So very tired.

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The wound clean out pretty much took my legs out this morning.  And, I hadn't slept well, or long, last night.  Thankfully the second appointment was just about... talking.  Talking may not always be great?  But it doesn't hurt, like digging tissue out of a wound does.

Oh, I get it.  I still don't like it.  But, I get it.  It does, or will, or may, help heal the thing.  Lord knows, I have tried my way for eight to fourteen months.  Ten to sixteen now?  No progress.  And, if their hardware and software are to be believed, than it has improved... if marginally.  Of course, that is beside four other wounds, in various processes of healing.  With one completely healed.

So... look... for now I'll stay in the program.  If a few months go by, and nothing is getting better?  I... may... rethink things.  But I'll give them a chance.  I would guess the fresh wounds would get the healing first.  Triage, take what will heal faster, and give it what is needed, just to get it out of the way.  Or... so I suspect.

As for over 3k cholesterol?  That's odd.  Then again, at that point?  What could they honestly do?  If it's dangerous to have high cholesterol, this is... beyond any... fix, cure, help.  Either it is lethal, and I am already gone... or... it's not.  It's not a debate.  As well, as mentioned, if it is that high, it's been that high for a long time.

To be honest?  We all know I should have been dead a very long time ago anyway.  My heart has been a bust for nearly four decades.  Lethally ill for that whole time.  I just don't trust the medicine they have on offer.  Makes the numbers look right, if the price is too high.  That really doesn't help.  Possibly, or probably, hurts.  Don't trust.

Very tired.  Such a long day.  But it has been a beautiful day.  If nothing else, getting out there has been a gift in it's own right.  And, I picked up whole cream.  The milk was making me carb-drunk.  Seriously.  I'll not do that again.  Just go without, and try to make it to the store if all else fails, for cartons of whole whipping cream, or what storebought passes for that.  It's closer than milk.

On to bed.  Goodnight.