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I finally contacted the service department at the dealership. They will fix the problem, no problems. Since I will be in town tomorrow I called to see if my friend wanted to kick the can around town. He had planned to pick up some bullets, so I suggested if he did not mind me staying at his place until the oil is changed I would offer a ride and we could have breakfast at one of the local places. Deal, he said. I am also going to do a spot review of random orbit sanders tonight. I have looked before but was broke and was going to be for a while. Looking just at Lowe's, their offerings only ran up to about $70, so... I want to see what I had bookmarked if I still have it and compare. Either Lowe's or Home Depot will have what I need, want, depending on brand and sometimes merely different price ranges for the same brands.
As well, I plan to start a high salt diet and take my 24 hour urinalysis this Sunday and take it to Ogden Monday. I asked if he would like to go along. As I suspected, he wants to buy more bullets, 9mm. He would also like to find Vit~ something, a foreign reloading powder. I think that stuff is pwnd by big name gunners and the rich though, so I doubt if either of us will ever see a bit of that. Still, it is fun to look. Who knows, a noob store stocker might just bungle in the jungle. I would walk out with an armful of the stuff if I found it. He would only grab one, of course (then buy some off me a bit at a time).
A chat with my mom went well tonight. It is good to call when life is cheery. The cat and kit keep me pretty cheery. Even when I get down right flustered, I have to chuckle. Oh, I might even rage, and shake the branches, and give chase. Much like the ape who was tricked into being Bugs Bunnies "father", they wear me out and then just run circles around me. *poke-poke* *UGH!* *ugh?* *poke* *zzzzz* That is just the way it goes.
Have a great night. Sleep well.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A bit more done.
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Another stack of dishes. Not much but maybe a feeder for more to come. Dinner was pretty lame but edible. Breaded chicken breast, baked in the oven. A glass of milk and mustard topped it off. Yeah, I know, but it was cheap, quick, easy enough, and works. I really hate dinners like that, but they do happen.
I keep think about the sigma designation, and alpha, and the rest. Bunk, mostly, is what I honestly think. I have played all those roles, and it depends more on where my moral codes are, or perhaps if I lack them at points in my life, how flush I am, how secure I feel and believe my position to be, and how interested I am in something. If you are truly discussing a sex player, jerks like that are everywhere. Many of them are nowhere near as successful as the alpha misnomer they receive. They are considered hoods. Sure, once in a while they hook up with a decent girl and either ruin her or break her heart. Most of the time players work on other players in a big game of sexual freedom silliness that has helped to end the West. They know how to wiggle but they were never taught why, while living in a world too cynical to bother to ask. Like feminists, they are dead on arrival. Genetic suicide is the same whether it is male or female based.
Of course, that is second fiddle to the reality that America is sinking, and being sunk internally and externally. The current administration, China, and Soros, to name some of the big players. But do not count out the littler fish, like Turner and Hollywood. Groups like PETA and ELF think they are part of the game though they are merely the rejects who could not make it into the big league. Punks are no more welcome in the elite left than they are in mainstream America. I have not heard of much ELF or ALF activity lately. Busy running and hiding? Out of money since dad and mom are out of work and cannot pay your bills? Something. Aw, too bad! Then again, half of them are probably just as busy becoming muslim to try, again, in their failed ways, to BE SOMEBODY.
I really want to try and figure out how to get out. Looking out the window is no fun, but it has been all I have been able to do, so far. I am not sure what I want to do when I escape my man-cave. Maybe just look at the women. Yeah, that is still an enjoyable past-time. I might even talk to a few of them. They have funny voices, you know. *twitter twitter tweet twitter* But I like it. Just like my kitties, I often do not understand a word out of their mouths, but it sounds like it might be good. *twitter* Hello to you too, I think. *tweet* Oh, sure. Whatever you say. Hah.
Good night. Sleep well. Say a prayer for someone in need, someone who is hungry, someone who is tired, someone who is joyous, someone who is gracious, and someone who needs it. God bless.
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Another stack of dishes. Not much but maybe a feeder for more to come. Dinner was pretty lame but edible. Breaded chicken breast, baked in the oven. A glass of milk and mustard topped it off. Yeah, I know, but it was cheap, quick, easy enough, and works. I really hate dinners like that, but they do happen.
I keep think about the sigma designation, and alpha, and the rest. Bunk, mostly, is what I honestly think. I have played all those roles, and it depends more on where my moral codes are, or perhaps if I lack them at points in my life, how flush I am, how secure I feel and believe my position to be, and how interested I am in something. If you are truly discussing a sex player, jerks like that are everywhere. Many of them are nowhere near as successful as the alpha misnomer they receive. They are considered hoods. Sure, once in a while they hook up with a decent girl and either ruin her or break her heart. Most of the time players work on other players in a big game of sexual freedom silliness that has helped to end the West. They know how to wiggle but they were never taught why, while living in a world too cynical to bother to ask. Like feminists, they are dead on arrival. Genetic suicide is the same whether it is male or female based.
Of course, that is second fiddle to the reality that America is sinking, and being sunk internally and externally. The current administration, China, and Soros, to name some of the big players. But do not count out the littler fish, like Turner and Hollywood. Groups like PETA and ELF think they are part of the game though they are merely the rejects who could not make it into the big league. Punks are no more welcome in the elite left than they are in mainstream America. I have not heard of much ELF or ALF activity lately. Busy running and hiding? Out of money since dad and mom are out of work and cannot pay your bills? Something. Aw, too bad! Then again, half of them are probably just as busy becoming muslim to try, again, in their failed ways, to BE SOMEBODY.
I really want to try and figure out how to get out. Looking out the window is no fun, but it has been all I have been able to do, so far. I am not sure what I want to do when I escape my man-cave. Maybe just look at the women. Yeah, that is still an enjoyable past-time. I might even talk to a few of them. They have funny voices, you know. *twitter twitter tweet twitter* But I like it. Just like my kitties, I often do not understand a word out of their mouths, but it sounds like it might be good. *twitter* Hello to you too, I think. *tweet* Oh, sure. Whatever you say. Hah.
Good night. Sleep well. Say a prayer for someone in need, someone who is hungry, someone who is tired, someone who is joyous, someone who is gracious, and someone who needs it. God bless.
What the...?
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I have been sore every single morning for two weeks or more now. Aspirin and Tylenol are not getting it, not even heavy doses. I have tried one pillow and two. I have gone to bed both early and late, rising both a little early and late. None of it matters. Every morning I wake feeling like I was in an accident recently. The pain never leaves. It does lessen, through the day, but it is there all day long. My neck is cranky and getting fixed in position. I have no idea what this is. The boosters? All my other symptoms are gone, could this be a holdover? Ouch.
I finally called and made an appointment with my primary care. We will see then if any of this means anything. Probably not. If you ever saw that poster asking if it was always illegal to kill a woman, she IS that woman. Do not get me wrong. I think in certain instances, she is exactly what is needed. My guess she has sown the guts of dying men together, holding parts that most "clinical" surgeons simply would not believe could be out while the patient still lives. She has done and seen things most doctors and surgeons will never understand. Just a guess, something about her eyes, her stance. She is a ghost too. I respect some things about her. I just do not agree with her, and think on this one she is playing it overly safe. I think she had a bad one like this. She forgets that two men in similar situations are not the same men. A man with few moral connections and no powerful links to or belief in life is not like me. Is there such a thing as too much, no matter what? Yeah. But this is not it. My failsafe is to stop taking meds, even for a few days, to catch my breath if needed. Longer if it just is not working. And I will cut the orders if that is required. Not quite self medication, as I will discuss what and why with the doctor and let them have input (including ending a script). I am, mostly, honest with them. I quit once in a while just to clear the baffles anyway. No, doctors do not like that at all. Anyway, it is set up.
Sam is going out frequently now. Sassy will not even go out without being in my arms, then on my lap. Poor thing is terrified. I will have to slowly allow her more time out there. And be with her. On my lap if need be. I know she is a natural born mouser, not like some cats I have had. When she tastes that first mouse, she will do just fine outdoors. Sam can no longer "beat her up". Sassy, if not truly larger, is certainly fatter. Sam can still dominate, when she really wants to, but she has found that "hollering" and waving the paw works a ton better than trying to rush in and take 'teh kitteh' down. That does not fair so well for her. Too, way too, funny. No, I do not play favorites unless one has made it to my short list on a temp basis. Even then I only cheer for one or the other, verbally, and castigate the other, that and chuckle. No eyes have gone missing, so I am all good with their hen house posturing.
I need to get cleaned up, get the house in order (it is frozen in time to the point in which I cleaned it in the last shove), get outdoors, and do something. Like I said, just staying up and keeping a day schedule has been an absolute bear. I am doing that but nothing more. Things are slipping around me, I see it. But like the juggler with his hands more than full, another ball in the air does not seem wise. Who put the ice under me and wetted it too, I would like to know. And do not even look at me with mirth in your eye and another ball in your hand. Might take me a week or three to get to you, but it will hurt when I do. Just... sayin'.
Anyway, have a good day.
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I have been sore every single morning for two weeks or more now. Aspirin and Tylenol are not getting it, not even heavy doses. I have tried one pillow and two. I have gone to bed both early and late, rising both a little early and late. None of it matters. Every morning I wake feeling like I was in an accident recently. The pain never leaves. It does lessen, through the day, but it is there all day long. My neck is cranky and getting fixed in position. I have no idea what this is. The boosters? All my other symptoms are gone, could this be a holdover? Ouch.
