Ah! Something.

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I was... casting about.  Trying to get going, on something.  Anything?  Right, right.

I was getting nowhere.  Almost nodded off, a few times.  But... kept conscious.

Finally, I realized there was something I could, and should, do.  I had an appointment for tomorrow.  But I wanted to change that, for in a few weeks.  So... I went to call.  But that one business card was gone... with the number, clinic, practitioner, etc.  I looked everywhere.  Nope!

But, there... is the internet.  And... I... knew where and the general name.  So, I hopped on, hooked in, and got the number.  Called.  The internet said they were open until 17:00, the phone service said they were open to 16:00?  I suspected that meant the office was open until 17:00, but appointments stopped at 16:00... for them to be able to leave and close in one fell swoop, or so.

Only one way to know.  The call was in a loop.  Ugh.  Then?  Another call, incoming.  I've... never... answered an incoming call while on another call.  Seemed... straightforward, but what if I missed the receptionist?  Meh, I just... went with it.  It worked.

Ah, the heart doctor.  As it turns out, my lipocytes?, triglycerides?, are what was at 3k.  My total cholesterols were actually only 456(ish, or very close to that number).  My total cholesterols, three months before, were 789(ish).  Now?  He did his preferred panel of blood tests.  And a kidney measure, which had been 3.6 (which showed at 2.5 at the ER) is maintaining at 2.51.

My total cholesterols are down to 256.  My lipocytes/triglycerides are normal.  My A1C is up a bit, to 7.x (but that was suspected, given my off food to get me through).  He, again, asked about statins.  I, again, laughed.  No, I didn't laugh.  But I did tell him to look at those numbers... 789 to 456 to 256 in... six months?  I told him I didn't need that.  But, he suggested fish oil.

Oh?  I... have been thinking of getting cod liver oil in.  Why?  Omega 3's, and some other things.  But... money has been tight.  I've been spending a small fortune on bandages and odd foods and such form the accident.  I just haven't been able to afford it.  He didn't know if the VA would supply.  Only... one way to find out.  So he sent that in.

As well, bp was elevated.  He asked if I wanted to try something else.  I suggested we just, for the nonce, add a bit more of my main heart medicine.  He went with that.  We'll try that.  I'll just check often, as I get back to carnivore.  Because when that diet kicks in, bp on stronger medicine, can bottom hard, and scary.  Still, I'll... go that way.  Like?  It's... not about like.

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I worried that I had lost the other call when we finished.  But, no.  Oh, and I was impressed.  It was doc, on the line.  So... yes.  That... was cool.  I hung that line up, the other popped, and...  "Hello?"!  Fish on the line, had hung up exactly as she was answering the phone.  *grins*

So, I rescheduled that.  Then I called my renal doctor's office.  Got right through there.  She, I believe, had left a message, suggesting they needed more information, something hadn't been filed, filled out, answered.  But... I... got busy and forgot to call.  Nope?  She said, maybe, they had called to reschedule.

But... that couldn't have been it.  My appointment, given when I left last, was the same as what they had on file.  So she checked to make sure the doctor would be there that day.  Yes, he would.  So... nothing had changed, and they had no need of data.  So... all good.  But, now that... nagging voice about that medical provider is... managed.  Good, good.

Yes.  A pretty good little spot of medical management in a small bit of time.  The mind... swirls on it's axis so much better when these things are managed.  Now I can sleep a bit better through the next few days, and, maybe, focus on the house.  To try to get things back in order.

Those are... much better numbers.  How can something go from 3k to normal in... a few months?  (Normal is around 150 as well?)  And kidney from 3.6 to 2.5?  They were thinking it was time to consider dialysis.  Well, and heart test numbers were looking... very good?  Don't ask me.  Even they know those numbers are absolutely nutz, and healing from them?  Twice as nutz.  People don't do that.

You... should have seen his expression when he read that my ejection refraction (or such) was 15%.  That's... terminal.  Or leading to it quickly.  Then when he saw those numbers, too, had risen?  They... aren't supposed to, especially in some cases.  Watch the expression on a doctors face, while you are crawling out of your grave.  Same same.  *grins*  *rictus grins*

Well... on to... something?  Or... nothing.  I'm... still pretty tired.  Ah... one last thing?  I asked him, again, about exercise.  He said all good.  In... my case.  Okay.  Now I can... begin... figuring something(s) out.

And, I texted about riding.  The motorcycle.  Sounds like that is a go.  So... yes.  Perhaps literally crawling away from a death slab, but... doing it with a grin.