at cost without you buying a warranty.
I have been running short of breath often lately. My lungs gurgle at night and there seems nothing I can do that really helps. I can and have been pushing through it these last few days. I have taken the anti-biotics faithfully and tomorrow is my last day. I am not sure how long it is supposed to take though? Perhaps as I get busy with spring things, when the weather allows it (maybe next week), the thing will simply go away. I will give it a week. If the problem persists I will see if the doctor will see me again or at least write a script for something else.
When is the coverage of that stupid wedding going to cease and desist. Though I am only half a fan of RedEye, I wanted to see their take on some of what is going on. Instead I get poor English speaking ninnies going on about a royal pain in my bottom. I really have no respect for even American elites. I must admit, I was sort of hoping for some excitement though. I am surprised it didn't happen. I guess, when Britain decides to keep people safe, it can. Too bad that only works for royals, nobility, and politicians. The peasants can muck around in filth, just trying to make it through without being burgled, robbed, raped, or murdered while their politicians tell them to bob up and down while waiting for the police (is that why they call them bobbies?) and not engage. But why go further and criminalize self defense? Oh well, I hate to piss on their parade, but... not really.
Good night.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Out and about again.
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My friend had plans with another friend this afternoon. He believes tomorrow or Sunday would be better. I had a list of needs so I went to town anyway. I stopped at a sporting goods store first, believing it would close sooner and having started my day a bit late. Then I drove to the hardware store for a number of items. A bit of supper to go is seeing me home and now fed.
At the sporting goods store, I did have to wait a bit for someone to notice me. But when I did get attention, it was great. I explained my situation and needs and wants. Initially he was going to sell me gear aimed directly for the use of the prussic method of climbing. But during the conversation I told him that I had ascenders but that I did not believe my strength, or at least stamina, would allow for their use as I traditionally remember them being used. Either my memory is bad or techniques have changed? Instead of selling gear that was unnecessary, he set me up for using the ascenders. He saved $50 to $100, where he easily could have just let me walk with gear I didn't need. I bought enough to get started. Further, he actually geared up and tested how to make just such a system work, from which I noted the connection methods and noted the primary variable(s). The main thing that will need tweaking is the proportion of the lengths of rise while using the upper and lower ascenders, as I see things and to begin with.
Never mind, just understand that I have a decent idea of how to begin experimenting. Low and slow, to start, in any case. It might take me a bit to get in shape to do more than experiment for some time. When the weather permits, of course. Further, I now have a definite source of equipment for the climbing end, and for information regarding that. Total bill was $69 or so, but just for the information I would say it was worth it. Books and DVDs are good but nothing beats actually seeing the hookups and testing some parameters live, in real 4D (time is included, you know).
Next stop, the hardware store. I found a set of clamps of various sizes. Oddly, a set of 5 pairs of various sized clamps (good brand) was only slightly more expensive than the second largest pair of clamps in the set sold as a pair. I figured I would be working on other things, and at those price points I really could not lose. Further, I was not exactly sure what size clamps to get. I also picked up another set of drill bits, though hardened. I do actually have good drill bits, but they do break and I am missing one already due to breakage. I also grabbed two different sets of philips head bits, hardened for impact use, one set short the other extended.
Everything is so complicated. Ignorance is not bliss, at least in these cases. And yet, I learn, I get the tools I need, I adapt what I have, and I see why those tools are better. I suppose as things go forward, I will even lose some doubt. Oh, yea! Now that I have a ladder, when the weather is going to be dry for a bit, I can get up and paint over the awful purple on the trim of my windows on the second story! Oh yeah, gear me up and let me go, and if I have it I will do it... probably, sooner or later. It all has to be together and there is so much needed while I have been buying bits and pieces for a number of projects. A fractured mind is a terrible thing to use, but it is unique and my own.
Later.
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My friend had plans with another friend this afternoon. He believes tomorrow or Sunday would be better. I had a list of needs so I went to town anyway. I stopped at a sporting goods store first, believing it would close sooner and having started my day a bit late. Then I drove to the hardware store for a number of items. A bit of supper to go is seeing me home and now fed.
At the sporting goods store, I did have to wait a bit for someone to notice me. But when I did get attention, it was great. I explained my situation and needs and wants. Initially he was going to sell me gear aimed directly for the use of the prussic method of climbing. But during the conversation I told him that I had ascenders but that I did not believe my strength, or at least stamina, would allow for their use as I traditionally remember them being used. Either my memory is bad or techniques have changed? Instead of selling gear that was unnecessary, he set me up for using the ascenders. He saved $50 to $100, where he easily could have just let me walk with gear I didn't need. I bought enough to get started. Further, he actually geared up and tested how to make just such a system work, from which I noted the connection methods and noted the primary variable(s). The main thing that will need tweaking is the proportion of the lengths of rise while using the upper and lower ascenders, as I see things and to begin with.
Never mind, just understand that I have a decent idea of how to begin experimenting. Low and slow, to start, in any case. It might take me a bit to get in shape to do more than experiment for some time. When the weather permits, of course. Further, I now have a definite source of equipment for the climbing end, and for information regarding that. Total bill was $69 or so, but just for the information I would say it was worth it. Books and DVDs are good but nothing beats actually seeing the hookups and testing some parameters live, in real 4D (time is included, you know).
Next stop, the hardware store. I found a set of clamps of various sizes. Oddly, a set of 5 pairs of various sized clamps (good brand) was only slightly more expensive than the second largest pair of clamps in the set sold as a pair. I figured I would be working on other things, and at those price points I really could not lose. Further, I was not exactly sure what size clamps to get. I also picked up another set of drill bits, though hardened. I do actually have good drill bits, but they do break and I am missing one already due to breakage. I also grabbed two different sets of philips head bits, hardened for impact use, one set short the other extended.
Everything is so complicated. Ignorance is not bliss, at least in these cases. And yet, I learn, I get the tools I need, I adapt what I have, and I see why those tools are better. I suppose as things go forward, I will even lose some doubt. Oh, yea! Now that I have a ladder, when the weather is going to be dry for a bit, I can get up and paint over the awful purple on the trim of my windows on the second story! Oh yeah, gear me up and let me go, and if I have it I will do it... probably, sooner or later. It all has to be together and there is so much needed while I have been buying bits and pieces for a number of projects. A fractured mind is a terrible thing to use, but it is unique and my own.
Later.
The workbench.
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A quick review of available information regarding the workbench is turning up little. A video showing the workbench with a suggested tool list, advice in comments, and little else. The suggestion that the task is easy using either clamps or having at least two people seemed to be as helpful as what is available. Since I need new philips head bit(s), buying either many more or much stronger ones if I can find them, wanting to look over clamps, and seeing if my friend is interested in helping, will see me back in town today. I might check the last appliance store on my way home too, as well as check the availability of auxiliary line, nylon strapping, and a micro pulley. A full blown serious work load pulley or dual pulley rig and bull rope will have to wait for another (pay)day.
I am changing some things here. I probably won't be discussing much, other than silly projects, the weather, and maybe my cats. I am not going to comment on other blogs regarding anything but "simple" topics related only to what is of practical functional interest. Comments, it seems, are more about twitter type positive or negative feedback. I am not good at that. Since I cannot play like the other kids, I should just go back to my books. The world has all of the prophecy it will be given and will use it or not. The sciences are supposedly thriving and all will soon be known. And I should concern myself only with what tasks and interests I find in my life and then keep it to myself. I can't help myself, advise others, or lead in any real way. And it is becoming a very dangerous world. Are even your friends and family safe to you should you not abide the program?
A quick shower, a phone call, and out I go again. A little man on his little way, and glad for it. Good day.
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A quick review of available information regarding the workbench is turning up little. A video showing the workbench with a suggested tool list, advice in comments, and little else. The suggestion that the task is easy using either clamps or having at least two people seemed to be as helpful as what is available. Since I need new philips head bit(s), buying either many more or much stronger ones if I can find them, wanting to look over clamps, and seeing if my friend is interested in helping, will see me back in town today. I might check the last appliance store on my way home too, as well as check the availability of auxiliary line, nylon strapping, and a micro pulley. A full blown serious work load pulley or dual pulley rig and bull rope will have to wait for another (pay)day.
I am changing some things here. I probably won't be discussing much, other than silly projects, the weather, and maybe my cats. I am not going to comment on other blogs regarding anything but "simple" topics related only to what is of practical functional interest. Comments, it seems, are more about twitter type positive or negative feedback. I am not good at that. Since I cannot play like the other kids, I should just go back to my books. The world has all of the prophecy it will be given and will use it or not. The sciences are supposedly thriving and all will soon be known. And I should concern myself only with what tasks and interests I find in my life and then keep it to myself. I can't help myself, advise others, or lead in any real way. And it is becoming a very dangerous world. Are even your friends and family safe to you should you not abide the program?