I finally called and made an appointment with my primary care. We will see then if any of this means anything. Probably not. If you ever saw that poster asking if it was always illegal to kill a woman, she IS that woman. Do not get me wrong. I think in certain instances, she is exactly what is needed. My guess she has sown the guts of dying men together, holding parts that most "clinical" surgeons simply would not believe could be out while the patient still lives. She has done and seen things most doctors and surgeons will never understand. Just a guess, something about her eyes, her stance. She is a ghost too. I respect some things about her. I just do not agree with her, and think on this one she is playing it overly safe. I think she had a bad one like this. She forgets that two men in similar situations are not the same men. A man with few moral connections and no powerful links to or belief in life is not like me. Is there such a thing as too much, no matter what? Yeah. But this is not it. My failsafe is to stop taking meds, even for a few days, to catch my breath if needed. Longer if it just is not working. And I will cut the orders if that is required. Not quite self medication, as I will discuss what and why with the doctor and let them have input (including ending a script). I am, mostly, honest with them. I quit once in a while just to clear the baffles anyway. No, doctors do not like that at all. Anyway, it is set up.
Sam is going out frequently now. Sassy will not even go out without being in my arms, then on my lap. Poor thing is terrified. I will have to slowly allow her more time out there. And be with her. On my lap if need be. I know she is a natural born mouser, not like some cats I have had. When she tastes that first mouse, she will do just fine outdoors. Sam can no longer "beat her up". Sassy, if not truly larger, is certainly fatter. Sam can still dominate, when she really wants to, but she has found that "hollering" and waving the paw works a ton better than trying to rush in and take 'teh kitteh' down. That does not fair so well for her. Too, way too, funny. No, I do not play favorites unless one has made it to my short list on a temp basis. Even then I only cheer for one or the other, verbally, and castigate the other, that and chuckle. No eyes have gone missing, so I am all good with their hen house posturing.
I need to get cleaned up, get the house in order (it is frozen in time to the point in which I cleaned it in the last shove), get outdoors, and do something. Like I said, just staying up and keeping a day schedule has been an absolute bear. I am doing that but nothing more. Things are slipping around me, I see it. But like the juggler with his hands more than full, another ball in the air does not seem wise. Who put the ice under me and wetted it too, I would like to know. And do not even look at me with mirth in your eye and another ball in your hand. Might take me a week or three to get to you, but it will hurt when I do. Just... sayin'.
Anyway, have a good day.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Wow, that one almost hurt.
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I have been doing... fairly well at getting up and going to bed. Sleep time is slipping, getting later and later. Mornings have occasionally slipped, but I seem to be holding the line to some degree. That has been the struggle for a bit now. Little is happening, life is hand to mouth as that battle rages. A battle of turtles, in a way. Nothing happens very fast, no one really gets hurt, but the intensity really is there. Waking early today felt like a victory. I made it to almost noon, and, wham! I saw it coming in my consciousness' rear-view mirror. Like a bicyclist on a highway with a semi bearing down on him, I peddled all my heart and worked the gears and angles for every ounce of speed. The end result... Sleep semi one, cyclist a drooling mess. I do not even remember the collision! Ah, but it was an interesting race to stay awake. Short and bitter-sweet. I do feel like I was run over, too.
I missed getting the trash out. Not vital, I have a big bin which holds many (if I am insistent and I can be) bags. I rarely dispose of two full bags of trash a week. And it is cool enough still that holding trash over a week is no odoriferous affair. It is not that I miss something I intend, it is that I did not do what I meant to do that is important. The action itself, often, is just considered less than important. In this way, most of us have some similarities. Some of you do much more, and have more shots at success (and failure). My chances are few, therefore more important to my sense of satisfaction. Life is difficult when you only have a few shots at self worth and miss even these. I have learned to live with my own disappointment. Though I am no happier with it than anyone else who has shared my life. The only difference is that I have to live with it, they can and have moved on.
Well, I should get to tinkering. Imagine, too tired to play games? Wow, yeah, that hurts. Still, it could (and does) bring a little grin to my face. Sort of like when a child tries to stay up to do something and the nap monster gets them mid-whatever. *chuckles* There is that.
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I have been doing... fairly well at getting up and going to bed. Sleep time is slipping, getting later and later. Mornings have occasionally slipped, but I seem to be holding the line to some degree. That has been the struggle for a bit now. Little is happening, life is hand to mouth as that battle rages. A battle of turtles, in a way. Nothing happens very fast, no one really gets hurt, but the intensity really is there. Waking early today felt like a victory. I made it to almost noon, and, wham! I saw it coming in my consciousness' rear-view mirror. Like a bicyclist on a highway with a semi bearing down on him, I peddled all my heart and worked the gears and angles for every ounce of speed. The end result... Sleep semi one, cyclist a drooling mess. I do not even remember the collision! Ah, but it was an interesting race to stay awake. Short and bitter-sweet. I do feel like I was run over, too.
I missed getting the trash out. Not vital, I have a big bin which holds many (if I am insistent and I can be) bags. I rarely dispose of two full bags of trash a week. And it is cool enough still that holding trash over a week is no odoriferous affair. It is not that I miss something I intend, it is that I did not do what I meant to do that is important. The action itself, often, is just considered less than important. In this way, most of us have some similarities. Some of you do much more, and have more shots at success (and failure). My chances are few, therefore more important to my sense of satisfaction. Life is difficult when you only have a few shots at self worth and miss even these. I have learned to live with my own disappointment. Though I am no happier with it than anyone else who has shared my life. The only difference is that I have to live with it, they can and have moved on.
Well, I should get to tinkering. Imagine, too tired to play games? Wow, yeah, that hurts. Still, it could (and does) bring a little grin to my face. Sort of like when a child tries to stay up to do something and the nap monster gets them mid-whatever. *chuckles* There is that.
Dupes, suckers, and stooges.
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Well, that is, if you only count the more naive and ignorant of the media lot. Those reporters who are sympathetic and more to the rioters in Egypt. Letting young lions out of their cages in a civilized land is, at best, unwise. It should be, in any sane nation or sane people, be considered atrocious. And there the media is, touting the benefits of revolt, knowing darn well the people behind the most focused aspect of the thing are dead set against freedom and have the power to shape most of any new government. What is probably forming is another Iran or former Iraq. Saddling children and grandchildren of the West with yet another type of debt. That at a time where the children of the West are being slaughtered, where for generations we have been living off their blood and that price is about to come due. I no longer worry about muslims actually taking over. There will be nothing to take over. They will be fighting Mexicans, we will be dead by the time they could actually stage something.
I know, feeling cheery and I thought I should share. Oh, and happy Valentines Day:)
Bed time keeps creeping out. I am going to have to do something to keep that from continuing. More sun is shining in, for longer, and at an improved latitude... or is that longitude? Anyway, I think that is part of it. The more sun, the longer I stay awake. Hibernation and the opposite seem to be in my blood. In any case, after going to bed a bit too late to comfortably being up this early, I consciously asked my body to rise early. I thought about it and tried to let my body implement the plan. It did so. At a little before 6:00 my eyes opened. I did lay there for a bit. I had a headache and was not sure I wanted to rise immediately. A bit of time unwinding from sleep and the headache dissipated. Had I simply popped up, like I too often do, I would be nursing the darn thing all day. Then again, as every red and green blooded fellow American knows, just lying there is just asking for it. No, your boss, wife, children, grandchildren, do NOT understand. Painkillers only help just so much, though too. I guess some days you just have to roll the dice no matter what you do. *shake* *rattle* *roll* Seven!
Well, enough of all the joy. Time to get busy doing something. I need to try and get the trash out today too. Bother, but it is needed. Have a great day! Trash, Valentines, despotic media, headaches, the end of Western Civ... what could go wrong? And remember, you read it first here.
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Well, that is, if you only count the more naive and ignorant of the media lot. Those reporters who are sympathetic and more to the rioters in Egypt. Letting young lions out of their cages in a civilized land is, at best, unwise. It should be, in any sane nation or sane people, be considered atrocious. And there the media is, touting the benefits of revolt, knowing darn well the people behind the most focused aspect of the thing are dead set against freedom and have the power to shape most of any new government. What is probably forming is another Iran or former Iraq. Saddling children and grandchildren of the West with yet another type of debt. That at a time where the children of the West are being slaughtered, where for generations we have been living off their blood and that price is about to come due. I no longer worry about muslims actually taking over. There will be nothing to take over. They will be fighting Mexicans, we will be dead by the time they could actually stage something.
I know, feeling cheery and I thought I should share. Oh, and happy Valentines Day:)
Bed time keeps creeping out. I am going to have to do something to keep that from continuing. More sun is shining in, for longer, and at an improved latitude... or is that longitude? Anyway, I think that is part of it. The more sun, the longer I stay awake. Hibernation and the opposite seem to be in my blood. In any case, after going to bed a bit too late to comfortably being up this early, I consciously asked my body to rise early. I thought about it and tried to let my body implement the plan. It did so. At a little before 6:00 my eyes opened. I did lay there for a bit. I had a headache and was not sure I wanted to rise immediately. A bit of time unwinding from sleep and the headache dissipated. Had I simply popped up, like I too often do, I would be nursing the darn thing all day. Then again, as every red and green blooded fellow American knows, just lying there is just asking for it. No, your boss, wife, children, grandchildren, do NOT understand. Painkillers only help just so much, though too. I guess some days you just have to roll the dice no matter what you do. *shake* *rattle* *roll* Seven!
Well, enough of all the joy. Time to get busy doing something. I need to try and get the trash out today too. Bother, but it is needed. Have a great day! Trash, Valentines, despotic media, headaches, the end of Western Civ... what could go wrong? And remember, you read it first here.
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Sleeping in.
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Up a bit too late last night, and I had a few beers. I was into trying to get something done and kept on failing. So, I kept trying. I never succeeded in my project, though I will keep trying. And, I do not mind. Once in a while, and on the weekend, I will not complain. I do not think it is all bad to sleep in once in a while if it is a bad thing to do regularly even on the weekends. It is a bad idea for me, anyway.
The weather is fantastic here. There is little snow left. After the thaw that saw to it that I did not need to shovel, blow the snow, or whatever else, all snow we have received has melted rather quickly. It would not, however, be a great time to be in the back country. I am sure they have tons of snow yet, very unstable snow. I have not yet seen an avalanche and would personally prefer not to do so. I will wait until the mountains are a summerized before venturing forth.
