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Coming to take me away.  Haha  They are coming to take me away.  Hoho...

Idiot doctors.  They consider my fogginess a psych issue, saying it has nothing to do with the heart, even at end stage heart failure?  Really?  What kind of idiots are these people.  I looked around the waiting room, after having to, again, again, again, validate, that, yes indeed I do have an appointment with the heart transplant clinic.  That broad can't remember a face she has seen, and questioned about signing in, at least a dozen times?  Really?  That is a serious lack of recall, worse even than mine!  Send HER to psych!

Oh, right.  I looked around the waiting room.  There were three other guys my age.  Their hearts couldn't be in worse shape.  All of them being towed around by a wife.  All of them on oxygen.  Really?  And, what, these guys cook for themselves, clean, and take care?  I doubt if one of them even drove to the clinic, let alone could learn calculus, diffy q, or take calculus based physics!  Foggy?  Of course I'm foggy.  My damned heart doesn't work and I don't have anyone to feed me the pills, and that is only a problem when I fall off them.  The nurse (practitioner) asked me about psych, so I pretty much, politely, told her to blow.  So, she brings in the doc, one I haven't met before.  As if he would have a chance.  I told him to blow AND choke.  I don't deal with quacks, pseudo sciences, or the incompetent.  I'm not sure which psychology/psychiatry fits better, but I think it could easily be 100% of each.

I work on a simple principle.  Either something works, or it does not work.  How someone feels makes zero difference, unless we are discussing mechanical pain that needs to be alleviated.  Bottom line, do either of those pseudo sciences do anything to get people back to work, to function, to health, or do they not.  In my case, beside ignoring my real health issue and treating it, their medicines merely numbing my understanding of what was wrong, they didn't see me one ounce more functional.  As such, and given that they missed a clear, obvious, and severe medical condition, I discount them wholesale... retail too I suppose, or whatever floats your boat.

If you want to be mentally healthy, engage with people, take care of yourself and your duties, enjoy your life rightly, and tend what is wrong physically and spiritually.  Psychology is dead to both the physical and the spiritual.  It is a gross encroach on what it doesn't understand, can't fix, and doesn't care about... the client.  They are in it to sell pills or charge talking time.  I would have better luck going to a fortune teller or phrenologist.  Some of them believe what they are doing as well, and probably have a better scientific grounding to boot... somehow.

No, the heart medicine, when it is at level, does an excellent job.  If he is telling the truth, and other patients don't share these problems with the medication, I would guess he doesn't serve many breeds, or breeds like me.  They are just starting to finally figure out that not every species of man is the same.  They don't all react the same to medication, they don't all behave the same to other stimulus.  They are beginning to go beyond political correctness, if dreadfully, painfully, slowly.  Most medical and other academics are the true knuckle-draggers, refusing to understand what they are seeing right in front of them.  Perhaps, someday, they will not only agree to reality, but begin exploring it.  Bleh.

Bp was high, when I got there.  I was able to bring it down with a little rest of the eyes.  But it still isn't quite where it should be.  Blood syrum is still elevated but... one thing at a time.  I didn't get much else done today.  A new phone, but I shouldn't have had to pay for it, being that they have been well overpaid.  But they could only use some of the over-balance, or so the manager said.  Still, I was able to get the phone and the peripherals I wanted, and they still owe me over $400.  It's the Samsung Galaxy Note III.  I just like that it is the biggest phablet on the market.  It's still small in my hand, a bit, but...  It's as good as it gets.  Car charger, battery charge pack, headsets, a case I can live with, and a warranty with virus protection.

I then stopped for a bite to eat.  A Mexican joint, but a better one.  I wasn't sure about the hottest of choices, but after asking a few questions I did go for it.  No hotter than my habanero sauce, and I got some on the side to sample.  Perfect, actually.  I think the lass that answered my questions, and then brought me some, thought I had over-maneuvered and would regret it.  She was in stunned silence as I chowed down with nary a complaint, or request for milk, just consuming my tea at my usual pace.  My guess is it is too hot for her.  Well, and she saw a gringo, not Doom.  :)  I needed it.  Their hot sauce, like mine, is really only a medium heat for my pallet.  That said, I think I have decided medium is good enough.  I'm not going to mess with anything hotter.  I just don't feel the need to test it, push it, or such.  It works.  No heartburn, no reflux, I didn't even boil over and start to sweat.  Okay, my hot sauce, that I make, is probably a touch hotter.  So... there.  Like I woman, I underestimate what I can do.  Like a man, I test it.  It's a trick that throws people, especially chiquita who think they are so smart.  :)  Ah, but it was cute, watching her expect a fail only to see me sail right through.  Yum!

Later!