What a pleasant sleep.

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Too warm, often.  Made up for the frigid sleep, nap, whatever.  That was horrible.  The neck and shoulders are becoming relaxed and such, with the extra pillow.  Still, washing and drying the other one today would be a super treat.  If I can get to it, or anything else.

I am finally feeling better.  Lungs are sated, no tunnel vision for... a while, mostly.  That still comes and goes, if for just a pinch of time at a time.  Medicine seems to be working.  And I am able to take the medicine.  But that isn't enough.  If I can't begin cleaning and walking, cooking, sorting, and living, the medicine is of absolutely no use to me.

However.  Having walked the medicines to, basically, the goal line, and being mostly conscious and able to adjust things, perhaps something else can be added, or subtracted, adjusted, to allow some function.  I never gave up, before.  I merely got swept away.  Taking the medication made it so that I couldn't talk, or function, or adjust.  I have a phone appointment coming up.  Best check when that is... soon... tomorrow, this week, next?

Having made it this far, I am hoping my doctor will be able to get me back into the game, but with bp managed.  Then on to a bit more of life.  I'll never be able to go back to school, or even work.  With ssd gone, I could work without risking anything, at this point.  And, I tell you, if I could, I would.  I am, so far this week, doing good to be up, randomly in the day, perhaps six to twelve hours.  And I wouldn't be trainable.  So even a phone job, customer service, wouldn't work well.  Yea, I am thinking.  If I had a way out, I'd grab it.

Then again, even if I can't get employ, if I could just get back in shape and clean and sort the house... that would be good.  Currently, while feeling good, my only real two options, save very short spells on my feet, are sitting here or sleeping upstairs.  Well, I suppose I could sit in the living room and play console games.  Only... I can't focus quite that far.  Not quite yet.

A few adjustments, adds, minuses, whatever... and a few more weeks or months... and I really might finally be back to something.  Well, there is the hope.  On to breakfast, already had meds save insulin, and hydration... which is slightly lackluster...  Hopefully more, later.  Chores, the girls' needs, laundry, and just maybe some dishes.  Later.