Water pill, really?

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Yeah, I've been meaning to up the dose of the water pill for some time.  Recently I started suspecting that it wasn't enough.  Still, it takes a while to get to things.  Something about mind fog, confusion.  Others could see it as lazy, but that just doesn't make sense.  Nor does the notion that I lack intelligence, at least in these types of cases.  No, the problem is I can't see myself from understanding to the application.  Something in there just doesn't happen.  Never mind, I finally upped the dosage of the water pill yesterday.  I have been draining like a swamp!  And I am beginning to feel much better again.  I am going through a bit of a transition though, which is causing a pretty good headache.  Never worry about that.

I have started cycling laundry through, I am in the process of redoing the dishes.  The first wash was not satisfactory.  I am getting very close to being done with the dishes.  Almost all dishes, pots, and pans, are either washed or soaking.  Laundry will take a bit longer, another day I suspect, but I am getting that well in hand too.  After these things I will go on to clean the rest of my home.  And all of this is just prep for doing some serious work next week outdoors.

I may actually go to plastic or disposable plates and plastic utensils, at least at times where I am going to have little time to focus on home upkeep.  That could help quite a bit.  Being up or down is both a physical and psychological thing, and not being able to keep the home up is depressing.  But I only have just so much capacity.  So, limiting some things while I try to do others will increase both my pleasure with life, my ability to work when that is possible, and truly lead to a lot more being done.  Having a clean and neat home really sets life up to be much easier.

It's amazing what half a pill more of something can do though.  Just a tad more and life goes from extremely difficult to simple, overnight, literally.  I just wish I knew, every time, exactly what dosage would work.  There simply isn't an absolute code, no tests to run, sometimes no indication whatsoever... save an inkling.  Further, when ill, it is difficult to think about what the problem might be, and even when the problem becomes suspected making the simple change is not as easy as it might seem.  When one is so busy just trying to hold on, reaching for that next rung doesn't seem possible.  It comes down to finding a nice quiet time, when fear and need aren't crushing all other possibilities, to then take that tentative reach.

I still find it amazing that I haven't simply quit.  It would be so very easy.  *surrender*  I almost hear whispered in the wind.  Never.  You'll have to beat me, fair and square.  And even then, I wouldn't count on winning ever being quite what you think.  *grins*  Just a little mind thing going on here, and I'm relating it.

Hmm, I'll change out the laundry, goof for about an hour or two, finish the dishes, then a shower etc. before maybe heading to town.  I may not get to town, but... if not today, tomorrow.  I'm getting very close.