I am hoping, if we can get me on the right meds, that I will be out this summer. Even a hike a week or every other week would be good. I need to find places which are a bit off the beaten path, not full out demanding, offer places where I may just crash for a bit if needed, learn what is required in the way of food and latrine prep, check my gear, and just get out. I was trying too hard to figure too many places out last year and just bogged down. Just "go and do" does not get it in a place where a twisted ankle, a sudden drop, or even a steep roll could end up quickly becoming life threatening. There is too much attention to detail, which freezes the whole project up too. Balance. That seems to be the key.
Have a great day. Avoid wooden nickles, the people that offer them, and all that jazz.
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Up a bit too late last night, and I had a few beers. I was into trying to get something done and kept on failing. So, I kept trying. I never succeeded in my project, though I will keep trying. And, I do not mind. Once in a while, and on the weekend, I will not complain. I do not think it is all bad to sleep in once in a while if it is a bad thing to do regularly even on the weekends. It is a bad idea for me, anyway.
The weather is fantastic here. There is little snow left. After the thaw that saw to it that I did not need to shovel, blow the snow, or whatever else, all snow we have received has melted rather quickly. It would not, however, be a great time to be in the back country. I am sure they have tons of snow yet, very unstable snow. I have not yet seen an avalanche and would personally prefer not to do so. I will wait until the mountains are a summerized before venturing forth.
I am hoping, if we can get me on the right meds, that I will be out this summer. Even a hike a week or every other week would be good. I need to find places which are a bit off the beaten path, not full out demanding, offer places where I may just crash for a bit if needed, learn what is required in the way of food and latrine prep, check my gear, and just get out. I was trying too hard to figure too many places out last year and just bogged down. Just "go and do" does not get it in a place where a twisted ankle, a sudden drop, or even a steep roll could end up quickly becoming life threatening. There is too much attention to detail, which freezes the whole project up too. Balance. That seems to be the key.
Have a great day. Avoid wooden nickles, the people that offer them, and all that jazz.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
Up and early again.
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My mornings had been sliding into the 8:00 and 9:00 range. While not bad, if I can keep it in the 6:00's, I feel safer somehow. Still, I will not set the alarm for earlier than eight solid hours of sleep. If I manage to wake before that, then I will rise if my legs will work. Well, they did and I did. I beat up the sun, so to speak, and the only way I functionally am able to do so. And, man am I tired. Ha! (No, not really, a take off the old "flew from..." joke, so hush it.) Well, actually, a bit tired. But that is what mornings are all about, right? God help you, please say "Yes".
I... left some clothes in the washer for... a while. No mildew visible. And, I did not smell anything too nasty, or even nasty at all, if I also did not... poke around too much (at all). So, more soap, another wash, and a lot of hope. Even as a bachelor, and a hard luck case in that, I usually do not mess things up (like laundry left too long, burned food, or rotting stuff all over the house). This is an uncomfortable wake up call. Oh, women would fuss in my home, to be sure. But other guys think I live like a homemaker or something. Well, if you did not add in dirty dish piles. I do have piles of clothes about, but they are clean and folded and reside withing my bedroom. How do women keep house? I still think, if marriage is not to be, I should have gone back to a cave. I could have chiseled out a place for a few conveniences, jacked in some electric, and hoped the thing did not cave in. Houses were created for women, that is my theory. Marriage was actually created to tame the beast that is both man and woman. Neither is good when left "outside the box", so to speak. Neither wants to be boxed in, either, obviously. We Westerners have murdered our culture letting our worse natures have the keys to the kingdom though. Oh well. Who needs civilization anyway, when you have socialism to kill you, technology to tinker with until it is time for "lights out", and only aging and soon to be dead people who look or think or act like you. Planet of the apes indeed. Something about lying in the bed you made...
It was great, I actually woke the kitten this morning. Though if she thinks food is involved, she is happy to oblige. A little milk was offered. She still has food, if it is not her favorite. I will not offer more or other until she finishes what she has. Sam is more like me in the mornings. Then again, she has about six mornings a day or more. Slow moving, curious about... something, maybe a bit hungry but not really. She was not ready for a romp outdoors either. She just looked at me, asking if I liked a cool (cold) morning breeze in my face at the door (I held open for her) or if I really thought she would deign to exit at this hour. Oh, she thought it was a gas and was chuckling (as I often do) deep down and on the inside, still too asleep to assign the mirth to any outward signs. Brat! I love that.
Well, on to tinkering and waking up. Oh, and a call in a couple hours about the oil change. Later.
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My mornings had been sliding into the 8:00 and 9:00 range. While not bad, if I can keep it in the 6:00's, I feel safer somehow. Still, I will not set the alarm for earlier than eight solid hours of sleep. If I manage to wake before that, then I will rise if my legs will work. Well, they did and I did. I beat up the sun, so to speak, and the only way I functionally am able to do so. And, man am I tired. Ha! (No, not really, a take off the old "flew from..." joke, so hush it.) Well, actually, a bit tired. But that is what mornings are all about, right? God help you, please say "Yes".
I... left some clothes in the washer for... a while. No mildew visible. And, I did not smell anything too nasty, or even nasty at all, if I also did not... poke around too much (at all). So, more soap, another wash, and a lot of hope. Even as a bachelor, and a hard luck case in that, I usually do not mess things up (like laundry left too long, burned food, or rotting stuff all over the house). This is an uncomfortable wake up call. Oh, women would fuss in my home, to be sure. But other guys think I live like a homemaker or something. Well, if you did not add in dirty dish piles. I do have piles of clothes about, but they are clean and folded and reside withing my bedroom. How do women keep house? I still think, if marriage is not to be, I should have gone back to a cave. I could have chiseled out a place for a few conveniences, jacked in some electric, and hoped the thing did not cave in. Houses were created for women, that is my theory. Marriage was actually created to tame the beast that is both man and woman. Neither is good when left "outside the box", so to speak. Neither wants to be boxed in, either, obviously. We Westerners have murdered our culture letting our worse natures have the keys to the kingdom though. Oh well. Who needs civilization anyway, when you have socialism to kill you, technology to tinker with until it is time for "lights out", and only aging and soon to be dead people who look or think or act like you. Planet of the apes indeed. Something about lying in the bed you made...
It was great, I actually woke the kitten this morning. Though if she thinks food is involved, she is happy to oblige. A little milk was offered. She still has food, if it is not her favorite. I will not offer more or other until she finishes what she has. Sam is more like me in the mornings. Then again, she has about six mornings a day or more. Slow moving, curious about... something, maybe a bit hungry but not really. She was not ready for a romp outdoors either. She just looked at me, asking if I liked a cool (cold) morning breeze in my face at the door (I held open for her) or if I really thought she would deign to exit at this hour. Oh, she thought it was a gas and was chuckling (as I often do) deep down and on the inside, still too asleep to assign the mirth to any outward signs. Brat! I love that.
Well, on to tinkering and waking up. Oh, and a call in a couple hours about the oil change. Later.
Done, done, done, and done.
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Not without revision, but the plans moved forward and all was tended. My friend had an appointment which made it so that going in early would not work. So, I just arrived just on time to put the X in the shop, took a stroll, had a small bite to eat, then came back and waited. And, waited and waited and waited. Whatever was going on in the shop, I ended up waiting for several hours. Further, I noticed on the way home, they added the wrong oil. I use synthetic, I have used synthetic since I purchased the vehicle, had them put it in first thing before I even drove it off the lot, and this shop has been using synthetic in the X for the last two years. Why they "forgot" I cannot say. I will be calling them tomorrow.
After I finally got the X back on the road, I checked on my friend. Though much later than anticipated, there was still time to grab a sandwich. Tasty, as usual. I had shopping to do. Often he will go along for the ride, but his foot is hurting him so he asked to be let off. I will have to go in again soon. If no sooner, than I will stop by Monday when I get the oil changed out. I will call them tomorrow. I suspect Monday but who knows, they might ask me to bring it right in. I thought these things were all computerized, oil type and such, per customer or vehicle. Oh well.
It has been chilly all day. I was starting to think I was getting more ill. No, it turns out. I had merely forgotten to turn on the electric heat in the room. Yeah, really chilly, right down to the bone. I will probably sleep better for having had a cold day though.
Sassy is acting all crazy lately. I do not know if it is a girl thing or just a normal cat thing for her age. She was fixed before maturing, though I am not sure that means a whole lot. Hormones are one thing, instinct and... other things are a whole other part of it. It is interesting to watch. I feel helpless about it and mostly just try to avoid the more psychopathic aspects of it. Yeah, she gets into a tear and it is best to just stay out of the way. Or put her in a kitty headlock. Yeah, that too.
It is past bedtime. Good night. Sleep well. Dream well. See you in the morning, or, something.
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Not without revision, but the plans moved forward and all was tended. My friend had an appointment which made it so that going in early would not work. So, I just arrived just on time to put the X in the shop, took a stroll, had a small bite to eat, then came back and waited. And, waited and waited and waited. Whatever was going on in the shop, I ended up waiting for several hours. Further, I noticed on the way home, they added the wrong oil. I use synthetic, I have used synthetic since I purchased the vehicle, had them put it in first thing before I even drove it off the lot, and this shop has been using synthetic in the X for the last two years. Why they "forgot" I cannot say. I will be calling them tomorrow.
After I finally got the X back on the road, I checked on my friend. Though much later than anticipated, there was still time to grab a sandwich. Tasty, as usual. I had shopping to do. Often he will go along for the ride, but his foot is hurting him so he asked to be let off. I will have to go in again soon. If no sooner, than I will stop by Monday when I get the oil changed out. I will call them tomorrow. I suspect Monday but who knows, they might ask me to bring it right in. I thought these things were all computerized, oil type and such, per customer or vehicle. Oh well.
It has been chilly all day. I was starting to think I was getting more ill. No, it turns out. I had merely forgotten to turn on the electric heat in the room. Yeah, really chilly, right down to the bone. I will probably sleep better for having had a cold day though.