A quick shower, a phone call, and out I go again. A little man on his little way, and glad for it. Good day.
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Time flies.
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I started late. Waking to both pain and sever grogginess, I took pain killers and a couple hours to get going. Late, as usual, I went in picked up my friend, and looked at a couple more washing machines at several stores. I wanted to stop at the last store on my list, but the weather was beginning to look rough so I decided to just get back and try to cut the wood. While the weather continued to threaten, then clear up, throughout the day, I was able to get my cutting done easily and I only saw a spit of rain while taking my friend home. It is coming, it just is not here yet.
While returning my friend, we decided to go through a drivethrough for a sandwich. While eating, we watched the military channel, something I unfortunately never received. It was a show about top tens, this time it was machine guns. That always gives me a warm fuzzy. I knew of all but two, I think. And I knew all of the top five well. I might have argued in some of the placements, as do any who have an interest, for example thinking the 40 mm auto though more fearsome than the 20 millimeter is more of a light armor killer and preferring that one of a number of auto 20 millimeter guns would have been preferable. Then again, I really do not know how much more one is used than the other. I just think a 20 mm would be closer to anti-personnel, easier to use, and I thought more common. But I am a geezer, or working on it. I babble.
While at my friend's apartment, he introduced me to one of the ugliest wheel guns I have ever seen. It is called a Rhino, in .38/.357 magnum. It is an Italian import. And, if the handle fits or a custom could replace the stock handle so that it would fit my hand, I would actually like that pistol. A four (maybe five) inch barrel, ported, and a handle that fits (no lasers on this one, please), and I would be happy as a pig in a pond on a hot day. They do not sweat you know. Actually, neither do cats. That is why they lick themselves, or so I hear, or at least in part. I think it is also to mask their scent. It does not, however, clean them. Licking that is.
On the way home, I was thinking about picking up the ladder I have been considering. I thought it might be too late, that the particular store which might carry it could be closed. Besides, I had driven past the turn off to it, so I almost just drove home. On a whim, I turned around and was pleasantly surprised. Not only was the store open but they did have the ladder in stock. Arriving home, since I had an immediate use for it, I stripped it out of the packaging, tinkered with it for a bit, then set the ladder up to gain access to my roof and a roof access panel that has been swinging open for a week.
I tried to climb right where I set the ladder in the usual way, but... that was just an awning, without support, and as I expected, it would not have supported me. So, I had to move it to the back of the house, use it as an extension ladder. It was nerve-wrackingly close to electric wires to the garage. Well, I... got... up there. I took my time and sweated anyway. Getting up on the roof, I head to the swinging panel only to realize I had climbed the wrong roof. This is fair, at night, it is difficult to see and I was excited about the ladder. Anyway, I finally moved it over to the correct roof, climbed up, closed the panel, and put a padlock on it as well.
All that and I still do not have the desk together! I am hoping I have enough gumption to get that done yet tonight. If not, I will do it tomorrow. Really! No, I mean it, seriously. Well, if I do get it together tonight (or tomorrow), I will be inviting my friend back to help me set up my reloading station. By the way, even the minor seeming cuts I made today required a few extra hands. I was quite thankful to have my friend available. I would guess putting the reloader together and getting it running will also require a little help. I know some (other) people could do this, but my guess is they have used a circular saw before too, and probably have a few other pieces of gear or tools or devices to make solo work easier. I am just a padawan learner. Neither do I have either a jedi or sith lord. Well, not for wood working.
So there! Of course, if I actually get the pieces together, I will do a double "So there!". I cannot believe I am actually doing things, with my hands, with tools, constructive things. I have to say, while extreme pain makes me disassociate, so does this. Only this type is much more unfamiliar. I am told I was a mechanic. But I do not remember that, or pleasure around doing that kind of thing, and actually despised getting my fingers dirty. This... I think I like it.
Well, enough about that. I feel good and think I might make my way to more. I had hoped to stop and buy some auxiliary line (7mm), nylon webbing lengths (1" and 2" widths), and possibly a micro pulley, but the weather sort of forced my hand and I know that particular store was closed when all was said and done. Perhaps tomorrow or Saturday, when I am in next, I will investigate.
Yes, yes, dear ones. Iron man is on the move, in a good way. Gute Nacht, bonne nuit, good night.
.
I started late. Waking to both pain and sever grogginess, I took pain killers and a couple hours to get going. Late, as usual, I went in picked up my friend, and looked at a couple more washing machines at several stores. I wanted to stop at the last store on my list, but the weather was beginning to look rough so I decided to just get back and try to cut the wood. While the weather continued to threaten, then clear up, throughout the day, I was able to get my cutting done easily and I only saw a spit of rain while taking my friend home. It is coming, it just is not here yet.
While returning my friend, we decided to go through a drivethrough for a sandwich. While eating, we watched the military channel, something I unfortunately never received. It was a show about top tens, this time it was machine guns. That always gives me a warm fuzzy. I knew of all but two, I think. And I knew all of the top five well. I might have argued in some of the placements, as do any who have an interest, for example thinking the 40 mm auto though more fearsome than the 20 millimeter is more of a light armor killer and preferring that one of a number of auto 20 millimeter guns would have been preferable. Then again, I really do not know how much more one is used than the other. I just think a 20 mm would be closer to anti-personnel, easier to use, and I thought more common. But I am a geezer, or working on it. I babble.
While at my friend's apartment, he introduced me to one of the ugliest wheel guns I have ever seen. It is called a Rhino, in .38/.357 magnum. It is an Italian import. And, if the handle fits or a custom could replace the stock handle so that it would fit my hand, I would actually like that pistol. A four (maybe five) inch barrel, ported, and a handle that fits (no lasers on this one, please), and I would be happy as a pig in a pond on a hot day. They do not sweat you know. Actually, neither do cats. That is why they lick themselves, or so I hear, or at least in part. I think it is also to mask their scent. It does not, however, clean them. Licking that is.
On the way home, I was thinking about picking up the ladder I have been considering. I thought it might be too late, that the particular store which might carry it could be closed. Besides, I had driven past the turn off to it, so I almost just drove home. On a whim, I turned around and was pleasantly surprised. Not only was the store open but they did have the ladder in stock. Arriving home, since I had an immediate use for it, I stripped it out of the packaging, tinkered with it for a bit, then set the ladder up to gain access to my roof and a roof access panel that has been swinging open for a week.
I tried to climb right where I set the ladder in the usual way, but... that was just an awning, without support, and as I expected, it would not have supported me. So, I had to move it to the back of the house, use it as an extension ladder. It was nerve-wrackingly close to electric wires to the garage. Well, I... got... up there. I took my time and sweated anyway. Getting up on the roof, I head to the swinging panel only to realize I had climbed the wrong roof. This is fair, at night, it is difficult to see and I was excited about the ladder. Anyway, I finally moved it over to the correct roof, climbed up, closed the panel, and put a padlock on it as well.
All that and I still do not have the desk together! I am hoping I have enough gumption to get that done yet tonight. If not, I will do it tomorrow. Really! No, I mean it, seriously. Well, if I do get it together tonight (or tomorrow), I will be inviting my friend back to help me set up my reloading station. By the way, even the minor seeming cuts I made today required a few extra hands. I was quite thankful to have my friend available. I would guess putting the reloader together and getting it running will also require a little help. I know some (other) people could do this, but my guess is they have used a circular saw before too, and probably have a few other pieces of gear or tools or devices to make solo work easier. I am just a padawan learner. Neither do I have either a jedi or sith lord. Well, not for wood working.
So there! Of course, if I actually get the pieces together, I will do a double "So there!". I cannot believe I am actually doing things, with my hands, with tools, constructive things. I have to say, while extreme pain makes me disassociate, so does this. Only this type is much more unfamiliar. I am told I was a mechanic. But I do not remember that, or pleasure around doing that kind of thing, and actually despised getting my fingers dirty. This... I think I like it.
Well, enough about that. I feel good and think I might make my way to more. I had hoped to stop and buy some auxiliary line (7mm), nylon webbing lengths (1" and 2" widths), and possibly a micro pulley, but the weather sort of forced my hand and I know that particular store was closed when all was said and done. Perhaps tomorrow or Saturday, when I am in next, I will investigate.
Yes, yes, dear ones. Iron man is on the move, in a good way. Gute Nacht, bonne nuit, good night.
Super!
