From bad to worse.

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At least online.  Now I cannot view youtube videos.  They simply won't play.  Not on my blog, not on their site.  Right before they quit playing, they were trying to force 30 second advertisements.  If that is the choice, I will go without youtube.

I had thought to go to bed.  I decided to push on past a bit, in order to perhaps call that doctor today.  I have no idea when that office will open.  I am hoping it will be around 8:00, 8:30 at the latest.  I called to see if a message would indicate office hours, but no such luck.

My mother called.  I think she was hoping for a normal talk.  It has been years, probably closing on a decade, since I have been in such dire straits.  She wondered if I had been having seizures or passing out lately.  I had to laugh.  Other than the problems from dropping medicine a little to quickly, and dropping dosages once I got back on medicine, even with that actually, I am doing better, healthwise, since I became ill.  No, it's not ideal, my condition(s).  Yet I am far better than I have been from about thirty years ago until about a year or two ago.  No good deed goes unpunished it seems.

I'll let her know if this other doctor works out or not.  If not it means I probably won't be traveling.  Can't drive without a drivers license.  Well, you can.  But I won't be.  I'll be cleaning and putting the rig up for sale, and figuring out how to trim my possessions, and get those to Alaska.  Everything else will simply have to take care of itself.  Yeah, really.  I don't have much of a choice myself.  You can't live in the country, on your own, without wheels.  It's too much to ask to have people take you in for shopping, or shop for you, in my opinion.

It sounds like an appointment is likely.  That doesn't mean treatment is likely.  Getting tired.  I sure wish I knew when the office opened.  Later, or just good night.  I don't think I'll be blogging until after my next sleep cycle.
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I did make the call, and the appointment is arranged.  I don't know if it will work out, but I know what it will cost, upfront.  It's my last chance.  If this doesn't work, life gets a lot more complicated and uncomfortable after that.  Drawing down insulin, and the rest of the medicine, yet trying to figure out how to get out.  It'll be ugly, might still take a year, but I will get it done.  Life has gotten just a little tight.  While it might not seem like it's possible, I have had many times as rough of situations.  At least this time I know what really is wrong, not some boggy b.s. psych. diagnosis.  I can work with a known, not so much an unknown.

I will need glasses too.  I am looking at options for that as well.  At least two pair, but maybe a third, if two of them can be standard, with one bifocal.  I can live without the latter still, mostly.  The others will get me through standard affairs, as backups.  Though two or three?  Depends on price.  Good night.