Closer.

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Closer to death.  Every health issue I have is maxxing in the negative.  B.P., pulse, blood sugar, and maybe some other things.  On top of those is reacclimation and either pneumonia or the flu... or both.

I thought to hold off doing anything for a while.  But I had to deal with business and the doc.  I rested otherwise, holding off medicines.  Nothing was improving.  It was all getting worse, the coughing was exacerbating everything.  I feared what medicine would do.  It was my only play left.

Miraculously medicine helped.  I am far from back to trim.  The cough occurs with regularity, I am having explosive bloody noses and migraines still often if both frequency and intensity have much diminished.  Ido have a low-grade fever, not from the leg infection but from the flu/pneumonia/flu+pneumonia, easy to tell as the leg is healing.

Oddly, I have lost 20 pounds.  I ate grandly at my mom´s home.  And it was mostly the wrong stuff.  That doesn't make sense.  Oh, and  found my invitation.  It was for July, 29th.  So either I was not really invited or fill in the blank as to what else might have gone wrong.  I will call if I ever feel good again.

This  sore throat and fiery lungs aren't helping, and I am still sore as hell from the extended driving due to construction and getting lost in that a few times.  I am not healing with all else wrong.

I´ll keep at it.

One last thing.  In two  years, maybe four as things can go, assuming I survive this and time, Iwill be moving.  Ilove the notion of Alaska if Iam not sure that is possible.  Something could dramatically speed or slow the process, mind you.  I have simply realized some things.  Gotta go.