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Tomorrow, for the first time, it is supposed to be dry and it is supposed to reach 70. This weekend we are supposed to get more cold and bad weather, including snow even in the valley here and up to a foot or two in the mountains. I will not consider that for the moment. I am hoping to get out and look over a few more washing machines tomorrow and then construct the bench and hutch. Once that is done, getting the reloader set up will be easy, as weather will not be an issue.
Because the weather will be closing in and the fact that I have another appointment early next week to boot, I will not be able to see my friend for a while. So I called to see if he was interested in going along and then giving me a hand with the bench. If we finish quickly enough, we might go shooting but I am not counting on that. Hmm, I might have to grill hamburgers! I will have to pick up ketchup, mustard, and buns.
Okay, after thinking about what I would like to remodel, chores I am considering, and such, I am reconsidering some things. I am going a bit too large in my thinking and I need to back off a bit. If nothing else, I have to wait for money to accumulate for even the littler projects. What I would like to do is consider a job, some kind of improvement, that is within my beginner scope. A job that neither requires expensive specialty gear, expensive supplies, or professional skills. I need to do something just to kick over the juices, to gain some experience and success, and something that I can see every day. I have no idea what that could be though. Any ideas? Perhaps there are no such jobs these days?
If I can get the bench and hutch together tomorrow, I will consider what next. Of course, there is the coop roof, but that will require good weather and several weeks of dry weather before I consider that project again. I just... have to do... something. Before I go to bed, I am going to measure for the bench and hutch, again, and get in my head and on paper what I think and know.
Good night.
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Tomorrow, for the first time, it is supposed to be dry and it is supposed to reach 70. This weekend we are supposed to get more cold and bad weather, including snow even in the valley here and up to a foot or two in the mountains. I will not consider that for the moment. I am hoping to get out and look over a few more washing machines tomorrow and then construct the bench and hutch. Once that is done, getting the reloader set up will be easy, as weather will not be an issue.
Because the weather will be closing in and the fact that I have another appointment early next week to boot, I will not be able to see my friend for a while. So I called to see if he was interested in going along and then giving me a hand with the bench. If we finish quickly enough, we might go shooting but I am not counting on that. Hmm, I might have to grill hamburgers! I will have to pick up ketchup, mustard, and buns.
Okay, after thinking about what I would like to remodel, chores I am considering, and such, I am reconsidering some things. I am going a bit too large in my thinking and I need to back off a bit. If nothing else, I have to wait for money to accumulate for even the littler projects. What I would like to do is consider a job, some kind of improvement, that is within my beginner scope. A job that neither requires expensive specialty gear, expensive supplies, or professional skills. I need to do something just to kick over the juices, to gain some experience and success, and something that I can see every day. I have no idea what that could be though. Any ideas? Perhaps there are no such jobs these days?
If I can get the bench and hutch together tomorrow, I will consider what next. Of course, there is the coop roof, but that will require good weather and several weeks of dry weather before I consider that project again. I just... have to do... something. Before I go to bed, I am going to measure for the bench and hutch, again, and get in my head and on paper what I think and know.
Good night.
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Going in circles.
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While I may not have been physically active, working on the reloading bench and hutch, trimming branches or raking branches, the weather has not been all that enticing. If it is not raining, or even snowing still (this weekend, again, perhaps), it has been cold in a wet spring way. While a bit of an excuse it is also reasonably true too, and the weather does exclude some things such as climbing, planting (still getting hard freezes), and working on the bench which requires working outside... with electric devices. I have, however, been reviewing information regarding the kitchen and a potential bathroom makeover.
This is where my mind ends up going in circles. In the kitchen, I have some hopes of changing the cupboards, adding an island, redoing the flooring. I will want to add updated and more complete electrical outlets and perhaps a few things like an outlet under the sink for a disposer, and perhaps run a low current line in with several access points for future potential. I will most likely need to run a line for a gas cook top. There will be plumbing connections under consideration as well, for another sink on the island. But, what first? Where do you really begin? Can you do these things in pieces, if so, which part does one start with?
Many places offer ideas, none of them really advise on what to start first or how to put a complete plan together. I know some of it I probably should not do. I can do the tear-down, removing flooring and cabinets. I can most likely install new flooring, and perhaps the cabinets as well. I could probably build an island as well. I could do the plumbing, maybe. But the gas and perhaps the electric should be done by a professional. But, where to even start. Or, must I wait until I can pretty much do the whole thing as a single project?
I am also looking at the master bathroom. I was surprise at how small it actually is. At six by five and a half feet, it is stunningly small. As is, I have a small enclosed tile shower, a water heater, a wash area with actually decent counter space and a minor medicine cabinet, and a toilet in there. Even with my size, I have no real difficulty getting in and out, using the shower, and I do not feel cramped using the toilette even when I have to do so seated. Still, reviewing plans and components, keeping everything and using the space well would be quite a trick. Whoever planned this one did an incredible job, actually. But it is all rather more than dated. Again, on this project even if it is only ever a dream or hope, where to begin, what order the projects should go in, and such, is... a nagging thing.
Beyond all this, the question of what can be turned off and how, has my mind spinning. I do know where the breaker box is and where the water shutoff is. I even found a water shutoff "key" in one of the outbuildings. What I do not know is... do I need to shut off the water heaters (one is electric, one is gas) before turning off water? What about the reverse osmosis or water softener? Further, what about turning off electricity? Will that cause problems with the furnace? Do I need to turn the furnace and gas water heaters to pilot before turning of electricity? There are no manuals. I cannot find information on the specific models. I simply do not know. As well, the breaker is unmarked. I honestly have no idea which switch feeds what area. And, since I am not certain what can be turned off, or what I would actually be turning off at any time, I keep going in circles.
I realized, when considering doing a maintenance checks on the electric hot water heater, that I really did not know how to turn off the electricity, and the rest of the worries about what can and cannot be turned off, or how to do that safely, or how to even begin safely figuring out which switch turned off what component or area. Is there a solid general guide book for simply maintaining a whole house? I just want to check the anode(s)! (for now)
I keep trying to say this in a manner which will not cause too much trouble. I have decided there is no nice way to say it, so I will just state it. However, I think I will avoid going into more detail, using alternative descriptions, or dig into the thought beyond just a statement. I was watching a show to cool down from going in circles from the rest of this post. I realize, after seeing such a woman, that a fat faced woman is an absolute turn off. Wow. She wasn't all that big anywhere else, but that horse head was amazing. If women looked like that, I would definitely reconsider not even thinking about anything but celibacy and it would not be all that hard.
Bah, I tried. Good day.
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While I may not have been physically active, working on the reloading bench and hutch, trimming branches or raking branches, the weather has not been all that enticing. If it is not raining, or even snowing still (this weekend, again, perhaps), it has been cold in a wet spring way. While a bit of an excuse it is also reasonably true too, and the weather does exclude some things such as climbing, planting (still getting hard freezes), and working on the bench which requires working outside... with electric devices. I have, however, been reviewing information regarding the kitchen and a potential bathroom makeover.
This is where my mind ends up going in circles. In the kitchen, I have some hopes of changing the cupboards, adding an island, redoing the flooring. I will want to add updated and more complete electrical outlets and perhaps a few things like an outlet under the sink for a disposer, and perhaps run a low current line in with several access points for future potential. I will most likely need to run a line for a gas cook top. There will be plumbing connections under consideration as well, for another sink on the island. But, what first? Where do you really begin? Can you do these things in pieces, if so, which part does one start with?
Many places offer ideas, none of them really advise on what to start first or how to put a complete plan together. I know some of it I probably should not do. I can do the tear-down, removing flooring and cabinets. I can most likely install new flooring, and perhaps the cabinets as well. I could probably build an island as well. I could do the plumbing, maybe. But the gas and perhaps the electric should be done by a professional. But, where to even start. Or, must I wait until I can pretty much do the whole thing as a single project?
I am also looking at the master bathroom. I was surprise at how small it actually is. At six by five and a half feet, it is stunningly small. As is, I have a small enclosed tile shower, a water heater, a wash area with actually decent counter space and a minor medicine cabinet, and a toilet in there. Even with my size, I have no real difficulty getting in and out, using the shower, and I do not feel cramped using the toilette even when I have to do so seated. Still, reviewing plans and components, keeping everything and using the space well would be quite a trick. Whoever planned this one did an incredible job, actually. But it is all rather more than dated. Again, on this project even if it is only ever a dream or hope, where to begin, what order the projects should go in, and such, is... a nagging thing.
Beyond all this, the question of what can be turned off and how, has my mind spinning. I do know where the breaker box is and where the water shutoff is. I even found a water shutoff "key" in one of the outbuildings. What I do not know is... do I need to shut off the water heaters (one is electric, one is gas) before turning off water? What about the reverse osmosis or water softener? Further, what about turning off electricity? Will that cause problems with the furnace? Do I need to turn the furnace and gas water heaters to pilot before turning of electricity? There are no manuals. I cannot find information on the specific models. I simply do not know. As well, the breaker is unmarked. I honestly have no idea which switch feeds what area. And, since I am not certain what can be turned off, or what I would actually be turning off at any time, I keep going in circles.
