It sometimes amazes me.

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How can I go from being in horrible shape, being confused and distraught, to hitting a stride that is as good as it gets.  A few days back on meds, mostly, and I am like a new man.  Yeah, medicines can help, especially as I have arranged them.  Doctors can't be left to their own devices, but if they offer certain medicines, and you use due diligence, figuring what works with what they offer and your body, plus obtains the numbers they are looking for, you... well... you won't walk out of this alive, but you might just live a little longer and more meaningfully.  But you have to do your part.  Given, if you are ill enough, sometimes, all on your own, you won't always be able to do your part.  A helping hang really would be good.  No less than if you are well.  A helping hand is something we all need from time to time.

I have been messing with my foot as well.  No matter how good I was beginning to feel, if I couldn't put my foot in socks and a boot or shoe, it simply wouldn't matter.  And, until yesterday, that wasn't possible.  After another shower, and letting that soak, then spending a good deal of time figuring out what hurt, and why, I did a bit of doctoring.  I found that the major problem was a cuticle spike.  I was able to gently trim that so as to be able to bandage it.  After that worked for a while, I added a sock.  All good.  It looks like I should be able to travel, as a driver or passenger.  Next is to figure out when, where, and how.  I might even try to locate lodging and stay a few days.  You don't know what it's like to be that close to death and all alone.  I do.  His sister may be there, but it's nice to see other faces, especially if this is going to be his time.  I don't like that, but... I think I can handle that now.  He won't just become a ghost without a name and face now, either.  If that's how it goes.  It's the nameless and faceless ones that... are the problem.

I have also been trying to push my days and nights into correct order.  Waking at midnight doesn't sound great, but it should give me an easy to noon, and a little more drawn out until 18:00~20:00.  That should be enough for a trip, finding lodging, and crashing... then daily visits for a bit.  So much work for such a simple seeming thing.  It feels like I am running through mud, sand, and water.  But it is coming together.  And it isn't killing me, it's bringing me back from my own edge.

Anyway, that is how things are going.  I might head out to grab a meal, then tinker on the machine to keep life going.  I called the other friend, who may be traveling with me, or vice versa, or we may go down as a minor convoy.  No answer.  Then again, I wasn't sure there would be.  Late as it is.  I'll try at 6:00, then 8:00, and if need be 10:00... the latter would be pushing a trip tomorrow.  So after 8:00 I may try to call my ill friend's sister for more information.  Yeah... I know.  Not sure, yesterday, I could have even planned this out.  So, it's good enough to go, if I can find an exact address, visitation times and permission, and perhaps an inexpensive local room to let.  I'd do it for any of my folk, if I knew.  Later.