Sassy is acting all crazy lately. I do not know if it is a girl thing or just a normal cat thing for her age. She was fixed before maturing, though I am not sure that means a whole lot. Hormones are one thing, instinct and... other things are a whole other part of it. It is interesting to watch. I feel helpless about it and mostly just try to avoid the more psychopathic aspects of it. Yeah, she gets into a tear and it is best to just stay out of the way. Or put her in a kitty headlock. Yeah, that too.
It is past bedtime. Good night. Sleep well. Dream well. See you in the morning, or, something.
Friday, February 11, 2011
A full day ahead of me.
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I have not felt like doing anything. Exhausted, always with a headache, other aches and pains, fever always either there or almost there, on top of the general malaise! Ouch! Still, I have a window of opportunity. And when that is available, I can and have dragged my near dying carcass over the threshold. Physical sickness is only an irritation, not an impediment. If I was not disabled, I would be like those sorry s.o.b.s who goes to work every day until retirement (or darn neared). Which... makes my disability that much more of a hated miserable thing. It is always why, in spite of things, I still try to play that stupid game for hours each day. It is not just filler, it is work. I have goals, projects, a couple of things which are not necessarily more than hopes since they are based on rare finds, and I can do it when I am able. Some days I really cannot play much. Confusion does not allow what it takes.
I did get out yesterday too. I took my friend to dinner at Golden Coral, one of his favorite places to eat. It is fine, if it is not my favorite. Prices keep going up, but really, how can quantity go down when it is all you can eat? If quality is decreasing I have not noticed. I rarely eat more than two plates. At 6'4" and my friend being 6'0" or 6'1", I bet when they see us they wonder how much we are going to stow out. I think my friend often will eat more than I do. You would not think it by looking at us. Too funny.
I scheduled an oil change for mid-afternoon. And, since I am going to be in town, I asked if my friend wanted to go for lunch. There is a place that makes excellent sandwiches. The place where you order the half meat sandwich or you actually do get half meat. Which is crazy. If it had been one worker one time who did that, I would just think they had a noob or even a disgruntled. But, no, every time and both of our sandwiches. Whatever, I will always gladly pay less for more. I will have them drive me to my friend's place during the oil change. I hate just sitting in a waiting room, interacting completely non-verbally with everyone coming and going if they grab my attention or what I am reading is so utterly typically main stream that it does not hold my attention well enough to try and ignore people.
After that is done, I will do a little shopping. Milk is low. I have hamburger but could use a bit more. Other beef cuts are needed as well. Maybe some pork too. What happened to chicken hindquarters? I can get thighs, I can get drumsticks, both usually in larger packages than I would like without the hassle of splitting out. I can no longer find hindquarters. I hate the changing market. As well, I do not mind having four or five of a type of item to choose from, but do we really need 50 types of liquid dish soap? Really? I am thinking in the Navy we said if you cannot dazzle them with your brilliance, baffle them with your... I think they are baffling. No, I am sure they are. Then again, if I hate to say it but not really, I think it is true, shopping is women's work. Whether they like it or not, making a bunch of little decisions that are almost squat nothing in difference is something their animal side brain likes to do. Started with leaves, green not purple, and maybe even grubs, fat or thin? Men just killed something big, thinking big means no work for a while. The first time they killed a mammoth they must have about caused themselves a hernia until one of them decided to move camp TO the mammoth. hehe... Yeah, I can see that one. Whoever came up with that became chief, too.
I have a bit of waking up to do. Have a good day, avoid odd things on the ground, do not waste your breath on died-in-the-wool crazies, and do not throw old spuds, just peel, pare the bruises, boil, add one part butter per two parts potatoes, and enjoy. Later.
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I have not felt like doing anything. Exhausted, always with a headache, other aches and pains, fever always either there or almost there, on top of the general malaise! Ouch! Still, I have a window of opportunity. And when that is available, I can and have dragged my near dying carcass over the threshold. Physical sickness is only an irritation, not an impediment. If I was not disabled, I would be like those sorry s.o.b.s who goes to work every day until retirement (or darn neared). Which... makes my disability that much more of a hated miserable thing. It is always why, in spite of things, I still try to play that stupid game for hours each day. It is not just filler, it is work. I have goals, projects, a couple of things which are not necessarily more than hopes since they are based on rare finds, and I can do it when I am able. Some days I really cannot play much. Confusion does not allow what it takes.
I did get out yesterday too. I took my friend to dinner at Golden Coral, one of his favorite places to eat. It is fine, if it is not my favorite. Prices keep going up, but really, how can quantity go down when it is all you can eat? If quality is decreasing I have not noticed. I rarely eat more than two plates. At 6'4" and my friend being 6'0" or 6'1", I bet when they see us they wonder how much we are going to stow out. I think my friend often will eat more than I do. You would not think it by looking at us. Too funny.
I scheduled an oil change for mid-afternoon. And, since I am going to be in town, I asked if my friend wanted to go for lunch. There is a place that makes excellent sandwiches. The place where you order the half meat sandwich or you actually do get half meat. Which is crazy. If it had been one worker one time who did that, I would just think they had a noob or even a disgruntled. But, no, every time and both of our sandwiches. Whatever, I will always gladly pay less for more. I will have them drive me to my friend's place during the oil change. I hate just sitting in a waiting room, interacting completely non-verbally with everyone coming and going if they grab my attention or what I am reading is so utterly typically main stream that it does not hold my attention well enough to try and ignore people.
After that is done, I will do a little shopping. Milk is low. I have hamburger but could use a bit more. Other beef cuts are needed as well. Maybe some pork too. What happened to chicken hindquarters? I can get thighs, I can get drumsticks, both usually in larger packages than I would like without the hassle of splitting out. I can no longer find hindquarters. I hate the changing market. As well, I do not mind having four or five of a type of item to choose from, but do we really need 50 types of liquid dish soap? Really? I am thinking in the Navy we said if you cannot dazzle them with your brilliance, baffle them with your... I think they are baffling. No, I am sure they are. Then again, if I hate to say it but not really, I think it is true, shopping is women's work. Whether they like it or not, making a bunch of little decisions that are almost squat nothing in difference is something their animal side brain likes to do. Started with leaves, green not purple, and maybe even grubs, fat or thin? Men just killed something big, thinking big means no work for a while. The first time they killed a mammoth they must have about caused themselves a hernia until one of them decided to move camp TO the mammoth. hehe... Yeah, I can see that one. Whoever came up with that became chief, too.
I have a bit of waking up to do. Have a good day, avoid odd things on the ground, do not waste your breath on died-in-the-wool crazies, and do not throw old spuds, just peel, pare the bruises, boil, add one part butter per two parts potatoes, and enjoy. Later.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Up before the alarm.
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So many people around me live in false worlds. They are professionals, so one would think they should know better. The medical community is full of people who refuse to look at the truth of their political yearnings, for example. Actually, I suspect if they were otherwise disposed, politically, they would not be allowed through medical school without being burned by the system so as to scar them into a very harsh cynicism (which I have also seen, it seems either a burned out husk of a once conservative or a psychotic Peter Pan fantasy liberal is sitting in front of me in exam rooms). It does not stop with them. Have a "mature" discussion with a teacher, or even a blue collar worker who also happens to be in a union. Even if he does not like the union, he fears it and protects it in some odd way (just in case someone hears that he does not like it?). Where does this end? I cannot say, but it is every where.
I sometimes feel like I am speaking to a world of junkies. Afraid their dealer will hear if they diss their dealer, they all skirt the issues or even praise the dealer, the drug, or the effects. Watch the news. Listen in many churches. Talk to the elderly. At least the young are merely ignorant. It is everywhere. What makes me dangerous is not that I have firearms or that I can use them, it is that I am not vested in the system and may speak the truth. Of course, it is this which makes me insane... to the world. My problem, I have never been different, even when functional. Then again, I think that is what was going to "take me places" too. I seriously was being considered for college and OTS. I just figured out why, actually, I think. The young, and I was, do not consider these things.
I have to hope that enough people in leadership roles got there because they were independent and strongly so, and not because they were boot licking populists or yes men. Crown Princes? Well, when they have severed their ties to the kingship through selfish fetishes of a political or sinful nature, I suppose all they have left is bitter populism as a hope for thwarting the surety of their historic failure? Politicians who know they are neither correct nor gaining popularity will seek destructive means of obtaining more power and enacting their warped will. Movie stars, singers, and such... I would guess drugs and some false populism. All they see are camera flashes, and the camera men sometimes. Their world is as media whores and they tow the line, or simply do not see anything beyond that. But typical people? Is it truly submitting to their fears? Is it lying to escape their truth? I do not know. I know it is all Hell bound. God has grace, but...
It is not that God cannot love, it is that we cannot love, holding on to whatever sin we use as a filler. If we hold our sins, even when shown the difference, being in God's presence would destroy us as we are inextricably intertwined with sin and God's mere presence destroys sin, thus us. We choose, like an addict choosing to not be a part of a healthy family, to be alone with our addiction. God does not cast us out, He saves us from ultimate destruction. Why so many choose to be alone with their sin... This, this is what baffles. And insane political beliefs, trust in genocidal policy, agreeing with what one knows to be a lie, these are all choosing death over life and then trying to use logic to bolster the choice. Logic has failed at the start, there is no way it can then go on to succeed to prove what it has already shown is false, so madness is the only thing that shines through for those with eyes to see.
I am not sure what was running in the back of my mind, but this post is the result. I still feel like I psychologically stepped in a pile of something distasteful. Hopefully spitting it out by writing down the conclusions will make the day a bit smoother. Good day.
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So many people around me live in false worlds. They are professionals, so one would think they should know better. The medical community is full of people who refuse to look at the truth of their political yearnings, for example. Actually, I suspect if they were otherwise disposed, politically, they would not be allowed through medical school without being burned by the system so as to scar them into a very harsh cynicism (which I have also seen, it seems either a burned out husk of a once conservative or a psychotic Peter Pan fantasy liberal is sitting in front of me in exam rooms). It does not stop with them. Have a "mature" discussion with a teacher, or even a blue collar worker who also happens to be in a union. Even if he does not like the union, he fears it and protects it in some odd way (just in case someone hears that he does not like it?). Where does this end? I cannot say, but it is every where.