I realized, when considering doing a maintenance checks on the electric hot water heater, that I really did not know how to turn off the electricity, and the rest of the worries about what can and cannot be turned off, or how to do that safely, or how to even begin safely figuring out which switch turned off what component or area. Is there a solid general guide book for simply maintaining a whole house? I just want to check the anode(s)! (for now)
I keep trying to say this in a manner which will not cause too much trouble. I have decided there is no nice way to say it, so I will just state it. However, I think I will avoid going into more detail, using alternative descriptions, or dig into the thought beyond just a statement. I was watching a show to cool down from going in circles from the rest of this post. I realize, after seeing such a woman, that a fat faced woman is an absolute turn off. Wow. She wasn't all that big anywhere else, but that horse head was amazing. If women looked like that, I would definitely reconsider not even thinking about anything but celibacy and it would not be all that hard.
Bah, I tried. Good day.
Darn it, we were supposed to see some sun.
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If the sun shined, it was while I was sleeping. My days and nights are somersaulting, again. I just woke. It looks, currently, like most days for the last two months? Something like that. The sun, hereabouts, is on strike. I hear it has something to do with algore manbearpig declaring something and reality showing it's ugly head. In any case, I am finally awake. I did not sleep much, I woke with a headache and pain which dissipated without pain killers, and I almost feel like doing something finally. But I have company coming so will just neaten the place and get ready for the company.
I see that the long form birth certificate has been released. I was a bit surprised it was a non news issue, in that there was nothing on it whhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifich would make for releasing it an issue, other than what was suspected that the father is not American which does preclude Obama from the office. I know other Hawaiians were able to get their long form from that state as recently as weeks or months ago, so there never was an issue about getting the thing (until a short time ago). I am starting to hear the tech types suggest that there may still be an issue with the thing. From those who are able to detect fraud, it seems that what has been presented is a fraud, has been doctored. It is an amazing day we live in, where even all the kings men cannot perpetuate a simple fraud and get away with it. I personally do not know, I merely have it on reliable authority that the thing is a hoax.
Well, back to a bit of reading, some dishes, a little straightening. As for the news... Gentlemen, start the carnage. I smell blood in the water! Go, Go, Go!
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If the sun shined, it was while I was sleeping. My days and nights are somersaulting, again. I just woke. It looks, currently, like most days for the last two months? Something like that. The sun, hereabouts, is on strike. I hear it has something to do with algore manbearpig declaring something and reality showing it's ugly head. In any case, I am finally awake. I did not sleep much, I woke with a headache and pain which dissipated without pain killers, and I almost feel like doing something finally. But I have company coming so will just neaten the place and get ready for the company.
I see that the long form birth certificate has been released. I was a bit surprised it was a non news issue, in that there was nothing on it whhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gifich would make for releasing it an issue, other than what was suspected that the father is not American which does preclude Obama from the office. I know other Hawaiians were able to get their long form from that state as recently as weeks or months ago, so there never was an issue about getting the thing (until a short time ago). I am starting to hear the tech types suggest that there may still be an issue with the thing. From those who are able to detect fraud, it seems that what has been presented is a fraud, has been doctored. It is an amazing day we live in, where even all the kings men cannot perpetuate a simple fraud and get away with it. I personally do not know, I merely have it on reliable authority that the thing is a hoax.
Well, back to a bit of reading, some dishes, a little straightening. As for the news... Gentlemen, start the carnage. I smell blood in the water! Go, Go, Go!
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
An attempt at clarity.
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I am doing my best to keep my articles to a single idea or theme. Shorter? Well, there is always that. We will call shortening the posts a work in progress. Then again, on some things, how can one shorten a topic beyond a certain point? Fine, work in progress anyway. Or at least something to keep in mind.
I forgot to start the anti-biotic treatment yesterday. That is not required, so long as when I start it I follow it through to completion. I think I can, being that it is only three more days and only one pill a day after the two pills I will eventually take today. I really hope this helps. I suppose it depends on what is wrong.
I have been looking over various sites for the tools to climb the trees and do some arbor work. The question is, do I really need professional grade kit? Some of the gear, such as auxiliary rope, bull or static rope (among other names, but meaning it stretches much less so is good for load bearing but very dangerous to climb with), and some of the climbing gear is rather affordable. But when you get to pulleys which bear the weight of branches plus the gear to set that up, prices go from high to rather extreme. I know, dancing around the job. I could just climb the darn thing what what I already have and pray. And, honestly, should the weather ever support it, that might be exactly what I do. It is what most people do and why there are the number of deaths and other casualties each year.
Not much done today, a bit of writing, a bit of research, and some measuring. I could easily fit a 3' by 6' (base) island in my kitchen and have room beyond that for a half-circle eating area on one side, and still have plenty of room for foot traffic and elbow room to work aplenty. It is a rather big open kitchen. Which means I might have room for a gas stove top and a little cleaning sink along with plenty of extra counter and eating space. Though with the dining room pretty much attached, I am not sure I would do that. Ideas though, they ebb and flow of their own accord and I like to... play with each at least a bit.
Well, on to... something. I figured I would be tired today and maybe tomorrow from the road trip and fight with the new doctor yesterday. And I was right about today in any case. When you get old, that is as good as fights get, mostly. Have a good evening.
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I am doing my best to keep my articles to a single idea or theme. Shorter? Well, there is always that. We will call shortening the posts a work in progress. Then again, on some things, how can one shorten a topic beyond a certain point? Fine, work in progress anyway. Or at least something to keep in mind.
I forgot to start the anti-biotic treatment yesterday. That is not required, so long as when I start it I follow it through to completion. I think I can, being that it is only three more days and only one pill a day after the two pills I will eventually take today. I really hope this helps. I suppose it depends on what is wrong.
I have been looking over various sites for the tools to climb the trees and do some arbor work. The question is, do I really need professional grade kit? Some of the gear, such as auxiliary rope, bull or static rope (among other names, but meaning it stretches much less so is good for load bearing but very dangerous to climb with), and some of the climbing gear is rather affordable. But when you get to pulleys which bear the weight of branches plus the gear to set that up, prices go from high to rather extreme. I know, dancing around the job. I could just climb the darn thing what what I already have and pray. And, honestly, should the weather ever support it, that might be exactly what I do. It is what most people do and why there are the number of deaths and other casualties each year.
Not much done today, a bit of writing, a bit of research, and some measuring. I could easily fit a 3' by 6' (base) island in my kitchen and have room beyond that for a half-circle eating area on one side, and still have plenty of room for foot traffic and elbow room to work aplenty. It is a rather big open kitchen. Which means I might have room for a gas stove top and a little cleaning sink along with plenty of extra counter and eating space. Though with the dining room pretty much attached, I am not sure I would do that. Ideas though, they ebb and flow of their own accord and I like to... play with each at least a bit.
Well, on to... something. I figured I would be tired today and maybe tomorrow from the road trip and fight with the new doctor yesterday. And I was right about today in any case. When you get old, that is as good as fights get, mostly. Have a good evening.
Why?
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Reading at one of my usual blogs, I see the notion that creating a educated populace might not lead to prosperity. And more, that the reverse is probably the case. Now, I could get all statistical but I am not about to do so. The simple reality is that education comes from a need for improvements on existing systems in order for education to be an economic factor (well, a positive one). Assuming all education is equal, of course, for the sake of argument. Without a need, demand, or serious call of some sorts by individuals to perform better in their professions, by industry to evaluate and improve efficiency, or the military by raising attrition while limiting personnel and civilian casualties, any costs related to education are not warranted and will become a drag on the economy, often in many ways.
It is not just in African nations, Europe and America have an overload of a underwhelmingly educated class of people who end up needing to work for the government because there simply is no other place. Jobs are created and the government begins doing "work" for which it was not designed and which it does poorly. Even that is coming to an end, as the destruction caused by such backward thinking has lead to a devolution in education and a burgeoning government the people are revolting about. The quantitative easing in education has made what was once a guarantee of work for the best and brightest a meaningless piece of paper, not even parchment these days(?), where the wheat and the chaff are combined.
I see in this, and many other attempts by the left to emulate Western success in foreign places by doing everything except what would actually create success in those nations. Looking at the symptoms, often, of success, and equating that to the causes, is typical of the backward thinking of progressivism. While I am highly skeptical of progressives, believing many if not most actually intend to harm the economy and devalue human life, I am sure there are some well-meaning among them. They too, just as Christians, have more wolves than sheep in their flocks.
