Yeah, well...

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The plan is to work.  Although, I just realized what is probably the problem, and will be for a bit.  The last time I set my medicines up, I added carvedilol.  That stuff is like taking thirty pounds of buckshot in the derriere.  Until it is up to speed, it... is a loadstone.  I am at half dose, currently.  I can go up in portions or just double in a couple weeks to a month.  It is like shifting gears, only the results take weeks to months.  In the intervening time, I don't just stall always, more often than not I drop... a little to a lot.

I was wondering what I was caught up on.  I was sure I should have been back to things by now.  I set up my medicines, but didn't start them, in part I think with this in mind.  Then when I did start, I had conveniently forgotten what might happen.  Even the aches.  I don't know if the stuff makes me sleep harder, but my neck and shoulders are out.  That is where most of the pain is derived, and minor headaches from those.  At least I know now.

Even so, I'm keeping my list going.  Haven't done a thing on it, and am adding more.  I would like to clean the place back up to where I was at it's peak.  Oh, I am losing days while I am at it.  Yes, this medicine, while cycling on and then up, will destroy my regularity, in the short run.  My life was never easy.  It has just become more complicated and difficult.  And, yet, what I have is what I have.  I'll keep going.

Today?  To be honest there are only four things I'd like to work out.  First is a shower.  Second is getting the dishes collected one final time and get those going.  Then some time on the snow shoes, first right here in the cave.  If I feel I can walk in them well enough on flat and level, I'll go outside.  If I have energy after that, I may either attempt to level the dryer, collect trash and get it out, or maybe both.  There is no guarantee on any of it.  Still, that is where I am at.  Now that I know what one of the major catches is, I might just be able to sidle around that roadblock.  It really does help to know.

A little waking first.  Oh, yeah, I did make my bed already.  Trying to do that first thing so that I don't have to drag back to it.  Processes are as important to change as items, spaces, and else.  More important, probably.  Hey, that bed won't win any prizes for being pretty, but it is neat enough that even my mother would, generally, given my nature, give it a gold star.  Still hate, because, you know, she wants it right and ready and... but she finally knows.  Boys will never be girls, and never be her.  Though I don't think she is her, just closer than most.  :p

Good day.