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As busy as life gets it has been for the last few days. So, too, tired. Too tired to post.
Yesterday, starting midafternoon, I went along, mostly for a ride. Though if you are going to be taking water samples from four foot dig wells, having an ogre, at least a relatively non-hostile one, around can be helpful. I can act as an standing anchor point to even a humble two hundred pounder.
Around we went, doing this and that, until nightfall. I was utterly spent, as much from being outside as any activity, but glad for it. So, no blogging. My sleep patterns are twisting as if in a tornado. I couldn't sleep until nearly three, but had to be to the V.A. by almost nine... primary care, new doc. I made it.
I had started trusting, in a limited way, my last doctor. This new doctor has benefited from that. I refuse to just go along, with everything. But, after an explanation, I have gone with one suggestion, a holdover from my last doc, am going with another offer tentatively, but am initially and probably finally refusing statins. I did concede to review the specific medicine he would be proposing. And so I will... antorvastatin if I read right. Block print, I bet he can't write legibly in cursive! :p
After that I had to put in for travel, pick up medicine which requires two lines... short ones today, get blood lab work, and remembered to locate and utilize information allowance office to get social security administration my last two years of files, plus open my files to any other requests from them. It's as much as I can do.
The drive home was harsh. That was a lot of running, a long drive earlier, and little sleep as was. I let the ducks out, fed the cats, sat for a bit in an attempt to gather wits and thoughts to post, but ultimately spent ten minutes watching vids until I crashed so hard my ears are ringing. I have no idea when I went to bed. I have no idea when I got home. I woke a bit after twenty two hundred. Well rested if quite tired.
Oh, the doc asked me to start walking. He requested an half hour five times a week. Request denied out of hand. Not possible, at the very least not yet. I did offer three times a week. If I can't start today, I will start Monday. I have no faith walking will help of or by itself, but it might be a gateway to swimming and hiking. If even those are limited, they... have some minor potential.
So... there you go. At least you know I haven't just encamped seclusion and the great big empty. Ugh, though, but glad for it. Later.
"Oh, the doc asked me to start walking. He requested an half hour five times a week. Request denied out of hand. Not possible, at the very least not yet. I did offer three times a week. If I can't start today, I will start Monday. I have no faith walking will help of or by itself, but it might be a gateway to swimming and hiking. If even those are limited, they... have some minor potential."
ReplyDeleteI try and manage at least a half-hour's worth of walking back and forth in the apartment complex pool each day. Obviously it's not going to put me in shape for the Boston Marathon, but it's something (and it allows me a chance to collect my thoughts). This year, once the pool is closed for what's laughingly referred to as the "winter", I'm going to see if I can locate an indoor pool somewhere.
Best of luck to you.
Well, super! Your consult offers... hope, and some cheer to the merde seeming task. Seriously, I was not looking forward to walking. Still a bit tepid on the thing, but that is a vast improvement. I didn't fully express my lament, but it was back there. Blessings for the encouragement. And for your own efforts.
ReplyDeleteRight, I have heard about Texas winters. We call that late spring hereabouts!
What cannot be cured must be endured. I know I'll forever be shackled to arthritis, but what is a chain if it only holds the body down? My little walking (plus a small regimen of medication to keep my traitorous immune system at bay) doesn't remove the pain, but at least I no longer do impromptu impersonations of the Tin Man without his oil can.
ReplyDeleteI've noted your occasional descriptions of the weather in your area. I may yet live long enough to regret making this wish, but there are times when I'd trade locations with you. I've often felt how wonderful it would be to stand on a high stony promontory, an arctic wind blowing fiercely around me as I silently contemplate a landscape shrouded in twilight.
You do realize, what you so well put as a wish was the very (oft repeated) dream that brought me to this land. I still haven't winter camped out there, but... it will happen. That is more than your wish, but I have completed that portion, and is so similar I couldn't go without noting it.
ReplyDeleteYes, pain. I... just went on a foray into that topic. May have to go further. Music has been invoked, for and against me and my notions? Certainly questions, doubts, perhaps accusations, are flooding my youtube zone.