Painless?

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The drive was splendid.  I would say it felt like... 52 F or better, even through the sprinkles of rain today.  Traffic was reasonable in method and numbers.  I arrived ten to fifteen minutes early and was seen almost immediately.  I have the same doc (P.A.) I had last time, which is a good thing.  Generally I trust him, if I still don't believe him.  Two different things.  No blood work was wanted, so my fasting had been unnecessary.  Though if I hadn't fasted, they would have gotten all gnarly.  They play games, all doctors do.  I think even they know, for the most part, that it doesn't really matter.  Much of their advice isn't good, or at least won't work, for most of the people they give it to.  I just go in because it was asked of my and to keep some kind of... opening for any real issues.  Believe what you wish, I certainly do.

On the way home I stopped at my favorite stop in Logan.  Angie's is just a great place to eat.  I call it a greasy spoon, but don't take that to mean quality isn't there.  It is just reminiscent of those, in all the good ways.  The food is like home cooked or better, portions are "healthy(tm)", and service is fast and painless.  The last three times I have eaten there, in an unusual series of events, I have ordered the same thing.  For some reason Sicilian omelets have been the thing.  A side of bacon this time though, four pieces, thank you.  Oh, and I ordered an eight piece bucket of chicken to go, so when I start working on the drywall I won't have to tinker with food much.  Their chicken reminds me of what KFC used to taste like, if memory serves (that is a good thing).  After breakfast a quick stop in the grocery store.  Milk, soda (4 x 12 @ $10), and... some other things. Soda is mostly for when my coffee production breaks down though, now. That is a month of two of soda, usually.

Everything today has been painless.  Easy.  Kind.  I must be dying.  Heh!  Well, probably not.  I am still tired as all get out.  No, if this were the painlessness before death thing I wouldn't even be, or notice being, tired.  I've been there before.  It is quite peaceful as you die.  The run up to it can be havoc, but not those last few (or many if the pain of death fades) breaths.  Blood pressure was much higher there than here, by 20+ points top and bottom.  At 170/130 vs 151/103 they were considering giving me something to lower it (which I would have taken).  When I told them that it was not only normal, but even at that it is one of the lower bps I have had in a while, they decided not to treat me.  I really must twitch them out.  Over a decade, I tell them.  You would think it would eventually sink in that I ain't a regular critter.  At least from my conversations, I am understanding that most people with a bp like that die, or at least fail, very very quickly... weeks, days, hours, not decades and still going.

I'll just take the good day thing.  I had thought to try to get to the drywall patch today.  That isn't going to happen, if for no other reason than that it being rather overcast, the light back there is too dim for my tastes, intent, whatnot.  To top it though, I am tired.  I won't nap for a bit, but I might have to hit the pillows before too long.  I'll try to tinker through my game.  That game is getting just a wee frustrating.  There sometimes simply are no clues to where to go, it isn't obvious, tracking down where to even figure out where to go, or even how to get there even when you do figure out where to go, has become a bit lamely intensive.  While not necessarily a genius, I can tell by most of the walkthroughs I have watched on YouTube that I am far above those averages.  The other problem is reading a walkthrough is difficult as tired as I am, and often they aren't any more complete.  Still... it's... something.

Later.