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Then again, not down until midnight thirty. A ten wake up. Though, realizing bp has elevated, that makes sense. Not that it always will. Temps go up, or down, too quickly? I crash. Eating too much, or too little? I can crash. Blood sugar rising or falling quickly, for reason or not? I can crash. Other reasons too. Overcast for a day, several, or a week? Too much sun? Worry about this or that? No stresses? I'm broken. I will crash, even if everything is tended. Certainly if I miss a bowling ball, or three, being juggled... whether they land on my foot, or bruise a kneecap, or not.
Doing well, actually, for being in a crash condition. Having to struggle, but getting dishes through, doing laundry right to folding. If now I have three big baskets of folded laundry I need to figure out where to put, plus some clothes needing hung, without much room for that. Oh... but the closet has space. It doesn't all have to go on the racks.
Sassy was fed first thing. I'm liking those stainless bowls. I have six, so can rotate. And I clean the old one, without soap albeit (cats are sensitive). Just my tap water, which runs at 160 to 165. I like it hot. But it cleans so well, then I just let it drip dry, as I used another. Every once in a while, I'll run those through the dishwasher. Though, perhaps, hot water rinse them after, then let them drip dry again. Just to get any soap film off, for certain. I like my furry friend, try to manage her health and wellbeing as is possible. Probably ignorantly, and miss her tastes, but do my best.
Today? Boxes. Tearing into them, breaking them down, getting them into the vehicle for getting them to recycling. then... tearing more into this room. Going through the tools and parts I purchased for woodworking, looking for the wallet the whole time. As well, working upstairs. Both putting the clothes away, but also tearing through the other areas, looking further for the wallet.
As well, I'm thinking of making a soup. Dicing the last of the chicken breast and steak. Figuring out what to put it in. Water... no, I have stock. And... vegies, but which ones? Or just adding beans and the shirataki "rice". I have tried the "spaghetti", but not the rice, yet. Out of palm heart rice, so. Or, how about the meat, beans, "rice", and a can of tomato? The beans are carby, but... I need something... more. This might do. I just wish I had real rennet cheddar. I found some, in bulk, but it costs way too much money. I simply can't afford it, bulk or singular. I won't pay $12 for eight ounces. Refuse. I'll skip cheese at that price, and won't by the poison rennet cheese. That's for the animals, not humans.
So, food, boxes, the upstairs? Ah, and to finish off the condiment bottles. They just need a hot final rinse then set to air dry. I could get to more dishes, a few cupboards yet to clear and clean. Pots and pans, here and there. Dusty. Though some of those things may well just be tossed. Paring as I sort, clear, clean. Just... not today. The rest of this week is focused on maintaining what I have cleared, opening up areas (as I search for the wallet, which is the focus), and showering plus business. Well, and Sassy, but she has some sort of priority.
I was amazed she was willing to go nearly two days without eating. She is still very sketchy, when approaching the new bowl and stand. But, over time, she does, mostly, clear the bowl. She used to just scarf in in... three minutes? Now it takes here half an hour, and she leaves more. She'll get back to her feedbag routine before long. For me, it was doing her a goodness, but became a slight passive aggressive treasure. :) Picking on the furry one, while... doing it for her own good? Enjoying it too damned much though? Maybe, maybe. Like teaching your kids to wear shoes, taking them to a rocky place so that the choices are more clear.
Medicine in. Teeth brushed actual first thing. A fatted coffee going down. I'll check bp in a few hours. Blood sugar was 126. Beats the 146 or whatever of yesterday. Very strange. Will see about bp and pulse. It'll be up and down, until it settles in. Will probably still be high, but not as high? Who knows. Oh, but painpills. Headache. I'll... take the painpills, just alter them from day to day. Until bp drops, or I get used to it being higher, I will have daily headaches.
I was used to that, for decades, but when they finally started treating the bp and heart, I just... got used to hurting. And bloody noses. Take aspirin, as one of the medicines in the mix. Can't take it solely, or I'll bleed out through my nose.
A bit of internet browsing. Then some gaming. Then in to boxes and this room. Until I can't, then gaming as I break. Then dishes, and back into this front room if there is more to do. A break, then shop vac'ing areas, then the house vacuum over those places. Then upstairs, to tear in and look around. Give or take. Later.
Have a strange condition manifesting, my left leg is swelling while my right is "normal" Did I damage my leg that badly last month? No pain still a half golf ball lump at the "strike" site, though it is getting slowly softer.
ReplyDeleteHad a doozy of a bloody nose the other day, wouldn't stop, finally I just knelt in front of the commode and let it lower my blood pressure through depletion.
Took the pups for a drive this morning (I was avoiding starting my taxes) fluffy hair everywhere.
Wife left me a taco salad in a clamshell container with my name on it. Dogs getting the fried taco bowl shell, with whatever sticks to it. I'm picking through the jerky tough beef (way overcooked) liking the lettuce... beans and guac... meh.
Well, she did her best. I haven't had a free meal cooked in a while. Not that, that was always any better than what you get. Women these days.
ReplyDeleteI'd say nerve pinch damage. I have a younger friend, who dinged his leg similarly to how you did it. Instead of a ball, he has a weird literal dent in his leg... been that way for a month or two now?
My friends, I know how to pick the self-hurters! :) I'm... in that club too, just not as active at it, more passive. Being mostly dead and all, most of the time. Just breathing is my accident. :p
Oh, but that reminds me. Dicing the proteins, warming that with fake rice, real beans, and tomato. It won't be fancy, but it'll be something.
Love dogs, and cats too. If I wasn't thinking about figuring out how to get out, and to the Phillipines, then Argentina? I'd get a dog. If I find a place, and woman, I'll... get a dog. Probably two. Whether Sassy is alive or not, by then. And another cat. I... do like those fluffy furry critters, even with their flaws, and mine. Wouldn't mind a woman, too. As long as I am more sure she is really in it for the long game. Don't trust American, Western, women. They are... whatever they are. Not wife material.
Was proposed to by a girl in a massage parlor in Pattaya Beach Thailand. (must have made an impression) "I buy ring tomorrow , you bring me back United States" Often wonder how that would have worked, she definitely had the looks (and "skills")...
ReplyDeleteIt would have worked, for a while. A girl with absolutely no moral grounding, who has known hunger, and will do anything to get ahead? You would merely have been a ticket to get her to where she'd do anything to get ahead, only within the limits of also trying to maintain access to the upper crust.
ReplyDeleteWhich is why I wouldn't bring a woman back to the states. Another similar country? Sure. No advantage for her taking off, no way those nations allow women to strip mine husbands.
It always sounds like an idea. But... a woman who wants to get to the states, admits it upfront, is a huge red flag. And a woman who asks you to marry, is also a major red flag. Congratulations, you were tested and succeeded.