Ignored?

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Not so much.  I sent a text earlier.  Heard nothing back.  It got later, and later, and... I realized my phone was on airplane mode.  So I turned it off.

I'm not sure how these things work, and they seem to change from time to time.  This time, the text self-started, sent itself.  So I ended up chatting, off and on, for several hours.

Look, if 250 is considered high cholesterol, then 3k is... over ten times what is considered "high".  Whether it has been that high for five years, or twenty five, it's... something to think about.

I contacted someone who might be dealing with it.  And, I was right.  Not sure what his reading is, but apparently there is a problem.  He has a 40% arterial block.  As mentioned, or last time they checked, I had no blockage.  So... there is that.  He takes statins.  I didn't discuss that part with him.  He... is a good little soldier, and will do what he is told, take what he is given, and never even think about.  Just... it's how he works.

We... have learned not to discuss medical, in a more detailed manner.  Funny thing?  I am the one with the really bad heart, and terrible cholesterol numbers.  And my arteries are clean as a whistle.  Strange.  Oh, sure, I could have a heart attack tomorrow.  Should have had one nearly four decades ago... going by medical prognostication.  But that I haven't, too this point, is... well... it brings some things into doubt.

His question was... why was I discussing this, with what I had informed him.  Ah... simply because I thought he might know something, from the normie world, about this... that doctors don't know/discuss.  And, because my docs have been pushing the issue.  Just... seeing if what I am seeing seems... reasonable.

He knows nothing.  Takes his statins, as his arteries slowly clog anyway.  Doesn't... know or worry.  He'll live, then die... without ever thinking about it.  Okay.  Okay.  I guess the choice is believing without worries, or disbelieving everything they say, suggest, and turning down almost everything they offer, or a lot of it.

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Oh, and it had been... four to six to twelve days since I ate, or ate much.  I brought food for the meeting.  Not a lot, some.  It reminded me, however, how hungry I was.  I went back, for more chicken.  But they had closed.  I... really needed to eat.  Maybe not the right food, but I ate more.  Tomorrow, if I can, I'll... get out and get more chicken.  It's not perfect, but it is better than more typical fast food, or... mostly, probably.

Oh... I was so very hungry.  I... shouldn't go without eating.  To be honest, that will slow weight loss itself.  My metabolism just stoves up, stops, quits.  It needs food to work.  I bought a whole (raw) chicken, good price really.  And then some chicken gizzards (those are wonderful).  If I can figure out how to cook, I'll eat some of that shortly.  But, for now, I'd like to get a bucket of chicken, to carry me through for a few days... until I can get to it.  Ugh.

Anyway...  Yeah.  Later.  Actually, goodnight, for sure this time.  Goodnight.