Sometimes it's fast.

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Sometimes, when I begin to function, I can do whole boatloads of work all at once, in seemingly an instant (or day).  Not this time.  Still, bits and pieces of work are going forward.  A bit of prep yesterday, two loads of dishes, a load through the wash and some laundry that was in the dryer were reviewed.  Three shirts have heavy spots in them.  I've washed them three times now, to no avail (on cold).  I am pre-treating them this time.  Though perhaps the shirts are simply to be written off.  I have an hour until the next load of laundry needs to be changed.  I will probably do the change out, then just rest, doing more of the dishes after the next laundry cycle.  It just isn't fast this time.

While my lungs don't feel waterlogged, I am still somewhat suspicious that I am retaining too much fluid again.  That might be the problem, too.  Too much water is brutal even when it doesn't block the lungs.  I do believe I am going to add a bit more of the water pill.  Actually, I had cut the water pill by a third, from when I used to take it.  At that time, for whatever reason, I was needing to drink a ton of fluid.  This time that isn't the case.  Still, perhaps I cut it too much.  And, as with all things, over time the situation will change.  Ah well.  I'm working on things.

Good day.