I sometimes feel like I am speaking to a world of junkies. Afraid their dealer will hear if they diss their dealer, they all skirt the issues or even praise the dealer, the drug, or the effects. Watch the news. Listen in many churches. Talk to the elderly. At least the young are merely ignorant. It is everywhere. What makes me dangerous is not that I have firearms or that I can use them, it is that I am not vested in the system and may speak the truth. Of course, it is this which makes me insane... to the world. My problem, I have never been different, even when functional. Then again, I think that is what was going to "take me places" too. I seriously was being considered for college and OTS. I just figured out why, actually, I think. The young, and I was, do not consider these things.
I have to hope that enough people in leadership roles got there because they were independent and strongly so, and not because they were boot licking populists or yes men. Crown Princes? Well, when they have severed their ties to the kingship through selfish fetishes of a political or sinful nature, I suppose all they have left is bitter populism as a hope for thwarting the surety of their historic failure? Politicians who know they are neither correct nor gaining popularity will seek destructive means of obtaining more power and enacting their warped will. Movie stars, singers, and such... I would guess drugs and some false populism. All they see are camera flashes, and the camera men sometimes. Their world is as media whores and they tow the line, or simply do not see anything beyond that. But typical people? Is it truly submitting to their fears? Is it lying to escape their truth? I do not know. I know it is all Hell bound. God has grace, but...
It is not that God cannot love, it is that we cannot love, holding on to whatever sin we use as a filler. If we hold our sins, even when shown the difference, being in God's presence would destroy us as we are inextricably intertwined with sin and God's mere presence destroys sin, thus us. We choose, like an addict choosing to not be a part of a healthy family, to be alone with our addiction. God does not cast us out, He saves us from ultimate destruction. Why so many choose to be alone with their sin... This, this is what baffles. And insane political beliefs, trust in genocidal policy, agreeing with what one knows to be a lie, these are all choosing death over life and then trying to use logic to bolster the choice. Logic has failed at the start, there is no way it can then go on to succeed to prove what it has already shown is false, so madness is the only thing that shines through for those with eyes to see.
I am not sure what was running in the back of my mind, but this post is the result. I still feel like I psychologically stepped in a pile of something distasteful. Hopefully spitting it out by writing down the conclusions will make the day a bit smoother. Good day.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Not good.
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Fever is back, the world is closing in a bit. Headache, fever, aches and pains, that grungy feeling that sickness brings, all piling up. I do not have the feeling it will get worse, only that this might be a bit of a lasting thing. No 24 or 48 hour bug. I strongly suspect the booster shots, one or both. I cannot get it cool enough or warm enough, depending on the moment. Foolishness. Time to call the day off, grab a little gullet fixin's, and crawl under the sheets. Maybe since I am sick the kids will be nice and cuddle. No, probably not. They do that at their own times and for their own reasons. Hmm, they both have the sneezes too. They have been sneezing for about a week now. Sporadically, so I have not worried. Ah well, nothing like everyone in the family being a bit sick to keep things on a level playing field.
Still hoping to get a few things done tomorrow. I am not sure how much push I have in me, but if things just happen (as I think they should and do when it is right) I may not need to push. Good night ladies and gentlemen. Sleep well.
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Fever is back, the world is closing in a bit. Headache, fever, aches and pains, that grungy feeling that sickness brings, all piling up. I do not have the feeling it will get worse, only that this might be a bit of a lasting thing. No 24 or 48 hour bug. I strongly suspect the booster shots, one or both. I cannot get it cool enough or warm enough, depending on the moment. Foolishness. Time to call the day off, grab a little gullet fixin's, and crawl under the sheets. Maybe since I am sick the kids will be nice and cuddle. No, probably not. They do that at their own times and for their own reasons. Hmm, they both have the sneezes too. They have been sneezing for about a week now. Sporadically, so I have not worried. Ah well, nothing like everyone in the family being a bit sick to keep things on a level playing field.
Still hoping to get a few things done tomorrow. I am not sure how much push I have in me, but if things just happen (as I think they should and do when it is right) I may not need to push. Good night ladies and gentlemen. Sleep well.
Ad monsters.
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I received a comment today, regarding smoke cessation. Some bit about how hard it is for people to quit and that there is a tool to help, with a link. Then a plea that the comment not be deleted because of the link. Well, yes and no. First, they tried to comment on a very old thread, second, the thread had nothing to do with smoking, chewing, or any such, and third... of course the link. Some of these little monsters are just too funny. Then again, they never make it to public viewing anyway, but that is not the point. I just love flicking those away. I am sure I might miss some, somehow. I doubt if the sponsor of blogs is ever on the side of bloggers. Bottom line, regardless of anything they say, is their interest.
Another rough day but things are smoothing out. I am hoping to get to town and have my oil changed and a checkup done tomorrow. I suppose I could do it myself. The thing is I do not really have the tools for the type of checkup needed to go along with the oil change. Further, the little details are extreme tripping points for me. Oil filter on too tight or too loose, oil plug not tightened just right, resetting the oil change button. No, I will pay and if necessary sue. Besides, I truly despise getting oil and grease under my fingernails. I really do not know how they talked me into become a machinist mate. Even as a kid I hated that. I do not remember those days so I am left to guess. I doubt if they could simply have ordered me to do it though.
We all here, the cats and myself, sense that spring is nearing. Maybe not this week, maybe not for a month, and there probably will be some serious winter between, but we know it is coming. Sassy should be ready to pounce, Sam is definitely ready for longer outings, and I am going to try and be out in the yard a bit more. Nothing fancy, just figuring out what to do with last year's leavings. It takes me a long time to figure things out. Once that happens, they might still be a little late but the tasks will then get done much better and more frequently. Figuring out how to properly dispose of yard litter, leaves branches and such, is my current problem. I suspect I could save bundles of branches, tied into rounds, and stored. Though that is a bit of a fire hazard. So a little consideration about that might be wise.
As I may have said, another rough day. A headache and muscle aches have shadowed my every step and action. Aspirin has only slightly lessened the pains. Slow and still a bit tired. But I think it is improving. A little work on dishes as well tomorrow. Yeah, I might be caught up by the end of the week. Later or maybe good night.
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I received a comment today, regarding smoke cessation. Some bit about how hard it is for people to quit and that there is a tool to help, with a link. Then a plea that the comment not be deleted because of the link. Well, yes and no. First, they tried to comment on a very old thread, second, the thread had nothing to do with smoking, chewing, or any such, and third... of course the link. Some of these little monsters are just too funny. Then again, they never make it to public viewing anyway, but that is not the point. I just love flicking those away. I am sure I might miss some, somehow. I doubt if the sponsor of blogs is ever on the side of bloggers. Bottom line, regardless of anything they say, is their interest.
Another rough day but things are smoothing out. I am hoping to get to town and have my oil changed and a checkup done tomorrow. I suppose I could do it myself. The thing is I do not really have the tools for the type of checkup needed to go along with the oil change. Further, the little details are extreme tripping points for me. Oil filter on too tight or too loose, oil plug not tightened just right, resetting the oil change button. No, I will pay and if necessary sue. Besides, I truly despise getting oil and grease under my fingernails. I really do not know how they talked me into become a machinist mate. Even as a kid I hated that. I do not remember those days so I am left to guess. I doubt if they could simply have ordered me to do it though.
We all here, the cats and myself, sense that spring is nearing. Maybe not this week, maybe not for a month, and there probably will be some serious winter between, but we know it is coming. Sassy should be ready to pounce, Sam is definitely ready for longer outings, and I am going to try and be out in the yard a bit more. Nothing fancy, just figuring out what to do with last year's leavings. It takes me a long time to figure things out. Once that happens, they might still be a little late but the tasks will then get done much better and more frequently. Figuring out how to properly dispose of yard litter, leaves branches and such, is my current problem. I suspect I could save bundles of branches, tied into rounds, and stored. Though that is a bit of a fire hazard. So a little consideration about that might be wise.
As I may have said, another rough day. A headache and muscle aches have shadowed my every step and action. Aspirin has only slightly lessened the pains. Slow and still a bit tired. But I think it is improving. A little work on dishes as well tomorrow. Yeah, I might be caught up by the end of the week. Later or maybe good night.
The booster shots? Still paying?
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Whatever! Whoever is beating on my cranium with the sludge hammer, would you please cease and desist? *OUCH* This is day two of waking up to a painful world, and a bit more painful than these days usually are. I have suffered through this nonsense up to this point. Today I decided a handful of aspirin with caffeine was the way to go and will double that down should the gremlins not get the idea. My neck is stiff and sore too. I felt like I slept well enough, and that it was not too tight of a sleep, so I am not sure what the problem is. Though, still up early, as per the alarm, and pleased about that. I do feel really tired still, but I want to push this. I want to stay on a regular joe schedule as long as I can.
I am not hungry for anything traditional. The headache is one of those. But I remembered the orange julius I had the other day. That was so tasty I decided to have another. A odd concoction to be sure. It seems to give me sustenance without irritating my need for tranquility, or peace and quiet on all fronts, or something. I am not quite nauseous, it is just something in that general neighborhood. Since they have probably started pasteurizing every darned thing, I doubt there is any danger. Even if they did not, the danger is quite small. Besides, I think people ought to start not only living with a bit of danger, but outright choosing some. It is fear of anything that might possibly hurt you, your dog, your big toe, that is driving you into the arms of a totalitarian government. That, however, you should fear. Just... saying. Then again, fear that too greatly at your own peril as well. Balanced indifference, qualified and quantified fear. Fear your Lord first and most. But know Him well enough to do so properly. Hmm, orange julius' go straight to the head, even without vodka? Oh well.
Hey, have a fine morning and day.
