Ouch.

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Five liters out, last night, at least.  How much during the day yesterday?  Close to that amount.  I don't generally measure during the day.  The pee jugs, however, tell me in the morning.  And, down 10.x, I think 10.4, pounds.  The skin on my feet up through my thighs, hurts from the slough caused by decompression.  But the swelling pain is relieved.  Though is replaced by other things, besides the skin trying to slough.

I have to be careful, when that much fluid is evacuated at once.  My skin tears, cuts, rips, very easily.  And, when it does, it takes weeks to heal.  Requiring special care.

All of this, however, is good news.  It is on the path to recovery.  The heart medicine is helping the heart do it's job, while not spitting blood into the lungs (or as much... that is a process... takes time).  But, while not pumping it into the lungs, the body seems to dump fluid everywhere else.

I didn't notice, being both ill, it beginning to get so hot that other side effects were missed, and being sleeping and off for the heat.  But, it happened very quickly, as well.  I probably gained fifteen to thirty pounds in a matter of days.  I have lost two thirds to a third of it just between yesterday and today.  The body isn't good at those kind of changes.

Luckily, in spite of everything against me, I... was paying enough attention that I got on it fairly quickly, given my health, the weather, and such.  I'll keep at it.

Better?  A thousand percent better.  I am not wheezing every time I get up to go to the bathroom, or grab something to drink, or feed or tend Sassy.  Every third, or fourth, or tenth time.  If I have learned to go just a bit slower, and use a few other tricks.  Better.  By far.  But far from normal.  If... normal isn't something to write home about.  I was right on the edge of death.  Most solos, out there, if they get in that kind of condition without resources, medical, or such, would be dead.  A lot of them wouldn't see it coming.  Almost can't.

Not sure what I have will work.  It certainly won't last.  It is what it is.  For now, it's what I have.

The upstairs was 76 or so, when I went up.  With the ac and fans.  It did cool, to 72 or so, this morning.  I'll leave that going, for today.  In case I need to crash.  It is 68/70 down here, this morning, 60 outdoors.  Not sure what it got down to, but it is well into morning.  Perhaps it got to high 40s or low to mid 50s.  Since the house is cooler, I suspect it did.  I just... don't know.

Brushing teeth, another shower, setting up dishes, and beginning in on laundry again.  I'll try to get to work.  Even with the pained body, messed up systems, trouble breathing, and such.  For a dying guy, I... use what resources I can, and try to push on through anyway.  Not bad.  

There are a lot of guys who have it worse and are in far better shape.  I think... some people just give up?  Then again, thirty years ago, I pretty much attempted to end it.  That after the world, and other people, tried to end me... in many ways.  So, yea.  If I had my health back, I'd be doing something.  Though at this late in the game, there isn't much interest in me.  Even if I went through and got an education.  It... just doesn't matter at this point.

Even so, now?  I won't quit.  Might die.  Body could fail.  Could get hit by a bus.  But unless that is terminal, truly, I'll... just keep getting up.  God asked me to, truly.  He wanted me to tend this life, as if I love it.  And, finally, I do.  Should find a woman though.  I fear for them, for my condition.  But... that is life, and I could offer her some things, short and longer term.  Now that I am alive, and am staying that way it seems, even against the odds, I should... go... find a woman.  Gah!  Annoying, but... God seems to think so.  He is... never wrong.