Something is a bit off.

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Sometimes, when starting medicine again after being off it for a bit, the day I start to three or four days after, I can take a hit.  It has been three days that I have been back on medicine and I am taking a hit.  It's a good thing.  The hit is the whole engine and drivetrain of my body shuddering, as it comes back into a more... sustainable set of functions.  BP drops, pulse slows, veins and else adjust, but it's hard on the system to do that.

A bit of a headache.  Mild.  Medium, really.  Shoulders, neck, and skull all just a bit off.  Arteries of the neck aching just a bit.  Everything is adjusting back to some sort of trim.  Well, and it might be cooling?  Hmm, not really.  I have acclimatized, I think, to the heat.  It got up to 92 by the time I went to bed today.  But it... felt okay.  I am sure it probably climbed into the mid, perhaps higher, 90s?  I can't be certain.  But I felt fine, slept well, and woke well.

All good.  It happens.  Being back on medicine is better, by far, than being off them... now that I have medicine that actually treats what is wrong.

It isn't all that cool, tonight, or yet?  It is 62 outside, and 75, 76, or 77 indoors, downstairs.  I just turned off the fan, near the front door.  But am leaving the other fans going and the front door open.  While the numbers don't show, it is really cooling down.

I have been looking over tools, reviewing manuals, looking up owners manuals, and just... thinking about things.  Remembering.  While there were things about mechanics I didn't like, there were things I did like.  When you started something, you, or someone else, would definitely finish it.  Usually it was you.  Whether it was greasing every zerk on the command deck, tagging out removing repairing and replacing a ball valve, or while on duty also filling a tank which holds a full atmosphere of air when near enough to the surface to do so, and cycling another tank to replace a full atmosphere of air on the ship.  An atmosphere of air, on a submarine, is all the air within all the compartments the submarine can hold, or... as I remember things.  But, what that adds to, is... doing a job, getting it done, and the satisfaction of a job well done and truly done.

Anyway, so... I keep looking up little jobs on the motorcycle.  Especially things which, in theory, have me shying away.  I'm not so afraid of an oil change, or spark plug check, or even chain maintenance and checking.  But bleeding the brakes, changing sprockets especially if sizing up or down for specific wants, or checking and adjusting valve clearances?  Those... make me nervous.

And, sure, could probably do them.  Maybe everyone with some even small ability with tools could.  But, too, just because a mechanic does it on y.t., doesn't mean you can.  Or could do it correctly.  Still, I am looking.  And, I am trying to find jobs which... cause me concern.  I am looking for vids on them, specifically.  They are easing my mind.  But, more just making it less generally frightening, but erasing ignorance, and creating steps, methods, techniques for my mind to tinker with.  

Plus, it is a fun new project.  Totally of the mind, at the moment.  But, I may do my first oil change on my Xterra soon?  If I can get it up on stands, and feel secure about those.  I would need an oil catch device, too.  Well, and I'll need the oil, and a filter.  But... the idea is there.  After that, check the brake pads?  There are some limits with newer vehicles.  But... I can do some things.  Oh, and the hydraulic lifters, for the back hatch... problems.  I could look into fixing, or replacing those.

Odd, as much as I have done, I have done almost nothing on an automobile.  Everything I have worked on has been upsized.  Well, or micro.  I have worked on tiny hydraulic systems, and pneumatic systems too.  From, say, a few pounds(?) of pressure, on up to 4k psi systems, and steam systems as well in those upper psi regions.  Fascinating, but potentially lethal.  But never a brake pad or fluid change, or even changing a tire.  Never too late to start?

A trim and shower, maybe dishes in, then something to eat.  I may then go on to bed.  Yea, maybe.