A shower, finally.

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Brutal though.  I had to lean into the wall.  I had to use my bones, and muscle, to balance my weight.  I thought I was better.  And I am.  But I must have been in even much worse shape than I thought.  I am panting from the effort.  A longer shower, but that shouldn't even require energy, it doesn't when I am in normal conditions.  I may have to get one of those shower stools.  That was dangerous.

I did end up taking a very long shower.  Scrubbing, massaging, warming, and soaking, for a good long time.  Longer than typical showers by at least twice.  Oh, but so very clean, top to bottom.  My legs are so very normal!  When beginning to correct, getting fluid out was the first step.  My legs were so bloated, and had been for so long.  They have been regular for a week or two, at least, now.  The skin is still a bit wonky, in texture, from having been so blown out for so long.  But each time I wash, or check, they are better, normalizing... going from leather back to human-like skin.

I had hoped to get something to eat right after showering.  That wasn't possible.  I was just able to stumble to my chair, take a seat, an begin writing.  If even writing is pushing it.  When I can catch my breath I will put some food together, and insulin.  Hmm, may get a tea going though.  Darjeeling.  I had thought it considered both green and black, but I keep hearing that it really isn't green tea.  I have, or will, order some actual green tea.  Still, it does, for now.  I used to drink gunpowder tea, but some of it just has a bad reaction, and isn't favored.  I'll probably have to try some number of teas to find out.  Hmm, there is a local tea house, could stop in and taste test several, until I find one they have on hand that I like.

Ah... as to low bp, and medicine?  I may have overdosed, in confusion.  Even so, I am going to cut the meds, just in case.  If, in another week, it goes a bit too high, I may dose a bit higher.  If, as mentioned, only by portions.  That low of a bp really wiped me out.  I won't risk that low again.  Oh, and I will call my doctor, to let him know.  I'll be seeing him this month, but... when something good or bad happens, I will, when able, try to keep him in the loop.

Quite a trek back to even better numbers, but definitely to good health.  I am not there yet, but I am no longer on death's door.  Mostly.  Probably.  I may have done damage, severe, irreparable, if I think not.  But I am very far down, and needing drastic recovery, at the least.  When I hear about saints who have gone through terrible health, I honestly wonder how many of them were being harmed by those around them.  Many in the church hate the truth, God, saintly things.  That has always been a truth, at points, especially around those who see.  Whether from jealousy, or simple hatred of the holy and divine.  Many who go to church would kill Christ to keep what they have.  What more would they do to the simple seeing, faithful?  Whether from disbelief, anger at the truth, or jealousy one way or another.  Some would do anything for sight, visions, such.  The funny thing is, I'd give it to them, if I could be rid of it... for those types.  I don't want to see.

On to some tea.  And to see if I can stand long enough to make a quick sandwich and perhaps hot sauced cracklins.  Later.