I hope things improve.

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Upping the dose to 10 mg did seem to show signs of improvement.  I couldn't do more.  I simply feel and felt better, from the start.  Perhaps it will take some time for a therapeutic level, perhaps the weather/season is simply playing havoc with life.  I need to check blood pressure every day for a while.  Checking weight a few times a week is fine, now that it has become rock steady.  Just to make sure.  Testing blood sugar will continue, if only a few times a week.

I simply can't be sure if anything will help.  The blood pressure and heart pills I am taking are extremely hardcore.  Most people who take them are... being tended or are simply hospitalized or in nursing care.  My extremes go from being somewhat active to being catatonic, and lately it has been closer to the latter.  Two or three cloudy days, plus rain, has dampened the spirits.  Yet, as I suggested, today was a pretty good day.  There are two things to look at, for me, direction and location.  Today was rather down, but with a very good direction.

The hope is to be to the pool tomorrow.  If blood pressure looks good, or even if it doesn't, but I have it to give, I would like to get in.  I have some other things I would like to, and need to, do, as well.  A bit of shopping, a visit, and some mail needs to go out.  I have been getting to bed at a decent time, but waking later and later.  I will be setting the alarms for in the morning.  One for 7:00, the other for 8:00 or 9:00.  Ugh.

Ah, but how about something to dream about.  The first two women to catch my interest still haunt my thoughts.  Mae West was one of the first, as was Marilyn Monroe.  As I have told before, at 3 years of age I swore I would marry Marilyn.  She was long gone by that time, a tragic first lesson in love.  Television, you see, allows for that.  I actually liked Mae best, but even my young eyes knew... that wouldn't work.

I just like dames.  If she isn't the prettiest, then she ought to be witty.  If she isn't smart, clever or funny will do.  Tall, short, medium, blond, redhead, brunette, that's all I ask.  A little plump, right in the middle, perhaps somewhat skinny, but I do have limits that way if I have a prejudice.  Neither extreme, she has to have a figure.  Slim hipped girl childs and their opposites aren't interesting to me.  I suppose the one other thing I expect, then will pay for, is that she be feminine.  Boy have I payed!  While it is fine for a woman to be many things, it is not satisfactory for her to be androgynous, or worse, masculine.  I have a way of... bringing femininity right out of a woman though.  Usually not an issue.  A quarter of my loves had suggested they were lesbians, or I had heard such before introductions.  If my health doesn't improve I may yet have to find one.  If it does, perhaps on my way I will find one on the road.  One is enough these days, mostly.

Good night.  Most pleasant dreams.