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When I push things, I can't sleep. And, I pushed things. The meetings aren't all that late. But, it is nearing my bedtime. Though the real thing is that I must shower, put on shoes and socks, dress, and get out and going. All of that builds up heat, which... takes me time to dissipate after.
Oh, wienie? Well, yeah. When your heart should have failed forty years ago, we'll talk. And yes, tonight, and the last few days, it has been hurting. My heart, that is. Just... imagine someone squeezing your heart, somehow. Compressing it, from all around. Until it just hurts. Like a brutal massage, but of the very heart that pushes blood through your body. It just aches, now, and has for a while.
It does that, sometimes. Not much I or the doctors seem to be able to do about it.
I was hungry, again, still. So I had a salad. This time I did try the anchovies. Not bad, not at all. They weren't as small as the italian style salty anchovies. They looked like regular sardines, to me. But were good enough. I thought, even if they tasted like regular sardines (which they did), that it would still be somewhat fishy. No more than, say, a packet of tuna. I can do that.
And, without as much risk of mercury, being a much smaller fish, and usually wild caught (these are labeled as wild caught, and from a (probably) reliable brand). A bit pricier, but I'd rather pay for the better potential for quality. It's not that you can honestly trust any of them, fully. But if it is printed in China, or by the Chinese? Don't eat that. You know better. The Chinese hate their own people. You even more. Life isn't important to them.
Anyway... I was surprised at how good that was. Water, fish, no salt added either. The fluid in it is good to eat, if you can. And, on a salad, with vinegar and extra virgin olive oil (or... so it has been certified), the fish oil mixes in well, and you get your full money's worth. Yes, it is worth to eat it all, if you can. Even that stuff is good for you. It's just that it isn't palatable on it's own. This way, though, works very well. Hmm, I keep meaning to try lemon crystals in dressing. But have to wait until the last of the batch, in case I don't like it? Or... should I try two packs, and just... give it a good go? Hmm, yes... I'll add two packets. There are probably three or four doses of dressing left, for three or four salads. Hmm? Might have another. Very hungry. But, this time, just plain salad, no meat. But, with lemon. Yes.
Why so sore? I just don't get it. Anyway... a bit more salad, a bit more gaming as I try to cool. The upstairs has fans going. I'll turn one off when I go to sleep, one will stay on for fresh night air. It's not even all that cool, 70. Strange, but just a few weeks ago, I was freezing at 70. :p God has to laugh at my foibles. With or at me, as long as it pleases Him.
Later, though probably goodnight.
Down late, set alarm for my normal wake up (even though day off) tossed and turned, dosed off long enough for the alarm to wake me. Lay back down (because I could) woke at 23-something, then 01-something, went downstairs around 02. Made it without the night sweats.
ReplyDeleteSince wife (thinking about naming her "Brat" here, even she uses it as part of her e-mail address) mentioned a Lentil soup she was going to make, out of politeness I heated some up, pretty good. 0300 watching a Wyatt Earp docu-drama. Dogs show up, they get the big chunks of carrots from the soup no meat in this one. That was breakfast, & cup of yogurt too.
Now dinner, last of the burger, spiced, on a single slice of sourdough(for soaking up the juices) topped with 1/8 a head of Iceberg. not much meat so sharing the bread. They can pout but I poured the fat over their kibble, (what I do with sardine oil/water) at least one got that. Side note : their winter coats are coming in gorgeously.
Meat gone, dogs gone, they left bread on the plate... I still have a chunk of lettuce to gnaw on.
Writing the story of your life too, I see. Oh, that's fine. There is plenty of room on the cave walls of life, even here. Good to see another folk living his life, sorting things out. Old dogs, we may be, but that's not a bad thing. And... I'm telling you, you get to carnivore, you and the Mrs figure that out, you'll be amazed at how much youth you can get back. Her too. It's almost magic, if there are limits.
ReplyDeleteBe well. Good to not have those night sweats. I absolutely hated those.
There was much more written, but the copy paste thing somehow failed. Just in the waking mode, so... I... have no idea what else was written.
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