It's sort of working.

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Medicine is hit or miss.  I just can't worry, only do what I can with what I have.  It was closer to midnight than 23:00 before I made it to bed.  And while no amount of focus, what little there was to be had at bedtime, could wake me before the alarm, the alarm itself did stir me from slumber.  A bit of coffee first thing, which I needed.  Yesterday was coffeeless as I hadn't ground the beans in a bit, and simply couldn't get to it.  Minor headache and sluggishness combined and ensued.  Later in the day I finally ground a fresh batch and had a cup which settled things.  Cold coffee remnants are good enough for me.  Better than fresh and hot, usually.  It's still not cold enough out there that hot coffee is needed as a brace against the natural notions.

What to do today?  You know, I simply don't know.  Right now I am just, and simply, and purely, breathing which takes me from moment to moment.  Trapped, indeed, inside this prison of flesh.  My body, I think, is somewhat able.  I simply cannot reach out and grab the controls.  Then again, for all I really know, the body is weaker than I know.  I never can tell until a window pops and I can manipulate the controls and then, eventually or quickly at times, get positive or negative feedback.

I received an addition to my prayer list.  A man had a heart attack, and will be going in to surgery.  Prayers, of course, followed.  If any of you have extra room in your prayer list for another, I would ask you to add him.  All I know is that he is Michelle W.'s father, he had a heart attack, and he will be going in for bypass, or double, or more, surgery.  Small print makes it difficult to read, more so in the morning, but...  His heart is function is critical, down to 25%, they hope to improve it.  I pray also for the family.

After reading that I realized... that is better than my heart has been for twenty four of my last twenty five years.  Depending on which doc talks to me, I am told I have 30-38% function now.  Sometimes things don't make sense.  At least I can more than sympathize with him.  Though, I think luckily, surgery can actually help him, potentially.  I do, strongly, pray that it works.  It's a rough place to be.

Hmm... medicine, then the girls fed in about an hour, and... who knows what else.  Probably just breathing until I sleep again, hopefully after a full day awake, if maybe a nap if need be.  Good day.