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Whatever! Whoever is beating on my cranium with the sludge hammer, would you please cease and desist? *OUCH* This is day two of waking up to a painful world, and a bit more painful than these days usually are. I have suffered through this nonsense up to this point. Today I decided a handful of aspirin with caffeine was the way to go and will double that down should the gremlins not get the idea. My neck is stiff and sore too. I felt like I slept well enough, and that it was not too tight of a sleep, so I am not sure what the problem is. Though, still up early, as per the alarm, and pleased about that. I do feel really tired still, but I want to push this. I want to stay on a regular joe schedule as long as I can.
I am not hungry for anything traditional. The headache is one of those. But I remembered the orange julius I had the other day. That was so tasty I decided to have another. A odd concoction to be sure. It seems to give me sustenance without irritating my need for tranquility, or peace and quiet on all fronts, or something. I am not quite nauseous, it is just something in that general neighborhood. Since they have probably started pasteurizing every darned thing, I doubt there is any danger. Even if they did not, the danger is quite small. Besides, I think people ought to start not only living with a bit of danger, but outright choosing some. It is fear of anything that might possibly hurt you, your dog, your big toe, that is driving you into the arms of a totalitarian government. That, however, you should fear. Just... saying. Then again, fear that too greatly at your own peril as well. Balanced indifference, qualified and quantified fear. Fear your Lord first and most. But know Him well enough to do so properly. Hmm, orange julius' go straight to the head, even without vodka? Oh well.
Hey, have a fine morning and day.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Paying for it.
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It took a bit longer than I had hoped to come down and get to bed yesterday, though nothing drastic. By 23:30, if memory serves, I was in bed. Sleep was not long at all in arriving. I actually think I slept so soundly that I did not roll as I should, causing the slight headache I woke with. The good news is that I woke well, mostly. I set the alarm for a reasonable time and woke to it. I was and am tired though. I just took a nap, and set the alarm to make sure that did not stretch too long. Zapped, fried, fizzled, I am paying for pushing yesterday. It is not my body paying me back for exercising, exactly, it is more like battery cells which have been run dry. Trying to work and recharge today makes doing anything strenuous tenuous.
The sun is out, and shining "big". It is good to see and feel. We did get a skift of new snow, but the sun has eaten that. First it became a water slick, now it has gone to better places (someone else's soon to be snowfield, ha). Now, I like the snow so it is all good to me. I even enjoy the temperatures around here. Yesterday was a wonderful day. I didn't need my jacket, really, and let the wind whip it around as I walked outside instead of using the tunnel. When, in idle chatter, I discussed how nice the weather was, the guy I was speaking with had no interest save hoping that it warms up. Warms up? It... well... it WAS warm. I truly must be from another planet. Or he was. Bah!
Not much will be done today. Concentration is something that becomes strained when I over exert or simply when my batteries are too low for whatever reason. Still, the chores are getting to a point where I should have my house back into some kind of shape in a few days of effort. Even eight hours, or even six, I could have the place very spiffy, should I nose in and just work. Which means it is not that bad, just needing a lick and a spit, as they say. No, I do not mean that would bring it back up to bachelor standards, I mean it would bring it up to my Mother's standards (within my capacity to do so).
I just woke from my nap, not much else is going on and I can think of nothing interesting (of course) right at the moment. So, off I go. Have a good evening.
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It took a bit longer than I had hoped to come down and get to bed yesterday, though nothing drastic. By 23:30, if memory serves, I was in bed. Sleep was not long at all in arriving. I actually think I slept so soundly that I did not roll as I should, causing the slight headache I woke with. The good news is that I woke well, mostly. I set the alarm for a reasonable time and woke to it. I was and am tired though. I just took a nap, and set the alarm to make sure that did not stretch too long. Zapped, fried, fizzled, I am paying for pushing yesterday. It is not my body paying me back for exercising, exactly, it is more like battery cells which have been run dry. Trying to work and recharge today makes doing anything strenuous tenuous.
The sun is out, and shining "big". It is good to see and feel. We did get a skift of new snow, but the sun has eaten that. First it became a water slick, now it has gone to better places (someone else's soon to be snowfield, ha). Now, I like the snow so it is all good to me. I even enjoy the temperatures around here. Yesterday was a wonderful day. I didn't need my jacket, really, and let the wind whip it around as I walked outside instead of using the tunnel. When, in idle chatter, I discussed how nice the weather was, the guy I was speaking with had no interest save hoping that it warms up. Warms up? It... well... it WAS warm. I truly must be from another planet. Or he was. Bah!
Not much will be done today. Concentration is something that becomes strained when I over exert or simply when my batteries are too low for whatever reason. Still, the chores are getting to a point where I should have my house back into some kind of shape in a few days of effort. Even eight hours, or even six, I could have the place very spiffy, should I nose in and just work. Which means it is not that bad, just needing a lick and a spit, as they say. No, I do not mean that would bring it back up to bachelor standards, I mean it would bring it up to my Mother's standards (within my capacity to do so).
I just woke from my nap, not much else is going on and I can think of nothing interesting (of course) right at the moment. So, off I go. Have a good evening.
Monday, February 7, 2011
Sanity, from a psycopathogen?
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Oh, psychopathogen is my nickname for psychiatrists, psychosteins for psychologists, by the way. Anywhile, the answer to the question of a title is, yes. That is the first conversation I have had with any medical facilitator in many a year where I thought they were not being passive-aggressive, peevish, elusive, just plain lying, or all those at once. Huh. Never would have thunk that one. I am glad I peeled myself off the psychic floor and did not quit because of the foolishness I have been dealing with elsewhere in the medical community.
After an extensive interview he even suggest my problem probably is medical, not psychiatric. Oh yes. I thanked him for it too. Of course, as soon as I thanked him, he backed off and covered his butt. No matter, I got the "probably medical" right the first time, and so did he if he was not so sure he should have said it. I think he also came up with the reason medicine will not offer Ritalin. The fear of mania. We did discuss this and I explained that both anti-depressants and extreme efforts on my part, probably lead to those episodes. Still, that would not satisfy medical. So, what he has proposed is adding a mood stabilizer. This is not to my taste, but if they will allow Ritalin with it, and then we go back to Lisinipril and the water pill I was on, I will bite that apple. I am not sure how this combination will work, it is different, but I would be willing to put my skin in the game with three out of four choices.
Now, the deal is not done. He is merely a consultant to my medical provider, which is the Ogden clinic. He can only recommend, advise. So, I will set up an appointment there and we will see how that goes. I am, sadly, quite dubious. Still, this day has offered some hope that there might be something that works in the pipeline. Of course, it does not really matter to a degree. In three or four years I will cease taking medicines period. I will only take this junk long enough to give me a chance to regain health and condition through normal means. If that does not work then I will die. I will not be on medicine the rest of my life. Of course, that is assuming I do not stroke out or have a fatal heart attach in the time between now and any possible agreement on a medication treatment.
The first sensible medical treatment I have seen in years, and from a psychopathogen. Imagine that will you? Bah. But... okay. Well, time to tinker and come down. I had to press it hard to get up, get ready, get out, and get back. I need to kick it down before bedtime or I will ruin my three days of pre-sun rises and shines... well, not shines so much, but... It has been good. Later or good night.
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Oh, psychopathogen is my nickname for psychiatrists, psychosteins for psychologists, by the way. Anywhile, the answer to the question of a title is, yes. That is the first conversation I have had with any medical facilitator in many a year where I thought they were not being passive-aggressive, peevish, elusive, just plain lying, or all those at once. Huh. Never would have thunk that one. I am glad I peeled myself off the psychic floor and did not quit because of the foolishness I have been dealing with elsewhere in the medical community.
After an extensive interview he even suggest my problem probably is medical, not psychiatric. Oh yes. I thanked him for it too. Of course, as soon as I thanked him, he backed off and covered his butt. No matter, I got the "probably medical" right the first time, and so did he if he was not so sure he should have said it. I think he also came up with the reason medicine will not offer Ritalin. The fear of mania. We did discuss this and I explained that both anti-depressants and extreme efforts on my part, probably lead to those episodes. Still, that would not satisfy medical. So, what he has proposed is adding a mood stabilizer. This is not to my taste, but if they will allow Ritalin with it, and then we go back to Lisinipril and the water pill I was on, I will bite that apple. I am not sure how this combination will work, it is different, but I would be willing to put my skin in the game with three out of four choices.
Now, the deal is not done. He is merely a consultant to my medical provider, which is the Ogden clinic. He can only recommend, advise. So, I will set up an appointment there and we will see how that goes. I am, sadly, quite dubious. Still, this day has offered some hope that there might be something that works in the pipeline. Of course, it does not really matter to a degree. In three or four years I will cease taking medicines period. I will only take this junk long enough to give me a chance to regain health and condition through normal means. If that does not work then I will die. I will not be on medicine the rest of my life. Of course, that is assuming I do not stroke out or have a fatal heart attach in the time between now and any possible agreement on a medication treatment.
The first sensible medical treatment I have seen in years, and from a psychopathogen. Imagine that will you? Bah. But... okay. Well, time to tinker and come down. I had to press it hard to get up, get ready, get out, and get back. I need to kick it down before bedtime or I will ruin my three days of pre-sun rises and shines... well, not shines so much, but... It has been good. Later or good night.
It is a rough one.
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I did get the trash out, and an old batch of beans I have been meaning to get out for... a while now. That was one of the holdups on getting another fresh batch of beans in the works. Which held up rice too. Which... spirals into nothing getting done. A few different chores in a few areas not being done in a timely manner and I fall out of touch. Some of it I probably could do, but not all of it. And, when it seems too much needing done, something just clicks "off". Anyway, one of those chores is done, and the trash taken out too. As well, the kitty litter was tended as an afterthought, though I have been keeping up on that fairly well.
