Burning.

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Already 74, or higher.  When I started chores, it was that temp.  I took a shower first, thinking that might be a good plan.  Not so much.  Perhaps if I woke earlier yet, maybe.  But between the shower and chores, I am overheating badly.  It was 80, upstairs, when I woke.

Kefir, as usual, for breakfast.  Perhaps bacon and eggs later?  If I have any.  Now I have to sit, to cool.  I will be checking on an extension cord, soon.  To see if both ac's, upstairs, running together, can do a bit more than the nothing one does.  I am not optimistic.  But, optimism or other feelings has nothing to do with planning, staging, or end results.  Do, or do not.  And, from what happens, go from there.  It isn't over until you are dead.  Or... dead... and don't come back.  How about dead and buried?  I am almost surprised they didn't just bury me one of the times.  Not my call, I didn't have access to shovels.

At least I don't hurt, other than from heat, today.  Ribs are good, organs aren't whining or screaming.  Heart doesn't feel rough, yet.  I expect it to, heat and other stressors will cause the heart to become a problem.  I hear doctors and advertisements say high blood pressure is supposed to be painless.  And, I suppose it is, if it is the cause.  If the bad heart is the cause of the high blood pressure, then, yes, it can hurt.  I'm not even convinced that high blood pressure doesn't show up in the sensory.  Causing mood swings all on it's own, and exhaustion at some point.

Ah, missed my last group of medicines last night.  Starting early enough I should be able to jiggle it in.  It looks like I still have the new medicine.  But that will have to be increased, as bp isn't coming down enough.  It has, generally, lowered.  Often just ten points high on both scales, give or take... averaging.  My bp can be rather stubborn right at the end.

If I were useful to the economy, I could see where it would matter.  Not sure why they push so hard.  Just... relax.  They can't really care.  I can only do just so much.  Relax.  Still, I'll work with them.  Just an experiment, for them?  Or pushing pills?  I... don't know.  I don't trust anyone, including myself always, so...

At least I am clean, if I just sweated enough to require a shower soon again.  Tomorrow, if I wake early enough.  And a shave.  Didn't want to shave this morning.

I finally realized, I have a strange symptom.  Have had it for a year or two.  I thought it was the t-shirts, or else, I wore to bed.  So, recently, I stopped wearing anything, from time to time.  Nope.  Still itches.  Further, it itches during the day, too.  Just along the top of my chest.  It isn't a desperate itch, just an occasional call for a light scratching.  No marks, so I haven't been scratching too deeply at night.

I finally realized that it is a common thing, has nothing to do with clothing or the lack of said, or anything else I can figure.  It might be a slight side effect from one of my medicines.

Another thing I am realizing?  My feet... are not only not twelves, they aren't thirteens.  I don't even think they are fourteens.  Every time I have upshifted my shoe size, my feet have expanded into them.  Still growing?  I don't think so.  Or, that isn't all of it.  Allowed to bloom, with more room, they have simply done so.  I was probably a 14, wearing 13s, but now in 14s, I am probably a fifteen.  I can't wait until I have enough money to buy a pair of fifteens.  I am just hoping they aren't going on up to sixteens!  Ugh.

Well, that's the news and doings for today to now.  I may have to call my brother.  See how things are in his part of the world.  Hot AND Humid, would be my guess.  Have a great day.  And if you can't, suffer well and hold tight.