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Phone calls. One thing may have been done, two things are still unresolved. The thing that was done still requires setting a date. Cardiology, perhaps. Renal went to message. Not sure when the appointment even is. Or whether they will reset it for sooner.
Laundry was folded and put up. Just bedding and a towel. Dishes were set to soak, added a few from the consumption of the meal. Water reservoir was refilled. So that is all ready. A few other things, here and there.
My hands are sore. All those wounds. Surprised my back isn't out, or a knee. Or even a foot. But, no. Nothing has gone south while hiking north. Other than the hands. I'll put some of that healing lotion on as I go to bed. That stuff not only seems to be helping, but it just soothes. Like eating custard does for the stomach, or holding a woman's hand can sooth various problems... for a while.
I've done other things, but memory is going so harshly that I can't... remember... much. Like trying to do calculus at a Van Halen concert.
One of the nose pieces fell off? Is that really a thing? Bah. I have extras, but I'm not sure about the screws. And, if it fell out, I'm guessing the screw fell out hours to days ago. I wonder if blue loctite would work on those? Not sure it has enough viscosity to adhere to such a small bolt. I can't seem to find it though, either. I have a spare pair of glasses, or three. Until I can find the nose pieces, and bolt, then put them all together.
Blood sugar is 112. So... okay. But I have been working a lot. That really seems to help blood sugar. Wish I could do this regularly. I'll be slowing down the next few days. But all good. All very good. Very happy, if absolutely exhausted. With nothing, now, on the menu. I can... sleep until... I don't? Without issue.
Good day and good night.
"Like trying to do calculus at a Van Halen concert."
ReplyDeleteOK you got me... I laughed out loud at that.
Took my boys to Van Halen told them it would rip their faces off... yup. Ran into my supervisors boss in the men's room, (yeah he was "herbaly"enhanced)
Ozzy back with Sabbath... walking through the parking lot to the venue... "Dad ? whats that smell?" "Good answer, son, that's pot". Then at both Sabbath and the Who, people sparking up, damn, these are middle school age kids, and you're lighting up in front of them? Now, I bet they could get better stuff than I can imagine.
I need to go fishing. Down to rock bottom again...
I was warned off Ozzy concerts in the Navy. Back then, at least, we had random pee testing. And, yes, people got in trouble, even if they didn't smoke their own, from the second hand at... well... all the concerts. So... I just didn't go.
ReplyDeleteMy guess is the old geezers who used to get high are burned out husks. Even pot will slowly turn you into a leftist Golem. And, these days, you don't know what has been spiked with fentanyl. People like Mick Jagger? Last I heard, he now o.d.'s on heroine, on purpose, then pays for a blood transfusion so he doesn't die. What the life? WTF, I say. No thank you. Damn, man. I don't know how they keep some of those people alive. Crazy.
Hitting bottom? Don't let it take you down. Life is a bitch. Take what it pounds you with, take some downtime. Get a good meal even if it isn't 'xactly proper, listen to some good tunes, relax and then get back to it. I've been on the edge of literal death for forty years. If I can do it, anyone can do it. Feels or body, pains are... a growth thing. Grow. Sort it, figure it, do it. You'll get to die soon enough. carpe sulum diem