What would allow progress in impoverished nations would be an end to imposed international regulations, support of governments which support financial gain instead of ignoring the rule of law, and allowing exceptions to many of the Western imposed limitations which bind even the few nations which have some semblance of a legal, real rights based, government. In other words, just like here, if we want people to strive for more the regulatory jackboot has to be removed from the necks of those being forced to live in malaria, cholera, and other disease ridden places to first use things like ddt and chlorine in their water supplies, begin burning those horrible CO2 producing fuels in order to even get a leg up to then even have a chance at putting together cohesive civilizations. Greens talk about destroying mother earth as a risk to human habitation, yet many of the third world people already live in a destroyed habitation, and are kept there, by the greens.
You cannot give man equality. You cannot give him wealth or wisdom or health. But standing on his head while he is barely keeping it above water already, then indoctrinating him while you do it will only make him hate you. Go figure. Oh, and I actually do support trying to figure out how to make other nations actually, generally, wealthier. Wealth, as it turns out and oddly to some, is one of the surest sign posts that a nation will actually respect the spit of dirt it lives upon. When a man struggles to feed his face, he has little time to worry about how doing so might impact the little birdies or even himself in the long run. We may soon know that a bit more intimately.
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Reading at one of my usual blogs, I see the notion that creating a educated populace might not lead to prosperity. And more, that the reverse is probably the case. Now, I could get all statistical but I am not about to do so. The simple reality is that education comes from a need for improvements on existing systems in order for education to be an economic factor (well, a positive one). Assuming all education is equal, of course, for the sake of argument. Without a need, demand, or serious call of some sorts by individuals to perform better in their professions, by industry to evaluate and improve efficiency, or the military by raising attrition while limiting personnel and civilian casualties, any costs related to education are not warranted and will become a drag on the economy, often in many ways.
It is not just in African nations, Europe and America have an overload of a underwhelmingly educated class of people who end up needing to work for the government because there simply is no other place. Jobs are created and the government begins doing "work" for which it was not designed and which it does poorly. Even that is coming to an end, as the destruction caused by such backward thinking has lead to a devolution in education and a burgeoning government the people are revolting about. The quantitative easing in education has made what was once a guarantee of work for the best and brightest a meaningless piece of paper, not even parchment these days(?), where the wheat and the chaff are combined.
I see in this, and many other attempts by the left to emulate Western success in foreign places by doing everything except what would actually create success in those nations. Looking at the symptoms, often, of success, and equating that to the causes, is typical of the backward thinking of progressivism. While I am highly skeptical of progressives, believing many if not most actually intend to harm the economy and devalue human life, I am sure there are some well-meaning among them. They too, just as Christians, have more wolves than sheep in their flocks.
What would allow progress in impoverished nations would be an end to imposed international regulations, support of governments which support financial gain instead of ignoring the rule of law, and allowing exceptions to many of the Western imposed limitations which bind even the few nations which have some semblance of a legal, real rights based, government. In other words, just like here, if we want people to strive for more the regulatory jackboot has to be removed from the necks of those being forced to live in malaria, cholera, and other disease ridden places to first use things like ddt and chlorine in their water supplies, begin burning those horrible CO2 producing fuels in order to even get a leg up to then even have a chance at putting together cohesive civilizations. Greens talk about destroying mother earth as a risk to human habitation, yet many of the third world people already live in a destroyed habitation, and are kept there, by the greens.
You cannot give man equality. You cannot give him wealth or wisdom or health. But standing on his head while he is barely keeping it above water already, then indoctrinating him while you do it will only make him hate you. Go figure. Oh, and I actually do support trying to figure out how to make other nations actually, generally, wealthier. Wealth, as it turns out and oddly to some, is one of the surest sign posts that a nation will actually respect the spit of dirt it lives upon. When a man struggles to feed his face, he has little time to worry about how doing so might impact the little birdies or even himself in the long run. We may soon know that a bit more intimately.
No pain!
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I did not find sleep until it snuck up on me and clobbered me with a 2 x dream. I woke without pain, too. I know I dreamed, and incredibly but only the notion that I did so remains. The colors, fragrances, textures, sounds, and such were lost so quickly I did not even glance the images before the smoke left the mirrors. They must have been benign, as I woke in a pleasant mood and somewhat refreshed. As refreshed as sleep has left me for some time. I truly hope for good sleep before too long. As with food, I have learned to live without, I simply prefer to feel rested and fed.
After having been called stupid, I have continued to pursue conversation. I actually see being called stupid as, well, childish. And, the conversation continued if via other commenters. I think the crux of my response is that there are no candidates of any great worth in the field at this time. Paul will merely cut up whatever is there, pulling enough of the votes for Obama to win again. And, at this point, it almost does not matter.
Further, when the republic was gutted for democracy, it ensured an end to both. Much like with the economic throes we are going through, we are going through political throes. They are coming to a head at the same time, as was most likely a hoped event by those who put these things in play. As with economics, politics will not change until it is forced to be changed, whether internally or externally. As I see things, we are at the end of the middle game. Something which is sort of boring. The end game, as I suggested, will be a little more exciting (and I understate). Building a nuclear plant, fine. Building it near a fault line? A little shaky but possible. Building it on a fault line, near the ocean where tsunamis are known to occur and not even designing well for those particular events? Fail. We have done the same thing with American culture, politics, and economics. Expect fail, not if but when.
On the good side, I am dying. Ha! Hey, a little humor always makes the bitter more palatable. Even dark humor, I think. My faith will not save my life, here and now. But if you understand things, you should know that it was never meant to do so. This life was always forfeit, lost before I came to attempt to seek the source of wisdom, and certainly after. Many cannot or will not see that truth, knowing a great hand from the sky will simply scoop them out of the pile of manure we have helped to create. No, no, there will be suffering. It is just that those who truly have faith will have it in pain, tragedy, and mortal death. Those who do not will turn on those who do. The wolves are among the sheep, they are the majority. On another good note, wolves are a protected species! Ha!
Fie, it is what it is. Let not your head or heart be troubled by such. It is the way it has always been. The apocalypse is not all it seems. In the time of the writings, it was the unveiling in a marriage ceremony after up to two weeks of celebrations. The apocalypse is many things, including when Christ sees the true face of His bride. Just... some hopeful thoughts to end this thing.
Good day.
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I did not find sleep until it snuck up on me and clobbered me with a 2 x dream. I woke without pain, too. I know I dreamed, and incredibly but only the notion that I did so remains. The colors, fragrances, textures, sounds, and such were lost so quickly I did not even glance the images before the smoke left the mirrors. They must have been benign, as I woke in a pleasant mood and somewhat refreshed. As refreshed as sleep has left me for some time. I truly hope for good sleep before too long. As with food, I have learned to live without, I simply prefer to feel rested and fed.
After having been called stupid, I have continued to pursue conversation. I actually see being called stupid as, well, childish. And, the conversation continued if via other commenters. I think the crux of my response is that there are no candidates of any great worth in the field at this time. Paul will merely cut up whatever is there, pulling enough of the votes for Obama to win again. And, at this point, it almost does not matter.
Further, when the republic was gutted for democracy, it ensured an end to both. Much like with the economic throes we are going through, we are going through political throes. They are coming to a head at the same time, as was most likely a hoped event by those who put these things in play. As with economics, politics will not change until it is forced to be changed, whether internally or externally. As I see things, we are at the end of the middle game. Something which is sort of boring. The end game, as I suggested, will be a little more exciting (and I understate). Building a nuclear plant, fine. Building it near a fault line? A little shaky but possible. Building it on a fault line, near the ocean where tsunamis are known to occur and not even designing well for those particular events? Fail. We have done the same thing with American culture, politics, and economics. Expect fail, not if but when.
On the good side, I am dying. Ha! Hey, a little humor always makes the bitter more palatable. Even dark humor, I think. My faith will not save my life, here and now. But if you understand things, you should know that it was never meant to do so. This life was always forfeit, lost before I came to attempt to seek the source of wisdom, and certainly after. Many cannot or will not see that truth, knowing a great hand from the sky will simply scoop them out of the pile of manure we have helped to create. No, no, there will be suffering. It is just that those who truly have faith will have it in pain, tragedy, and mortal death. Those who do not will turn on those who do. The wolves are among the sheep, they are the majority. On another good note, wolves are a protected species! Ha!
Fie, it is what it is. Let not your head or heart be troubled by such. It is the way it has always been. The apocalypse is not all it seems. In the time of the writings, it was the unveiling in a marriage ceremony after up to two weeks of celebrations. The apocalypse is many things, including when Christ sees the true face of His bride. Just... some hopeful thoughts to end this thing.
