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I have been making good progress reading the bible. Those four books have been read. Sometimes at a slower pace, sometimes a little faster, but always with an open heart and as open of a mind as is possible. Not that I lack faith, sometimes the mind simply will not stay active while reading. I am well into the next book too.
I finally downloaded Linux, Fedora is what I decided, due to it's stability and a few other things. I have heard it is rather stable, can be used as a server, and more. I downloaded the live CD version, though I can either choose to put it on CD or DVD, or more, I can choose either of those versions. The DVD version will have a wider variety of options and extras from what I can tell. So, I will probably go with the DVD version, when I finally get around to that and if it works on my machine and then I can figure out how to install and configure it.
I did take a shower, which I needed well and truly. Though the fevers have passed, the heat remains if it is an external thing. I also went out. I did not go shopping as I had thought I might, but went instead to a fast food place. I know, I know, with money running out I should not be tossing it away like that. Though, really, I do not think it costs much more for a meal there than if I make it myself, especially per calorie. Though I could do a lot more of a healthy meal with that same amount of coin and cooking. But, with the heat already a problem, cooking does not sound exciting.
Even with the air on, I can only get it to about 80 F here in the cave. I am back to the beginning, again, again. But I am getting better at getting better. *grins* I have much to do and really need to get started with it. I might be able to research some of it this weekend, but much of it will have to wait until Monday. And I would like to work on the notes from the online physics course as well as get some target practice in tomorrow. I am not sure when I will be able to sleep at this temperature, though I suspect that will not happen until the early morning.
I have decided to take the a/c back. From what I have heard from another who installed one, it does not help that much. Simply put, the design of this place and the weather conditions here combine to offer underwhelming cooling from many devices. And, with tightening finances, a few degrees is not worth the money spent. Plus, I am becoming more comfortable with the temps, if I might still have sleeping difficulties.
Yes, I need to begin packing up and moving many things back to the storage unit. I have a few things to take from the unit and bring to the cave as well. I would like to begin this tomorrow, or sometime in the next days since it will be cool. I will have to remember to bring the dolly back to the cave, as it will make moving the weights a lot easier, and I have promised my neighbor I will help him remove his old T.V. from his apartment. He thinks a dolly will make that much easier. So...
Those lists of things to be done, appointments, and ongoing works sure adds up at times. I have to wonder how people are able to keep up with work, family, play, and business. The people who have real lives that is. And though I am getting there, I cannot be sure I will ever quite be there. So much to do, so little time, choices dependent on time, money, and energy, it amazes me looking at it all from the fringes where I now stand. But, too, as I move closer to the target, I realize the swirls, ebb, and flow begin to create a hypnotic motion which draws one farther and farther into the middle and allows a bit of auto-pilot and smooths out as one goes, if it does not make one nauseated. Some can go in, some cannot, and others of us are just finding out. It is a rat race, but a rewarding one if one can stomach it.
Hmm, a late night snack, a little tinkering, and then I am going to try to sleep. Later, or more hopefully...
Goodnight, Jean. *grins*
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Checking email.
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I decided to check my email and saw 5 emails! Woot. Then it dawned on me, this could all be bad news. Is there any outstanding bill, did I mess up somewhere and forget something, what? Nope, all good. As the plains Indians used to say, the email is coming the email is coming! Or was that buffalo? I always forget. That is the most email I have had in a while. And, you know I rarely comment back or write much when I do, so responding only took an hour. ha
Not much going on today. The cave is hot. I have not been able to lower it below Very Warm F. But that is okay too. I have not even stepped out my door. I should shower, shave, and go shopping. I have not been sleeping overly much, but my days and nights are once again confused. I will fix that when I can. I have been reading the bible and am well into John, the first book of it.
There are still many things said which seem to be contradictory, not just to other passages, but to the theme of the bible and what seems to be the will of God and Christ. I learned, now that I think back on it, young that the bible, the will of God, Christ's words, and all are beyond real comprehension. We can understand bits, but some things He says really baffle me. Then again, his disciples, the chosen among those, often were confused, confounded, afraid to ask more, and sometimes Christ took pity on them and them and explained.
Though I also notice that the more I read, the more of the weave of the book comes to understandings of sorts. I think the understanding is often as much of the spirit as it is of the mind or flesh sum total. When confronted or confounded by the world, having read the bible allows the Holy Spirit, should one will that, to fill one and take over or direct one's actions. Our hands, as I have always believed, are not our own. Who controls them for the most part tells where our heart lives. Even our sins may well turn into glory to God in several ways, if in no other way then as testament to God through our bowing to Christ for the forgiveness of those sins.
Some things written, as well, are simply difficult to believe. Healing the blind, lame, and even lepers, turning water to wine, raising the dead, even raising Himself from the dead. I do believe, I understand why these stretch the faith of some new hearers quite thin. Though, honestly, it is often not these things which cause faith to whiter in those who have been taught. More often it is that the path believing would force one to attempt seems steep, narrow, difficult, and sacrificial. Which it is, and is not. Ask a mountain climber how he possibly can do what he does. One way he could put it is, one foot at a time, sometimes one inch at a time, sometimes only a very careful minor lean at a time, and sometimes across a huge span over a great fall in a huge harrowing leap of faith. So goes Christianity.
