That might have been it.

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Well, or part of it.  This last time at the heart doc, they lowered the "water pill".  I guess I have been too busy being null and void to have noticed, until thinking back on it, but I now believe the waterworks had tapered off.  It hadn't stopped, outright.  It simply wasn't keeping up.  Of course, that fluid has to go somewhere, my internals paid the price.  It seems, however, that everything caught up, or at least the work chit has been put in and the job has started.  A couple of heavy unloads last night and another this morning will hopefully see me back to health much more quickly than I had anticipated.

Down, as it turns out, at about 23:00.  I didn't set the alarm, simply I didn't remember.  I was already waking at 6:00 or so when my mother called.  I heard the phone and sort of roughly hurried.  When you just wake up, the whole notion of hurrying and doing anything successful are both sort of funny.  While I don't literally stumble around like a newborn fawn, for as slowly as my mind and body work within reality, I might as well.  What happens in those seconds between thinking to do something and actually doing it I can only guess, though I am pretty sure it has nothing to do with an acrobatic routine.  Probably just staring off into the space right before me.  Oh, others have it worse.  This morning it was only just long enough to miss the call.  But this danged phone only rings once or twice then cuts it... or maybe my mom means to just leave a message.  She... is always a little nervous about talking to me, much like you reading here are never quite sure...  Read or not read, read or... run away screaming into the hills.  Doom is on another rampage.  Geronimo I understand, you all?  Not so much.  He needed booze, I just need the so-called news.

The body was waking anyway.  And the bladder was pushing, seemingly familiarized with the new lower dose and with much to do for that, Sam walking on my bladder (yeah, the little demoness knows when and where to walk on poppo in the mornings), plus my body telling me that seven hours was enough for our purposes, and I am up.  The back is still a little sore, the innards still feel like someone inserted an industrial hand mixer, and the headache from the other pain stresses (nothing like kicking a lying dog), are present and accounted for, just not so red hot as yesterday.  A few more days and I might be back to the good ol' blahs.  *laughs*  Hey, it ain't great, grand, delightful, but it's what I've got, it could be worse, and I don't mind.  I've learned some things.

I did call her back.  Another package, this time unopened.  Which is fine, really.  I didn't mind her opening those hats, as I wanted her to have them for her use.  And another package is for opening.  But the one today and another will be for Christmas.  She used to let us open one on Christmas eve, so that works.  Then one on Christmas day.  Perfect.  Other than that, all is good there.  Snow, a bit, as here.  And the cold.  But winter above some line in the proverbial sand means cold and snow, how much of either is... another question.

I best get to waking.  Took my bp today, and meant to take blood sugar but couldn't find my tester.  I'll root around for it until I find it.  Start doing morning rituals as I learn to make myself presentable each morning on top of it.  I'm a-trying.  I'm a-working at things.  Later.

A little morning fun, and thought.  Oh, go on.  There is nothing in there that will spook, upset, or otherwise harm you.  Mostly.  *grin*

I don't get the first one.  I don't see it.  The others I get though.  ymmv