By the way, as fast as I go through kitty litter and at the price of it, say $60 a month give or take (changing lightly 2 times a week and adding in extra to fill, with a complete change once, a week is all) an automatic litter box might be worth the money. At $250 or so, with expensive but rarely changed out litter, I think it would end up being not only chore saving but money saving. Then again, who really knows. I am going to begin investigating that again.
Yes, a tough one. I have had to push and push just to get the little done I have done and I still need to shower, groom, dress properly, and make it to SLC. It just is not an easy day. Am I expecting to much to expect life to just sort of happen? Yeah, the extras might need a little push. But should everything require extreme effort? This is not new, this has been the way of it for 20 plus years now. It is not age, it is not weight, it is not depression, it is a combination of a sense of the need to sleep that is nearly overwhelming and a bit of confusion at times. Staying up for more than 12 hours at a time, without extreme shoving, is a new thing to me. Only in the last 5 to 8 years has that even been possible without so much stress to it I would become suicidal. Now I can do so, and longer, but at the cost of any real activity. I almost have to do nothing to make it. Exercise can see me to sleeping days at a time. Am I really asking too much to either be left alone or to receive the one thing I have ever seen that helped? Really?
Well, anyway, thinking about that gets my gumption up. Now to use that to shower and get going. I should still be there early enough, this time, to grab a bite to eat before I have to be there but we will see. Oh, I forgot to do the 24 hour urinalysis yesterday. I may just have to do that tomorrow (cannot today for obvious reasons) and just pay my own way into SLC. Yeah, I know, but a half a tank of fuel is precious these days, especially when the tank holds 18 gallons and change. I am a bit more flush this month, so I can actually do it. Just understand, everything from energy to money, for me, is marginal. I have to watch every nickle, every action, and every word, give or take. Costs... I often feel that I know more about how the men made it back from the failed effort to land on the moon than most would dare to think they did. Where they had to switch this, turn off that, funnel this, just to limp back. They were never sure they could do it and the odds were very against them. Even with the greatest minds working on the problem, it was a minor miracle they pulled it off. It was no fun for them. I wonder how they would have liked doing that with their own bodies throughout a twenty year lifespan? Tight, that is all I am saying.
Well, off and too it. Have a good day. I will rough it, and today, even being rough, I actually think I will make it. I am getting the sweats just thinking about it so I best get too it before I fail, again. Bah! Double bah!
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I did get the trash out, and an old batch of beans I have been meaning to get out for... a while now. That was one of the holdups on getting another fresh batch of beans in the works. Which held up rice too. Which... spirals into nothing getting done. A few different chores in a few areas not being done in a timely manner and I fall out of touch. Some of it I probably could do, but not all of it. And, when it seems too much needing done, something just clicks "off". Anyway, one of those chores is done, and the trash taken out too. As well, the kitty litter was tended as an afterthought, though I have been keeping up on that fairly well.
By the way, as fast as I go through kitty litter and at the price of it, say $60 a month give or take (changing lightly 2 times a week and adding in extra to fill, with a complete change once, a week is all) an automatic litter box might be worth the money. At $250 or so, with expensive but rarely changed out litter, I think it would end up being not only chore saving but money saving. Then again, who really knows. I am going to begin investigating that again.
Yes, a tough one. I have had to push and push just to get the little done I have done and I still need to shower, groom, dress properly, and make it to SLC. It just is not an easy day. Am I expecting to much to expect life to just sort of happen? Yeah, the extras might need a little push. But should everything require extreme effort? This is not new, this has been the way of it for 20 plus years now. It is not age, it is not weight, it is not depression, it is a combination of a sense of the need to sleep that is nearly overwhelming and a bit of confusion at times. Staying up for more than 12 hours at a time, without extreme shoving, is a new thing to me. Only in the last 5 to 8 years has that even been possible without so much stress to it I would become suicidal. Now I can do so, and longer, but at the cost of any real activity. I almost have to do nothing to make it. Exercise can see me to sleeping days at a time. Am I really asking too much to either be left alone or to receive the one thing I have ever seen that helped? Really?
Well, anyway, thinking about that gets my gumption up. Now to use that to shower and get going. I should still be there early enough, this time, to grab a bite to eat before I have to be there but we will see. Oh, I forgot to do the 24 hour urinalysis yesterday. I may just have to do that tomorrow (cannot today for obvious reasons) and just pay my own way into SLC. Yeah, I know, but a half a tank of fuel is precious these days, especially when the tank holds 18 gallons and change. I am a bit more flush this month, so I can actually do it. Just understand, everything from energy to money, for me, is marginal. I have to watch every nickle, every action, and every word, give or take. Costs... I often feel that I know more about how the men made it back from the failed effort to land on the moon than most would dare to think they did. Where they had to switch this, turn off that, funnel this, just to limp back. They were never sure they could do it and the odds were very against them. Even with the greatest minds working on the problem, it was a minor miracle they pulled it off. It was no fun for them. I wonder how they would have liked doing that with their own bodies throughout a twenty year lifespan? Tight, that is all I am saying.
Well, off and too it. Have a good day. I will rough it, and today, even being rough, I actually think I will make it. I am getting the sweats just thinking about it so I best get too it before I fail, again. Bah! Double bah!
Mostly good.
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Three days of seeing my feet on the floor before seeing the sun on the horizon. Pleased, I say. Self satisfaction in such little things has to bore others to tears, but it is what I have. I have an appointment again today, at 15:00 or so. It should be an easy one to make if one I am not looking forward to being present at. Still, it is the way it goes. I had thought, perhaps, to get my vehicle in for an oil change. I just do not see that happening. Time and complexity and doubt make that improbable. Further, I am not sure that trying to fit too many things "out there" together in one day is wise yet. I need a carrier agent for such doings, such as my mother, my lady friend, someone who knows I have limits and will... advise, support, guide, or such. Either that or I need to be in fear or have some other adrenaline inducing situation to help. As is I blare my stereo in order to produce enough adrenaline to make it through trips.
A shower, brushing of teeth and hair, and a bit of tinkering leading up to my exit is all I can expect. Though I may be able to leave early enough for it to be a comfortable trip. So much is involved in so much of life, I really think people have forgotten how complex life is because they are simply busy living it. If they had to choose between clean body, clean clothes, eating, sleep, and a few other things, and could only pick one or two of those, how soon would the world they know break down. Those are my choices. It takes Herculean effort to have all of those dials on "go". Even then, eating might have to be addressed in a less than optimal manner, such as by eating fast food. The body must eat to function. Period. Calories, when it needs them, are calories. It does not care about balance, fat, salt, sugar, protein or such, just the bottom line.
Oh, I had best get the trash out today. This morning, now. So. Later. Have a good day though.
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Three days of seeing my feet on the floor before seeing the sun on the horizon. Pleased, I say. Self satisfaction in such little things has to bore others to tears, but it is what I have. I have an appointment again today, at 15:00 or so. It should be an easy one to make if one I am not looking forward to being present at. Still, it is the way it goes. I had thought, perhaps, to get my vehicle in for an oil change. I just do not see that happening. Time and complexity and doubt make that improbable. Further, I am not sure that trying to fit too many things "out there" together in one day is wise yet. I need a carrier agent for such doings, such as my mother, my lady friend, someone who knows I have limits and will... advise, support, guide, or such. Either that or I need to be in fear or have some other adrenaline inducing situation to help. As is I blare my stereo in order to produce enough adrenaline to make it through trips.
A shower, brushing of teeth and hair, and a bit of tinkering leading up to my exit is all I can expect. Though I may be able to leave early enough for it to be a comfortable trip. So much is involved in so much of life, I really think people have forgotten how complex life is because they are simply busy living it. If they had to choose between clean body, clean clothes, eating, sleep, and a few other things, and could only pick one or two of those, how soon would the world they know break down. Those are my choices. It takes Herculean effort to have all of those dials on "go". Even then, eating might have to be addressed in a less than optimal manner, such as by eating fast food. The body must eat to function. Period. Calories, when it needs them, are calories. It does not care about balance, fat, salt, sugar, protein or such, just the bottom line.
Oh, I had best get the trash out today. This morning, now. So. Later. Have a good day though.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
The little beasts are ruthless.
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And rather bright. The cat types that is. They have learned, through trial and error, that direct confrontation with pop-o, in order to wake him, ends it little thuds and kitty marks on the walls. Nothing personal, mind you. And, whiskers in the face, while receiving no dangerous reaction, will simply find me pulling the blankets up. The tickles, however, do make me smile even in my sleep. Remember now, Sam and Sassy do not really get along. Then again, they are female, and feline, so... getting along may be something totally different for them than for me. So, when all else has failed, they have through trial and error devised a way to wake pop-o. Since they know I am careful with them, in my rolling and such, and they know that I cannot sleep well when I get too warm, they now cuddle in on both sides of me, keeping me from rolling out or shifting the blankets or such. It is cute, it really is. I have my own biological alarm clocks. I just have to remember not to put food out later in the evening. Not smart, eh? Collusion too. Sweet little pests.
A bit of a fever this morning. It has mostly lifted. A bit of a headache too, but that went untreated and is just a ghost in the back of my mind. My arms are sore, but do not hurt to use. I have been eating well enough, and drinking milk. I sure miss it when I run out and cannot get out. Milk, more than any other thing I have, is a treat every time. At two gallons a week, whole and straight and for years, one would think I would be tired of the stuff. Not so. Even in my teens I could drink half of a gallon at a sitting, if allowed. The cats love it too. Sam less so. Sassy is like her pop-o, at least for now. She gets two tablespoons of it three to six times a day and would have it more if she had the wherewithal.
Well, back to tinkering. Not much will be done today, which is fine. Tomorrow I have another appointment in SLC. They are doing a lot of tests, though this one is psych intake. I am pretty sure I am okay in this regard, but I will let them look. It cannot hurt and it should satisfy them that I allowed this to take place. Of course, they believe the whole of the problem to be psychological in nature. And they think that because they have not found what is wrong. Psychology seems to be the garbage can for medicine. Cannot find the problem, why then it must be of the mind! Admitting incompetence, or at the very least huge limitations, would be a good first start for medicine. Instead, they get people branded as lunatics for life because they do not know what they are doing too often. Bah!
