Swimming just couldn't happen today.

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I did get to bed early enough, and oddly I slept quite well.  I even woke reasonably well if I was moving as slow as molasses in January.  I headed out a little late.  Then I got to my turnoff, headed down it, and saw traffic backed up for... a very long way!  I was just going to be barely on time, without this.  It turned out that the blockage was merely a block further along the path I was taking, so while it was backed up for probably a mile, I was able to get through traffic pretty quickly.  Though what I can't figure out is why, when people get beyond a traffic problem, they continue to drive slower!  There isn't even anything to gawk at.  I just... don't... get... other drivers.  Drive!

I ended up being six minutes late, max, which was fine.  I only saw the nurse.  She drew blood, a panel and an A1C (long term blood sugar).  She did take my blood pressure three times.  It started out at 151/101 and lowered each time by half the difference until the final reading was 120/85 or such.  That is the lowest they have ever seen it with their own eyes on their equipment.  Since I didn't see the doc I couldn't ask about exercise expenses, though I am not sure he could do much, or would be the one to ask.  That might require, if even possible, a specialist to rubber stamp such a thing.  I hadn't met this nurse before.  She was looking at me funny the whole time.  A cross between fear, and dislike, and... even sympathy if it seemed more for my health.  Well, throw in some disbelief.  People in my condition aren't supposed to look like even middle-aged athletes.  She had a whole smorgasbord of emotions emanating from her.  All good, for me, psychically, it is akin to a chef walking into a sublime eatery... so much to... consider.  Wait, did that plate that just passed... was that steamed fennel root with allspice and lemon?  Did those ribs smell of hot and sour spices?  I just enjoy... figuring these things.  Both sorts, actually.

Anyway, I was crashing before I got half way home.  I decided to eat to see if that would help, knowing I would have an hour and an half to get that sorted before swimming.  It didn't, if having some food helped marginally in other ways, like staying awake since I ate relatively small.  I knew swimming was out by the time I was half way home.  It is more that early rise that got me.  I'd love to take a nap, and may end up having no choice.  Instead I am going to make a grab for a full day.  If I can't make it to 13:00, I'll take a short pillow nosedive.  Bleh, though.  Later.