Good day.
No sleep.
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No sleep and I cannot just stay in bed as I did last night. I gave up after an hour and change. Blogging is hit and miss, but at this hour no one else is writing. I did get called stupid tonight, by someone who ought to know better. Ignorant, stubborn, maybe. And I will accept stupid on some things. For example, do not allow me to do your interior decorating. I like plastic bags, they are better at filling a general space, cheaper than nicknacks, re-usable, and quite disposable. I would avoid using me as your accountant as well. If you have spare change, you should be putting it into things that will possibly hold some value or be useful. Why, $1,000,000 is pocket change when it comes to prepping. If I might be right, I might not be the best guide in any case. Concentration and... Oh, cat!... such being problematic. Some things are simply not my areas. Still, it was fun. I munched a bit on that in rebuttal but the thread seems done for now.
I keep reviewing various things. Research in the dead of night is generally a peaceful thing. Even the cats seem to have learned to sleep at night. Sassy has run out of steam and Sam found a nice little cubby hole to call her own. I realize now, that whether I have a game and play it or not, my sleep is just as variable and I do end up sleeping more. Activity does not pick up either. I had some hope that I might be wrong in my previous assessments. Nope. More sleep and actually probably a decrease in activity seem to be the fact of life without game. I am hoping I hear something about the computer soon. This loaner is problematic, it turns itself on after being turned off, whatever security on it is not all that secure, but the security measures do attempt to keep me from doing business online. Still, it is... something.
Back to... research I guess. Later.
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No sleep and I cannot just stay in bed as I did last night. I gave up after an hour and change. Blogging is hit and miss, but at this hour no one else is writing. I did get called stupid tonight, by someone who ought to know better. Ignorant, stubborn, maybe. And I will accept stupid on some things. For example, do not allow me to do your interior decorating. I like plastic bags, they are better at filling a general space, cheaper than nicknacks, re-usable, and quite disposable. I would avoid using me as your accountant as well. If you have spare change, you should be putting it into things that will possibly hold some value or be useful. Why, $1,000,000 is pocket change when it comes to prepping. If I might be right, I might not be the best guide in any case. Concentration and... Oh, cat!... such being problematic. Some things are simply not my areas. Still, it was fun. I munched a bit on that in rebuttal but the thread seems done for now.
I keep reviewing various things. Research in the dead of night is generally a peaceful thing. Even the cats seem to have learned to sleep at night. Sassy has run out of steam and Sam found a nice little cubby hole to call her own. I realize now, that whether I have a game and play it or not, my sleep is just as variable and I do end up sleeping more. Activity does not pick up either. I had some hope that I might be wrong in my previous assessments. Nope. More sleep and actually probably a decrease in activity seem to be the fact of life without game. I am hoping I hear something about the computer soon. This loaner is problematic, it turns itself on after being turned off, whatever security on it is not all that secure, but the security measures do attempt to keep me from doing business online. Still, it is... something.
Back to... research I guess. Later.
Being different.
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While it might seem childish or small, watching one of the X-men movies tonight re-opened a thought file. In the movie, researches had found a "treatment" for mutants. With a slight poke and a little sting, mutants could be normal. Though not technically a mutant, I am certainly different. I would like to have been more like the Nightcrawler or even the Beast, I ended up being more like the klutzy Wolverine, if I had to pick. Rather than trying to reason through or simply being able to deal with my differences, I simply push through.
I was told they had a way to make me normal. And to be fair, I gave them 12 years of my life to find that magic medicine. That it made me neither normal nor functional, I realized they simply either know not about that which they speak or they are liars. Given the penchant of medicants to be in the trade for money, my guess is the latter. Though they do not know, they know they do not know.
The question is, today, if offered a pill that would make me like you, would I take it? At this point, I strongly wonder if my differences are like the rust on an very old car. If they removed the rust, nothing would be left. Would you, in my shoes, choose to cease to be as you know yourself? Would you become normal? I think, for good or ill, I would stick with Magneto. No pun probably intended.
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While it might seem childish or small, watching one of the X-men movies tonight re-opened a thought file. In the movie, researches had found a "treatment" for mutants. With a slight poke and a little sting, mutants could be normal. Though not technically a mutant, I am certainly different. I would like to have been more like the Nightcrawler or even the Beast, I ended up being more like the klutzy Wolverine, if I had to pick. Rather than trying to reason through or simply being able to deal with my differences, I simply push through.
I was told they had a way to make me normal. And to be fair, I gave them 12 years of my life to find that magic medicine. That it made me neither normal nor functional, I realized they simply either know not about that which they speak or they are liars. Given the penchant of medicants to be in the trade for money, my guess is the latter. Though they do not know, they know they do not know.
The question is, today, if offered a pill that would make me like you, would I take it? At this point, I strongly wonder if my differences are like the rust on an very old car. If they removed the rust, nothing would be left. Would you, in my shoes, choose to cease to be as you know yourself? Would you become normal? I think, for good or ill, I would stick with Magneto. No pun probably intended.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Holding off.
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Sometimes, no matter my intent, I find that holding off is for the better. In regards to starting Church attendance and involvement again, despite the strong urge (which remains), I realized the timing was bad. Not for me so much, but for the community. While going through Lent and nearing Easter, I realized the priest and any one else whom I might wish to make an acquaintance might well be quite busy. Of course I decided to wait just a bit. And, next Sunday will be the last of it, as I see things. Calling for an appointment for next week is a goal of mine. I have to see if I am a fit for the closest Church. If not, I will have to review the options. As well, I need to consider other means of receiving the host. While I hate the idea that sometimes I may need to have this done in my home, due to incapacity, I think it might be time to simply humbly ask for this along with trying to get in on my own. Pride can be an awful thing, so to shame.
After having found two books I was looking for, I am now searching for another. I found my bibles and the missal, I am still missing my catechism. And, yes, I have read it, several times. Beyond wanting to read it again, along with the bible (Old and New Testaments), I want to have it available for reference. I used to keep it right next to my dictionary and thesaurus. Lame, perhaps, but my memory is not all that good, in any of those areas. Actually, I still do not have my dictionary or thesaurus handy yet either... or my little brown book for English writing. More books to find. I am... right on that. As usual, boss. (Meaning I am right on it, if taking weeks to find it is allowable). I have 500 books down and on shelves and a thousand books scattered through a dozen or more boxes. Add in my inability to remember to do simple chores, let alone 'unnatural things' (like looking for books), and so it goes. But, as I said, within my variances, I am right on that.
I do enjoy my cats. Sassy is no longer allowed the run of the place. She has outlived the speed and agility of her youth, taking on a girth, height, and weight which preclude that, and further she has lost her cute innocent helpless appeal, so that Sam has put her paws down and created dominance. I did fear for real damage, but as often as I hold and pet them, I realize no serious damage or cuts are taking place. And, from my own experience, I know that should either want, or lose concentration and do so thoughtlessly, they can both inflict serious harm. Sam, again, is queen of the land. While Sassy may be the princess, she knows not to cross the 'ol' witch'. Papa can be toyed with, so long as she scatters when he hollers and then comes back later and re-wraps him around her... paw. Lord knows she has pegged me, and rightly, for a sucker for her charms.
I am feeling rather good today. I was in bad shape before I ate a bit, tired, headache, sore. The food did help, this time, oddly. Then again, I was not looking forward to today's appointment. I suspected he would try to bring high blood pressure into this again. Just leave the scab alone unless you intend to actually do something, I say. And I know they will not and cannot. In any case, I am hoping the good sense of self and all lasts. I would like to... I do not know for sure... get out for a walk? Do some yard work? Look over a few more washing machines? Preferably a mix of those events. I just want to do something while I feel up to it. I fear waking tomorrow to another zombie day. I wish I could turn this feeling on and off, saving it for a time where I can use it. At 20:30, there is little I can do and it was raining earlier. Oh well, I will do something outside soon.
I must say, things are looking rough. Gas and food prices are seriously going up. They suggest food prices have only risen 6.5% since last year. I suggest someone is pulling someone's leg about those numbers, but not mine. I would say, since I moved from Iowa, food prices have risen more like 30% or more, as much of that in this last year as before and probably more this year. Going to the store went from being a little hairy to being outright frightful. Meat, milk, and soda. Even if I liked veggies, I am not sure I could really afford them. Certainly not the salt free fresh frozen type. And I really do not believe I could afford to eat three proper meals a day. And fruit... well, if I remembered to eat it, or ate it in a timely manner, I might do that a bit more. Too much fruit goes bad too often, and buying less since I rarely shop would merely mean nearly as infrequency of consumption as I get now.