The sun is out. It would be a good day to get out. I simply do not have what it would take to get out. I am enjoying the warmth and light. Of course, my computer is in the front room where all the light pours in, trying to compute. Computer games are a bit difficult to view in such situations. And, yet, I am pleased for the extra sunshine. There is no warmth like what comes from the sun either. It warms the bones, gone hard from a long winter. The sun certainly cheers the mind and spirit. Even the felines are prancing a little bit more. All is good here.
Have a good day. Get out if you can. Do one little thing outside for those of us stuck inside, would you? A little walk, an extra bit of work out there, or even an unplanned visit to your post box. I will be there in spirit. Later.
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And rather bright. The cat types that is. They have learned, through trial and error, that direct confrontation with pop-o, in order to wake him, ends it little thuds and kitty marks on the walls. Nothing personal, mind you. And, whiskers in the face, while receiving no dangerous reaction, will simply find me pulling the blankets up. The tickles, however, do make me smile even in my sleep. Remember now, Sam and Sassy do not really get along. Then again, they are female, and feline, so... getting along may be something totally different for them than for me. So, when all else has failed, they have through trial and error devised a way to wake pop-o. Since they know I am careful with them, in my rolling and such, and they know that I cannot sleep well when I get too warm, they now cuddle in on both sides of me, keeping me from rolling out or shifting the blankets or such. It is cute, it really is. I have my own biological alarm clocks. I just have to remember not to put food out later in the evening. Not smart, eh? Collusion too. Sweet little pests.
A bit of a fever this morning. It has mostly lifted. A bit of a headache too, but that went untreated and is just a ghost in the back of my mind. My arms are sore, but do not hurt to use. I have been eating well enough, and drinking milk. I sure miss it when I run out and cannot get out. Milk, more than any other thing I have, is a treat every time. At two gallons a week, whole and straight and for years, one would think I would be tired of the stuff. Not so. Even in my teens I could drink half of a gallon at a sitting, if allowed. The cats love it too. Sam less so. Sassy is like her pop-o, at least for now. She gets two tablespoons of it three to six times a day and would have it more if she had the wherewithal.
Well, back to tinkering. Not much will be done today, which is fine. Tomorrow I have another appointment in SLC. They are doing a lot of tests, though this one is psych intake. I am pretty sure I am okay in this regard, but I will let them look. It cannot hurt and it should satisfy them that I allowed this to take place. Of course, they believe the whole of the problem to be psychological in nature. And they think that because they have not found what is wrong. Psychology seems to be the garbage can for medicine. Cannot find the problem, why then it must be of the mind! Admitting incompetence, or at the very least huge limitations, would be a good first start for medicine. Instead, they get people branded as lunatics for life because they do not know what they are doing too often. Bah!
The sun is out. It would be a good day to get out. I simply do not have what it would take to get out. I am enjoying the warmth and light. Of course, my computer is in the front room where all the light pours in, trying to compute. Computer games are a bit difficult to view in such situations. And, yet, I am pleased for the extra sunshine. There is no warmth like what comes from the sun either. It warms the bones, gone hard from a long winter. The sun certainly cheers the mind and spirit. Even the felines are prancing a little bit more. All is good here.
Have a good day. Get out if you can. Do one little thing outside for those of us stuck inside, would you? A little walk, an extra bit of work out there, or even an unplanned visit to your post box. I will be there in spirit. Later.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
It has been a really good rough day.
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It is so odd, but when I work, when I function, I do. And it is so darned easy. I want to do something and it gets done. I can be sick and still do what I intend to do without fuss, muss, or bother. Thought translates directly to action and action leads to completion. Why it is sometimes so easy, essentially what most of you do every day, I do not know. Why it becomes so very disrupted I cannot say either. It just does. There is no secret path around it. Only Ritalin ever helped, and that tentatively, mostly, sort of... Still, today was an on day, for the most part.
I am definitely still feeling buggy. Either this evening, while I try to sleep, or in the morning, I am going to have one of those buggy bm's. Though the felines, for whatever reason, like visiting me in the 'lou', I have some doubts if they will stay when this come out. I am hoping it takes the bug stuff with it. The fever is lessened, it is just a pastel of the bright red it started as. The headache was mostly treated with aspirin, the stomach is still moody and the feel of it suggest that a sick bm is coming. The arms are feeling better too. A little shortness of breath, though, oddly.
They keep asking if I am short of breath. Well, no. What about if you lay on your back or go up a flight of steps? Actually, I use the stairs often, and since I am always on the verge of being late and many of my clinics are on the fourth floor, I can attest to the fact that I can do four floors without a hitch. Heck, I never lose my breath or feel the need to catch it when I reach my clinic. Though sometimes I do have a quick catch, though I attribute that more to worry about being late than anything physical. How odd that I am this out of shape and yet, not. Now, I cannot do sprints. But I can walk at a pace most people need to jog to maintain, and do so when I have a bit of distance to cover. Actually, I usually walk at a high pace. Odd, truly.
Well, good night. I wanted to stay up another hour, and I stretched writing this, but my stretch has ended. Sleep well, I am pretty sure I will. If that stupid bm will wait or hurry, anyway. Bah!
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It is so odd, but when I work, when I function, I do. And it is so darned easy. I want to do something and it gets done. I can be sick and still do what I intend to do without fuss, muss, or bother. Thought translates directly to action and action leads to completion. Why it is sometimes so easy, essentially what most of you do every day, I do not know. Why it becomes so very disrupted I cannot say either. It just does. There is no secret path around it. Only Ritalin ever helped, and that tentatively, mostly, sort of... Still, today was an on day, for the most part.
I am definitely still feeling buggy. Either this evening, while I try to sleep, or in the morning, I am going to have one of those buggy bm's. Though the felines, for whatever reason, like visiting me in the 'lou', I have some doubts if they will stay when this come out. I am hoping it takes the bug stuff with it. The fever is lessened, it is just a pastel of the bright red it started as. The headache was mostly treated with aspirin, the stomach is still moody and the feel of it suggest that a sick bm is coming. The arms are feeling better too. A little shortness of breath, though, oddly.
They keep asking if I am short of breath. Well, no. What about if you lay on your back or go up a flight of steps? Actually, I use the stairs often, and since I am always on the verge of being late and many of my clinics are on the fourth floor, I can attest to the fact that I can do four floors without a hitch. Heck, I never lose my breath or feel the need to catch it when I reach my clinic. Though sometimes I do have a quick catch, though I attribute that more to worry about being late than anything physical. How odd that I am this out of shape and yet, not. Now, I cannot do sprints. But I can walk at a pace most people need to jog to maintain, and do so when I have a bit of distance to cover. Actually, I usually walk at a high pace. Odd, truly.
Well, good night. I wanted to stay up another hour, and I stretched writing this, but my stretch has ended. Sleep well, I am pretty sure I will. If that stupid bm will wait or hurry, anyway. Bah!
I think the "flu" is lifting.
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Then again, with me, there are usually reverberations of the illness, sometimes for days or weeks. I do not get as ill, or as often, as most. Once every four or five years I hit it big though. What I am going through is rather typical. A day or two of fever and a few other symptoms, coming in waves, then usually all but gone after that time. I am not worried about the preservative, actually. It is what is in the boosters themselves that I am never sure about. If I were strongly into conspiracy theories, I would be looking at that closely. Alien mind control, I would say. Fortunately, I do not believe in aliens or that we have mass mind control capacity. Communist countries would never change if so. I am sure they have tried. I wonder how many were murdered to disappear the facts?
Sam and Sassy have been enjoying having pop-o back. More attention, milk a bit more often, and less grump. Their food has always been fairly well tended, and their litter boxes too, for the most part. A few slides on that last recently, but... The smell gets to me even through the fog of exhaustion. They do work to bring me out of things. And, even when grumpy, they do not fear me. Bah! What good is being an ogre if you cannot even frighten a kitten! Ah, but it is good too.
Dinner, a real one, home made, and shortly. I did have an orange julius this morning, two raw eggs beaten into orange juice with a little vanilla extract (and some sugar, hush it is a rare thing). I did not feel like eating anything else, the system did not seem interested if it could have handled it. But now I am hungry. Chicken, carrots, and something... Hmm, might be a good time to make a batch of rice. Yeah, that would work.
Well, just blathering today. Illness, or more fever, tends to do that to me. Though I have those tendencies anyway so it does not take much. Later.
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Then again, with me, there are usually reverberations of the illness, sometimes for days or weeks. I do not get as ill, or as often, as most. Once every four or five years I hit it big though. What I am going through is rather typical. A day or two of fever and a few other symptoms, coming in waves, then usually all but gone after that time. I am not worried about the preservative, actually. It is what is in the boosters themselves that I am never sure about. If I were strongly into conspiracy theories, I would be looking at that closely. Alien mind control, I would say. Fortunately, I do not believe in aliens or that we have mass mind control capacity. Communist countries would never change if so. I am sure they have tried. I wonder how many were murdered to disappear the facts?
Sam and Sassy have been enjoying having pop-o back. More attention, milk a bit more often, and less grump. Their food has always been fairly well tended, and their litter boxes too, for the most part. A few slides on that last recently, but... The smell gets to me even through the fog of exhaustion. They do work to bring me out of things. And, even when grumpy, they do not fear me. Bah! What good is being an ogre if you cannot even frighten a kitten! Ah, but it is good too.
Dinner, a real one, home made, and shortly. I did have an orange julius this morning, two raw eggs beaten into orange juice with a little vanilla extract (and some sugar, hush it is a rare thing). I did not feel like eating anything else, the system did not seem interested if it could have handled it. But now I am hungry. Chicken, carrots, and something... Hmm, might be a good time to make a batch of rice. Yeah, that would work.
Well, just blathering today. Illness, or more fever, tends to do that to me. Though I have those tendencies anyway so it does not take much. Later.
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