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In the technical arena, gmail has become inaccessible. The link I had been using leads to nowhere. I searched for other links via web searches. The same results. As well, I am not sure if blogger has killed comments, but it may have. I don't know if I am flying blind. I wonder if it has to do with outing Joseph Stalin as a non-excommunicated Jesuit Priest?
Health is also troubled. Some of it is from trying to push nights to days. I'm getting there, it has some costs associated with it. Bones and joints from the waist up, a couple of headaches somehow... one interior, one from bones. At least neither is a migraine. Still having difficulty eating. Oh, and missing meds. In part due to stretching my day, in part because that is causing confusion.
Ugh.
Getting to work is difficult. Perhaps, as I am sorting things, odds will improve. Some decisions were finally made, which will help. First, no ski pass... this year. It is so reasonable that I will save for it, including lessons and equipment rental. If I go often enough I will eventually buy my own gear. I just can't do it yet, and, as I see it, either all at once or not at all.
Expenses skyrocket if done in parts. With five lessons and a year, it sits at ~$500, with rental. Take out rental, it lowers initial cost but individual rental for just the lessons and you are at a comparative dollar loss. Whole hog or stay home. So... swimming. If a decision there, too. I will probably go with whoever can do smaller batch passes. No contracts. Then I will go with several, so if my schedule is good for a particular one, or if one is busy, I have options.
It may seem strange, but the pressure leading to more complex decisions can be extremely vexing, taxing, even leading to exacerbated health issues. Between nearing a day schedule, and having decided several issues, I can now try to move forward. I have also set up an echo cardiogram and dental appointment, plus am trying to call my V.A. doc about fast acting insulin. If I have to do something, which seems likely, my other doc and myself want that path. If I have to try to go over, under, or around her, unfortunately that is what I will do. Yeah, another stress. And her nurse wasn't in or taking messages. Ugh.
So... messy. But trying to get things sorted. Bleh. Later.
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