To the doctor, finally.

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After the hospital failed to do renal checks, twice in a row, at the blood draws, and then the V.A. approved the local visits... but decided to not send the approvals causing a third failed visit, I finally got in.

Not good news.  My kidmeys are down to 10%.  From 15%, which is down from 19% earlier this year.  On the good side, my bp was low enough, right in the office, to reduce medicine.  The only other request was to reduce, for now, magnesium... as a supplement.

I have no issue with that.  I am probably getting excess, if initially doing that in part to spare potassium... which was critically low for a bit.  Probably in part because I was low on all my minerals.  Supplements are... really... only meant to be short-term, until diet or else can sort the problem.  Heck, that is also whyfor medicine.  Potassium is now good, coming down itself from having becoming elevated... that stuff can kill you at either extreme.

Will continue checking bp, at the lower dose.  If it keeps well, without dipping too low or going too high, in the next week or two, may begin adding another waterpill. If not, may make another change with medicine.

Had to laugh.  She "could see" that I have lost weight since our consults have started.  No, I had to correct.  I haven't lost an ounce, 215 to 225.  But I have lost size... getting down from 38 to 42 waist, down to 32 to 34.  Oh, but our scales.  I just told her that her scales were weighing my clothes and footwear.  Steel toes and shanks, even in my "sneakers", enough blades, a heavy duty belt, several flashlights, a truckers wallet with chain, heck my knee wool socks possibly weigh in at a pound per?  Yea, no... haven't lost an ounce.  Must be gaining muscle to maintain weight while losing that much size?  Have to be.  Wouldn't have to be all that much muscle though, either.

A friend visited.  Helped with an extra clothes line, checked the car rattle, and brought the rifle back.  He is thinking to get his own, for hunting.  Though I need to remind him?  In time, that IS his rifle.  Just... cold, dead, has to happen first.  I want my things to go to the right peeps.  Good, moral, able, such.

Want to get the scope on, and dial her in to 200 yards.  She's easily good for it, and that is a good hunting... or other... dial in distance... for this sort.  Some hunting in state doesn't allow scopes.  But this rifle is modular, and the irons are good to 100 yards, happily.  The scope should be good too 500 to 600 yards.  A better scope yet should give the rifle a thousand yard kiss range... possible more with the right scope and operator.  Amen.

Have to get up tomorrow morning.  Made a deal.  Two days of work, as I can.  One day off.  Then getting mother to her appointment.  Then I get days or weeks off, as needed.  Then, I start in up here.  I am trying to do up here on my own... to be a grownup, or try.  Mother suggested, if I simply can't, she would help.  I... really am hoping to do this part, solo.  After I lay in some sleep, get rested, after the long haul that has been this summer.

Down for coffee, taking Jasmine for a short stroll, gaming just a bit, maybe a spot to eat, then back to bed.  Later, or good night, again.  Or?  Just back to sleep as possible?  Will try the latter.