It has been a good couple of days of rest. Monday, however, will begin a long week of work. I have to get going on getting out of the contract, a VA appointment, fingerprinting, setting up the move, course studies, and shooting practice. I have little money and a lot of month left so I will need to be careful about it all as well. It may be cooler, it is supposed to possibly rain Sunday through Tuesday, which would make it cooler all the way to Wednesday or Thursday. That would help, but either way, I have to do these things.
Hungry! I am surely that. Have a good day.
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I decided to check my email and saw 5 emails! Woot. Then it dawned on me, this could all be bad news. Is there any outstanding bill, did I mess up somewhere and forget something, what? Nope, all good. As the plains Indians used to say, the email is coming the email is coming! Or was that buffalo? I always forget. That is the most email I have had in a while. And, you know I rarely comment back or write much when I do, so responding only took an hour. ha
Not much going on today. The cave is hot. I have not been able to lower it below Very Warm F. But that is okay too. I have not even stepped out my door. I should shower, shave, and go shopping. I have not been sleeping overly much, but my days and nights are once again confused. I will fix that when I can. I have been reading the bible and am well into John, the first book of it.
There are still many things said which seem to be contradictory, not just to other passages, but to the theme of the bible and what seems to be the will of God and Christ. I learned, now that I think back on it, young that the bible, the will of God, Christ's words, and all are beyond real comprehension. We can understand bits, but some things He says really baffle me. Then again, his disciples, the chosen among those, often were confused, confounded, afraid to ask more, and sometimes Christ took pity on them and them and explained.
Though I also notice that the more I read, the more of the weave of the book comes to understandings of sorts. I think the understanding is often as much of the spirit as it is of the mind or flesh sum total. When confronted or confounded by the world, having read the bible allows the Holy Spirit, should one will that, to fill one and take over or direct one's actions. Our hands, as I have always believed, are not our own. Who controls them for the most part tells where our heart lives. Even our sins may well turn into glory to God in several ways, if in no other way then as testament to God through our bowing to Christ for the forgiveness of those sins.
Some things written, as well, are simply difficult to believe. Healing the blind, lame, and even lepers, turning water to wine, raising the dead, even raising Himself from the dead. I do believe, I understand why these stretch the faith of some new hearers quite thin. Though, honestly, it is often not these things which cause faith to whiter in those who have been taught. More often it is that the path believing would force one to attempt seems steep, narrow, difficult, and sacrificial. Which it is, and is not. Ask a mountain climber how he possibly can do what he does. One way he could put it is, one foot at a time, sometimes one inch at a time, sometimes only a very careful minor lean at a time, and sometimes across a huge span over a great fall in a huge harrowing leap of faith. So goes Christianity.
It has been a good couple of days of rest. Monday, however, will begin a long week of work. I have to get going on getting out of the contract, a VA appointment, fingerprinting, setting up the move, course studies, and shooting practice. I have little money and a lot of month left so I will need to be careful about it all as well. It may be cooler, it is supposed to possibly rain Sunday through Tuesday, which would make it cooler all the way to Wednesday or Thursday. That would help, but either way, I have to do these things.
Hungry! I am surely that. Have a good day.
Attention to detail.
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I finally figured out why I had not been sleeping well at night, or part of it. I had not been looking at the thermometers lately. For a week or so, it was cool enough that simply turning the air conditioner to fan was enough, and sometimes more, to cool the cave comfortably. That has not been the case, it seems, or for a while. When I was initially sickened by the medicine it did not matter. I was burning up when it should have been cool to cold, and besides, I remember little from those fevered days so who knows what was really going on with the temp, a/c, or... anything really. So, I turned on the air conditioner proper just now and I hope to have it cool enough to sleep in an hour.
As I passed through the first three books of the New Testament, I kept running into 'problems'. Some things that did not jive with other things. The contradictions seemed to mount, more so because the first books are very similar tellings of many of the same incidences. I remember having worked most of this out back in my preteen years, and well actually. But I do not remember how I did that. No worries, this did not shake my faith, it just lead me to thought and prayer. And, in time, that has panned out. The subtleties are becoming clarified, the contradictions are not what they seem, and understanding is smoothing out. Still, there is much more to understand, I have many questions, and in time I will revisit many points, with a fuller expectation of spending more time on various parables and writings as literal understandings are not quite possible with what is given, or I note complexity that is slightly hidden, or I am curious about how or why something was phrased as it was.
One example is when Christ suggested that some with Him there would not see death until they saw... the end times, or something like that. I am sleepy, so memory and or word usage fails a bit. I took from that Christ was saying some of those there with Him should still be alive, of flesh, and will remain so until He returns. It is written several different ways in those first three books, but they lean toward what I have written. Oh, and there are many other items of interest and intrigue.