I have not moved a bit on storing more food for the long term and I have used my short term supplies. Between the fear of the expense of a new or used washer, the tree limb conundrum, and getting tickets so my mother can leave her broom at home and fly with class (I did not write that, if you are reading mom... I've been hacked), plus the simple costs of life as is, I have been holding back on any and all other spending. Until I get sorted out, I am stuck, sort of. But I feel the pull. I see the problems, and they are only going to get worse and for some time to come. Even if the jackboots are shoved out of office, cleaning up the mess (if the replacements can or will go there) will take a decade or more. Further, cleaning this mess will be like getting barbed stingers out of the skin and meat of our economy, and personal lives. It will hurt more, possibly, in the short term, than simply letting the morass continue. No matter what, we have some bills coming due and what we have to pay that with is worth less, times are about to become tough(er).
One last post for the night. Not sure if anyone is reading anymore. Then again, that is not why I write. I ought to put a nickel for every word into my piggy bank? No, I would quit writing, I cannot afford it! :p
Good night.
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Sometimes, no matter my intent, I find that holding off is for the better. In regards to starting Church attendance and involvement again, despite the strong urge (which remains), I realized the timing was bad. Not for me so much, but for the community. While going through Lent and nearing Easter, I realized the priest and any one else whom I might wish to make an acquaintance might well be quite busy. Of course I decided to wait just a bit. And, next Sunday will be the last of it, as I see things. Calling for an appointment for next week is a goal of mine. I have to see if I am a fit for the closest Church. If not, I will have to review the options. As well, I need to consider other means of receiving the host. While I hate the idea that sometimes I may need to have this done in my home, due to incapacity, I think it might be time to simply humbly ask for this along with trying to get in on my own. Pride can be an awful thing, so to shame.
After having found two books I was looking for, I am now searching for another. I found my bibles and the missal, I am still missing my catechism. And, yes, I have read it, several times. Beyond wanting to read it again, along with the bible (Old and New Testaments), I want to have it available for reference. I used to keep it right next to my dictionary and thesaurus. Lame, perhaps, but my memory is not all that good, in any of those areas. Actually, I still do not have my dictionary or thesaurus handy yet either... or my little brown book for English writing. More books to find. I am... right on that. As usual, boss. (Meaning I am right on it, if taking weeks to find it is allowable). I have 500 books down and on shelves and a thousand books scattered through a dozen or more boxes. Add in my inability to remember to do simple chores, let alone 'unnatural things' (like looking for books), and so it goes. But, as I said, within my variances, I am right on that.
I do enjoy my cats. Sassy is no longer allowed the run of the place. She has outlived the speed and agility of her youth, taking on a girth, height, and weight which preclude that, and further she has lost her cute innocent helpless appeal, so that Sam has put her paws down and created dominance. I did fear for real damage, but as often as I hold and pet them, I realize no serious damage or cuts are taking place. And, from my own experience, I know that should either want, or lose concentration and do so thoughtlessly, they can both inflict serious harm. Sam, again, is queen of the land. While Sassy may be the princess, she knows not to cross the 'ol' witch'. Papa can be toyed with, so long as she scatters when he hollers and then comes back later and re-wraps him around her... paw. Lord knows she has pegged me, and rightly, for a sucker for her charms.
I am feeling rather good today. I was in bad shape before I ate a bit, tired, headache, sore. The food did help, this time, oddly. Then again, I was not looking forward to today's appointment. I suspected he would try to bring high blood pressure into this again. Just leave the scab alone unless you intend to actually do something, I say. And I know they will not and cannot. In any case, I am hoping the good sense of self and all lasts. I would like to... I do not know for sure... get out for a walk? Do some yard work? Look over a few more washing machines? Preferably a mix of those events. I just want to do something while I feel up to it. I fear waking tomorrow to another zombie day. I wish I could turn this feeling on and off, saving it for a time where I can use it. At 20:30, there is little I can do and it was raining earlier. Oh well, I will do something outside soon.
I must say, things are looking rough. Gas and food prices are seriously going up. They suggest food prices have only risen 6.5% since last year. I suggest someone is pulling someone's leg about those numbers, but not mine. I would say, since I moved from Iowa, food prices have risen more like 30% or more, as much of that in this last year as before and probably more this year. Going to the store went from being a little hairy to being outright frightful. Meat, milk, and soda. Even if I liked veggies, I am not sure I could really afford them. Certainly not the salt free fresh frozen type. And I really do not believe I could afford to eat three proper meals a day. And fruit... well, if I remembered to eat it, or ate it in a timely manner, I might do that a bit more. Too much fruit goes bad too often, and buying less since I rarely shop would merely mean nearly as infrequency of consumption as I get now.
I have not moved a bit on storing more food for the long term and I have used my short term supplies. Between the fear of the expense of a new or used washer, the tree limb conundrum, and getting tickets so my mother can leave her broom at home and fly with class (I did not write that, if you are reading mom... I've been hacked), plus the simple costs of life as is, I have been holding back on any and all other spending. Until I get sorted out, I am stuck, sort of. But I feel the pull. I see the problems, and they are only going to get worse and for some time to come. Even if the jackboots are shoved out of office, cleaning up the mess (if the replacements can or will go there) will take a decade or more. Further, cleaning this mess will be like getting barbed stingers out of the skin and meat of our economy, and personal lives. It will hurt more, possibly, in the short term, than simply letting the morass continue. No matter what, we have some bills coming due and what we have to pay that with is worth less, times are about to become tough(er).
One last post for the night. Not sure if anyone is reading anymore. Then again, that is not why I write. I ought to put a nickel for every word into my piggy bank? No, I would quit writing, I cannot afford it! :p
Good night.
To the doctor and back.
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Sleep has been so crazy the last few days, I was really worried about missing my appointment today. I went to bed early but could not sleep most of the night. Instead of getting up though, I just continued to rest. I can do that once in a while. That requires patients and a strange sort of fortitude. You do not believe me? Okay, some time when you are not capable of sleeping, go over, lay down, and make yourself comfortable. Now, stay there for eight to ten hours. Then shut it. Yep. In any case, I did get some sleep, but not until after 5:00. The alarm went off at 9:00, I reset it for 10:00. I did not really hear it, or consciously, or mostly, until about 10:30. With little time to prepare and go, I dithered almost beyond a reasonable time, and then some. Then again, I have no idea how long it takes to drive to the clinic. Every day I go is different. Traffic can be slow or fast, so an hour before I think I should go will get me there just in time and yet a few minutes late like today can find me there an half hour early. But, there I was, in more ways than one and on time, give or take.
The blood pressure is actually a bit better at 185/120 or 180/124 depending on which reading you like. My pulse was 110, not so good. This is a new doctor so I simply was not sure what to expect. As I said, I only went there for the lungs. And I had to keep reminding him of this. I told him directly that I consider myself on palliative care, at this point, so suggested he just stick to what he can service. He refused my suggestion that I am on palliative care. I thought about asking him what he calls the inability to treat a powerfully life threatening illness, but let it slide. He, instead, went over and over the high blood pressure issue. I told him that he was the umpteenth doctor who had been here, I told him that the medicines either do not work or the side effects are too severe. On and on. I only ever finally just barely got him to deal with the lungs.
After hearing my complaints, listening to the lungs, and fiddling on the machine, he asked if I was allergic to antibiotics. Not to my knowledge, and for short term I would suffer through allergies, I have been on much worse which I was supposed to take for the rest of my life in spite of it having no positive affect. Have you noticed doctors (not just him) spend half or more of their time fiddling with the computer? He asked, again, why I was so interested in taking care of my lungs with this other health issue hanging over my head. I simply told him there were three reasons. The first is, I have had high blood pressure for over a decade, this other is new. Second, high blood pressure is not messing up my life, the lung thing makes me nervous to sleep sometimes, fearing I will simply stop breathing. And last, I have put over five or six years in on treating the high blood pressure, lost my ability to go to school on the junk, found something that worked only to now have it refused as a treatment option. I suggested if he was really worried about the high blood pressure, then he offer me a treatment plan that I can take. Damn, every time.
So, he did give me an anti-biotic treatment of some sort or other. Two of them today, then one a day for the next three days... or something like that. Directions are on the medicine. He also doubled my water pill in spite of me saying I only take it occasionally. Does anyone listen? I did not bother to discuss that, as I was pretty worn out by then. Double it or triple it, whatever, I am not taking any more of it than what I already take. *sigh* Oh, I did mention that, in looking at possible problems, cortisol came up as perhaps being a problem, even more than Cushing's Syndrome. Neither have actually been tested from what he can see. Why would you have such a problem, he asked? Let me see, sex abuse, child abuse, lots of fights, near death in the Navy, and a couple of suicides, oh, and dealing with my mother when she was suicidal by trying to help her walk off an overdose. Yeah, maybe something like that? And that I cannot relax, maybe? Yeah.
