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I have heard nothing from my friend.  I'm not really peeved at him.  Perhaps they have had to keep him longer, perhaps his sister got involved and took the show over.  I've got a mom, I know how that can work.  Mom, sister, daughter, wife, girlfriend... when you are low they can be like bulldozers.  By the time you know what happened you are sleeping it off somewhere.  That is, again, assuming they didn't decide to do something right then and there.  Perhaps they saw that his valve was cracked, and that was what was losing blood, and the micro heart attack opened it so that it was spilling far to fast.  No choice.  Dunno, haven't heard, but since it's his surgical potential I feel much more inclined to be fanciful!  :p

At about 11:00 or noon or... something... this changing schedule stuff is for the birds by the way.  I slept rather lightly, too.  But I did not hear anyone knock at the door, or the doorbell, or get a phone call.  But I found the medicine out back, in a sealed container, on the rocks.  It was amazingly cool given that they set the thing in the sun.  I almost through out the icey packs, but... thought to check.  Reusable?  Waste not want not, same with the packing they came in.  Excellent for little things.  I was told I needed to be here, that I needed to sign.  And yet no serious knock, or even a call?  Nothing liking grinding my innards about this and that to simply dump and run.  Don't really care as long as I received the stuff.  I just hate the melodrama I am often faced with to find out how... silly it all was.  Bleh.

I brought Sam in, to her minor consternation, before my nap.  She slept up with me, as did Sassy.  The girls are getting full access for a few days.  While Sam likes coming in as much as a child likes to be put to bed, her fussing is weak and she ends up enjoying the time in.  I actually found the medicine when I let Sam back out.  I had no clue it was here until then.  I'll let her be out for a few hours, until I water a few dry patches.  She is doing better, mostly.  She is eating a bit more, but still mostly just treats... Hmm, no, I did catch her eating dry food.  Oddly she is staying away from wet food, her favorite.  I wonder if my brand put out a bad batch?  Hmm, not so much.  Sassy would have gotten sick as well.  Probably.  Just... wondering.

The hard part about changing my schedule around isn't just sleeping and waking, but the general feel that I am off, up at the wrong time, and uncomfortable.  I think my body conforms to being awake and asleep when it is comfortable for it to be so.  Whether it wants to play in the heat, or avoid it, whether by feel or physical need, either, I can't tell.  I wonder, when I push to be awake at times that are at variance with how things turn out, if I am stressing my health.  It might seem odd to you.  But when you realize most people don't survive my health, even with the 6% improvement, on medication and with treatment, for more than three to four years while I have survived for 21 years before treatment and between two and three years of treatment now... you have to wonder if there isn't something innate to how I do things that helps my struggle for survival.  When being a rock is needed, fine.  Otherwise, be a willow.  Now, being a rock with the qualities of the willow?  Ba-by!  :p

Blathering, just woke.  Not... my... fault.  Later.

Oh, I figured out why SiteMeter and Google Analysis are so far off Bloggers own stats... They don't, mostly, include foreign clicks.  Historically about 1/5th to 1/7th of my hits are foreign.  Russian are mostly suspect, if I think some of the hackers have learned to enjoy, or mockingly so read, my posts.  I can tell if they are "working" or not by which post they zing.  Now, Singapore, Malaysia, and whatever, are highly suspect.  Britain, Spain, Germany...  Unknown.  A bit suspect but not beyond the realm of possible simple interest matching up or folks I might have happened to know looking in.  It is a very small little world, even when you throw heaven and hell into the pot... given that time is a function only as the womb is.  Never le mind.