The trip worked.

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The doctors didn't think my medicinal stoppage was all that keen.  Blood pressure was up to 210/141.  Fine.  But I explained that it was just... a thing, not a choice or new direction.  Living on my own... check.  Health is poor... check.  Medicines temporarily exacerbate the situation... check.  It does make sense.  I am simply not always free to do my will.  If I were, I wouldn't be spending my time at home.  I would either be out doing things I want to do, back in school, exploring additional revenue streams, or in a job.  So they have put me back on medicine, at half the dose I had worked up to with carvedilol, the rest at full speed as I had been doing, and wanted to see me in a week.

The intern was intent on getting me on blood thinners, since I had a "history" of arrhythmia.  I was trying to remember where I had heard that before, after he said it the first time.  When he came back the next time I remembered.  It was that pesky femoNP who had pronounced this heretofore undiagnosed condition.  In spite of being seen at the heart clinic for years, and them not catching it, and not catching it today while listening specifically for it, I suggested the diagnosis was bogus.  The intern kept wanting to add a blood thinner.  The senior doctor looked and me and already knew the answer.  So he handled the pup, didn't even bring the topic up, and that was that.  Good to be king... and at least somewhat understood, and heard, even without words.

They may mock my blog, what I have to say, and the rest.  But in person?  Not so much.  More, they know I know they look.  Well, some of them.  *grins*  I don't think the intern had a clue.  Then again... the lads balls may not have dropped yet.  A common problem for those in the medical and academic fields.  Sometimes they never drop, especially these young ones.  Probably sit to pee too.  Ha!

Afterward, I decided there was enough time for a meal.  I remember a breakfast place I liked and... roughly headed that way.  Having been up all night, mostly, and not remembering exactly where it was... it's been a few years since I last visited... I tried, again, to use my smartphone as a guide.  After several failures trying to get it to work on the fly, without instructions, I was able to get it to work this time.  After breakfast, I decided to head to where I meant to go for my personal task.  Closed.

I was invited back next week, and I said I would be there.  Blood tests, again, as usual.  No problem.  They weren't sure if I would come back, if I could.  I am pretty sure I can.  I just need to be sure to get my medicines started.  Not right before I go to bed, but in the "morning".  As well, with a week to check on things, I am hoping to find a "shop" I have been seeking, one that will definitely be open, and at a time that works.  Some seem to be open early, as in 7:00.  While that would make it tight getting to the hospital and blood draw by 8:30, it might have to do.  Other "shop" seemed to be open at noon.  I'll be making some calls.  As well, I will be checking my finances to see if snow shoes are this or next month.

Bedtime, I do believe.  It's hitting 24 hours up.  You know, I get the distinct feeling that doctors are used to me being compliant, from exhaustion.  They think they can still tinker with me.  They are frustrated that I don't let them run the show, basically telling them to piss off about some things, including androgen medications, blood thinners I don't need, and oh... returning the bogus diagnosis sleep apnea device next week.  It didn't help the two months I used it.  And the last week or two of use, I was blowing the face piece off, causing me to have ruinous sleep.  I think they are just trying to supply vets with unneeded supplies and devices as a part of the "stimulus".  Then again, I am not sure they believe I even have a problem.  They always question it, even knowing the heart is bad?  The V.A. is what you will be getting when Zerocare is fully implemented, so don't laugh.  But if you do fix Zerocare, would you mind fixing the V.A. while you are at it?  Pretty please?

Later.