He also set me up for a number of tests and another consult with psychiatry, ostensibly to see about being put on Ritalin (which I already know they will not do so, I am not willing to lie to obtain them and will not jump through imaginary hoops again, ever). Why, I do not honestly know. Some of it is legitimately to see if the lungs have other problems, some of it is to check the heart. I wonder where I fit in the office dead pool? I almost bet I am shorter on the list, but having more data might make guessing easier. If I was normal. If I was normal, I would already be dead. Oh, yeah. He asked about my Ha1c. I noted that it was lower than the time before, at 5.6, well within range. I also told him that it means I am probably not diabetic. I told him I have been drinking regular soda and eating sweets (Orios!) for three to six months now. The look on medics faces when things are not right! I tried not to be snarky, for all I know next time it will be 8.0 or something. Still, since I am just dying, I will not let them have even one of my taste sensations, salt and sugar are back on the menu. Hurrrumph!
Still, I actually feel better for having done this. And, I do have something for the lungs. I did suggest that I have a LOT of bats in my house, and no real means of getting rid of them. He asked why I could not get rid of bats, like such a notion was silly. I suggested my ability to function, work, is very limited. Only more limited is my income. And that getting rid of bats was actually quite a chore, one pest control companies will not even guarantee. Doctors. They makes tons of money and have no clue about anything outside (or some might say variances in) medicine. Bah!
On the way home, after not having eaten more than a meal in the last two or three days, I decided to stop at my favorite restaurant. I ordered a skirt steak burrito. Since it was the lunch menu, I was expecting a petite, if well prepared and sauced, tortilla envelope. Nope. I got the big burrito! I was only able to eat half of it, the rest waits for my distended belly to normalize and empty. I thought I was hungry, and I was. But the stomach really shrinks after days, and weeks really, of rather irregular and light eating. I almost still hurt from half the burrito. I then stopped at the grocery store and bought a few essentials. Meat, milk, and soda.
I saw the ginger I like at the store. She reminds me why I like women. For whatever reason, some boys and some girls (and I think it starts at that level often) simply like each other. When they grow up, even though we are grown up, something more could happen. And, yeah, it could. But she is married and I have become a prude about such things. I suspect she actually knows this and so it is safe to be genial with me. Cats love to test the length and strength of the chains dogs are bound by. Ha! Still, I do enjoy light and natural flirtations. It gives me hope. Sort of like the light at the end of a tunnel. It might be an oncoming train, but as long as I die blissfully ignorant of the mistake, I am okay with that too. *grins* *stupid ear-to-ear grins?* *evil grins?* Bah!
Well, on to seeing who died, why, when, and whether they saw the light first. Blog reading IS the new daytime drama. Later.
.
Sleep has been so crazy the last few days, I was really worried about missing my appointment today. I went to bed early but could not sleep most of the night. Instead of getting up though, I just continued to rest. I can do that once in a while. That requires patients and a strange sort of fortitude. You do not believe me? Okay, some time when you are not capable of sleeping, go over, lay down, and make yourself comfortable. Now, stay there for eight to ten hours. Then shut it. Yep. In any case, I did get some sleep, but not until after 5:00. The alarm went off at 9:00, I reset it for 10:00. I did not really hear it, or consciously, or mostly, until about 10:30. With little time to prepare and go, I dithered almost beyond a reasonable time, and then some. Then again, I have no idea how long it takes to drive to the clinic. Every day I go is different. Traffic can be slow or fast, so an hour before I think I should go will get me there just in time and yet a few minutes late like today can find me there an half hour early. But, there I was, in more ways than one and on time, give or take.
The blood pressure is actually a bit better at 185/120 or 180/124 depending on which reading you like. My pulse was 110, not so good. This is a new doctor so I simply was not sure what to expect. As I said, I only went there for the lungs. And I had to keep reminding him of this. I told him directly that I consider myself on palliative care, at this point, so suggested he just stick to what he can service. He refused my suggestion that I am on palliative care. I thought about asking him what he calls the inability to treat a powerfully life threatening illness, but let it slide. He, instead, went over and over the high blood pressure issue. I told him that he was the umpteenth doctor who had been here, I told him that the medicines either do not work or the side effects are too severe. On and on. I only ever finally just barely got him to deal with the lungs.
After hearing my complaints, listening to the lungs, and fiddling on the machine, he asked if I was allergic to antibiotics. Not to my knowledge, and for short term I would suffer through allergies, I have been on much worse which I was supposed to take for the rest of my life in spite of it having no positive affect. Have you noticed doctors (not just him) spend half or more of their time fiddling with the computer? He asked, again, why I was so interested in taking care of my lungs with this other health issue hanging over my head. I simply told him there were three reasons. The first is, I have had high blood pressure for over a decade, this other is new. Second, high blood pressure is not messing up my life, the lung thing makes me nervous to sleep sometimes, fearing I will simply stop breathing. And last, I have put over five or six years in on treating the high blood pressure, lost my ability to go to school on the junk, found something that worked only to now have it refused as a treatment option. I suggested if he was really worried about the high blood pressure, then he offer me a treatment plan that I can take. Damn, every time.
So, he did give me an anti-biotic treatment of some sort or other. Two of them today, then one a day for the next three days... or something like that. Directions are on the medicine. He also doubled my water pill in spite of me saying I only take it occasionally. Does anyone listen? I did not bother to discuss that, as I was pretty worn out by then. Double it or triple it, whatever, I am not taking any more of it than what I already take. *sigh* Oh, I did mention that, in looking at possible problems, cortisol came up as perhaps being a problem, even more than Cushing's Syndrome. Neither have actually been tested from what he can see. Why would you have such a problem, he asked? Let me see, sex abuse, child abuse, lots of fights, near death in the Navy, and a couple of suicides, oh, and dealing with my mother when she was suicidal by trying to help her walk off an overdose. Yeah, maybe something like that? And that I cannot relax, maybe? Yeah.
He also set me up for a number of tests and another consult with psychiatry, ostensibly to see about being put on Ritalin (which I already know they will not do so, I am not willing to lie to obtain them and will not jump through imaginary hoops again, ever). Why, I do not honestly know. Some of it is legitimately to see if the lungs have other problems, some of it is to check the heart. I wonder where I fit in the office dead pool? I almost bet I am shorter on the list, but having more data might make guessing easier. If I was normal. If I was normal, I would already be dead. Oh, yeah. He asked about my Ha1c. I noted that it was lower than the time before, at 5.6, well within range. I also told him that it means I am probably not diabetic. I told him I have been drinking regular soda and eating sweets (Orios!) for three to six months now. The look on medics faces when things are not right! I tried not to be snarky, for all I know next time it will be 8.0 or something. Still, since I am just dying, I will not let them have even one of my taste sensations, salt and sugar are back on the menu. Hurrrumph!
Still, I actually feel better for having done this. And, I do have something for the lungs. I did suggest that I have a LOT of bats in my house, and no real means of getting rid of them. He asked why I could not get rid of bats, like such a notion was silly. I suggested my ability to function, work, is very limited. Only more limited is my income. And that getting rid of bats was actually quite a chore, one pest control companies will not even guarantee. Doctors. They makes tons of money and have no clue about anything outside (or some might say variances in) medicine. Bah!
On the way home, after not having eaten more than a meal in the last two or three days, I decided to stop at my favorite restaurant. I ordered a skirt steak burrito. Since it was the lunch menu, I was expecting a petite, if well prepared and sauced, tortilla envelope. Nope. I got the big burrito! I was only able to eat half of it, the rest waits for my distended belly to normalize and empty. I thought I was hungry, and I was. But the stomach really shrinks after days, and weeks really, of rather irregular and light eating. I almost still hurt from half the burrito. I then stopped at the grocery store and bought a few essentials. Meat, milk, and soda.
I saw the ginger I like at the store. She reminds me why I like women. For whatever reason, some boys and some girls (and I think it starts at that level often) simply like each other. When they grow up, even though we are grown up, something more could happen. And, yeah, it could. But she is married and I have become a prude about such things. I suspect she actually knows this and so it is safe to be genial with me. Cats love to test the length and strength of the chains dogs are bound by. Ha! Still, I do enjoy light and natural flirtations. It gives me hope. Sort of like the light at the end of a tunnel. It might be an oncoming train, but as long as I die blissfully ignorant of the mistake, I am okay with that too. *grins* *stupid ear-to-ear grins?* *evil grins?* Bah!
Well, on to seeing who died, why, when, and whether they saw the light first. Blog reading IS the new daytime drama. Later.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
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