Hmm, I am hungry again. I could not eat much today, it was simply too warm. My stomach goes on strike, if I do attempt to put token amounts of sustenance in the bio-machine anyway. I am getting somewhat low on food and money, and yet have a big ISP bill and a trip to the SLC VA, for which I will just as likely not be directly or immediately (if at all) compensated. Yeah, I know, I am very lucky to be compensated for traveling to a free medical vender at all. Now, too, I use the term free. Free as in, it only cost me my mind. :P Nothing is really free. Meh, I was probably out of my mind anyway. I did, after all, join the N.A.V.Y. (never again volunteer yourself). *grins* But I did like the Navy and am simply disappointed I could not turn it into a career. Beside all the other nuts and kooks, there was a world to see, interesting things to do, and a rank ladder to climb. I would certainly give up the free medical and money to have been able to do that. Even if I am getting, comparatively, a fortune, and have all the free time I want. Yep, I am crazy!
Being a weekend, I cannot do business tomorrow. I should be able to buy some food items though, which will hopefully last the rest of the month. I had best be wearing my thinking cap or I will end up with odds and ends and little in the way of meal settings. Peanut butter without bread, cereal without milk, yeah, I do that from time to time. Often more frequently than can be explained by random dumb luck.
Well, back to it. I just thought I would leave a note to self. Self, turn on the air conditioner by at least 19:00 so by 22:00 or 23:00 you can sleep! Doh! By the way, self, did we not just have this conversation not that long ago? Why, yes we did. Doh!
Good night, Mary Lou. (I know, a repeat, but I like Mary Lou, a lot.) I think I did, or was that Mary Beth, Mary Ann, or... I liked them all, actually, mostly, probably... *sigh*
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I finally figured out why I had not been sleeping well at night, or part of it. I had not been looking at the thermometers lately. For a week or so, it was cool enough that simply turning the air conditioner to fan was enough, and sometimes more, to cool the cave comfortably. That has not been the case, it seems, or for a while. When I was initially sickened by the medicine it did not matter. I was burning up when it should have been cool to cold, and besides, I remember little from those fevered days so who knows what was really going on with the temp, a/c, or... anything really. So, I turned on the air conditioner proper just now and I hope to have it cool enough to sleep in an hour.
As I passed through the first three books of the New Testament, I kept running into 'problems'. Some things that did not jive with other things. The contradictions seemed to mount, more so because the first books are very similar tellings of many of the same incidences. I remember having worked most of this out back in my preteen years, and well actually. But I do not remember how I did that. No worries, this did not shake my faith, it just lead me to thought and prayer. And, in time, that has panned out. The subtleties are becoming clarified, the contradictions are not what they seem, and understanding is smoothing out. Still, there is much more to understand, I have many questions, and in time I will revisit many points, with a fuller expectation of spending more time on various parables and writings as literal understandings are not quite possible with what is given, or I note complexity that is slightly hidden, or I am curious about how or why something was phrased as it was.
One example is when Christ suggested that some with Him there would not see death until they saw... the end times, or something like that. I am sleepy, so memory and or word usage fails a bit. I took from that Christ was saying some of those there with Him should still be alive, of flesh, and will remain so until He returns. It is written several different ways in those first three books, but they lean toward what I have written. Oh, and there are many other items of interest and intrigue.
Hmm, I am hungry again. I could not eat much today, it was simply too warm. My stomach goes on strike, if I do attempt to put token amounts of sustenance in the bio-machine anyway. I am getting somewhat low on food and money, and yet have a big ISP bill and a trip to the SLC VA, for which I will just as likely not be directly or immediately (if at all) compensated. Yeah, I know, I am very lucky to be compensated for traveling to a free medical vender at all. Now, too, I use the term free. Free as in, it only cost me my mind. :P Nothing is really free. Meh, I was probably out of my mind anyway. I did, after all, join the N.A.V.Y. (never again volunteer yourself). *grins* But I did like the Navy and am simply disappointed I could not turn it into a career. Beside all the other nuts and kooks, there was a world to see, interesting things to do, and a rank ladder to climb. I would certainly give up the free medical and money to have been able to do that. Even if I am getting, comparatively, a fortune, and have all the free time I want. Yep, I am crazy!
Being a weekend, I cannot do business tomorrow. I should be able to buy some food items though, which will hopefully last the rest of the month. I had best be wearing my thinking cap or I will end up with odds and ends and little in the way of meal settings. Peanut butter without bread, cereal without milk, yeah, I do that from time to time. Often more frequently than can be explained by random dumb luck.
Well, back to it. I just thought I would leave a note to self. Self, turn on the air conditioner by at least 19:00 so by 22:00 or 23:00 you can sleep! Doh! By the way, self, did we not just have this conversation not that long ago? Why, yes we did. Doh!
Good night, Mary Lou. (I know, a repeat, but I like Mary Lou, a lot.) I think I did, or was that Mary Beth, Mary Ann, or... I liked them all, actually, mostly, probably... *sigh*
Well...
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Okay, today was a real stay at home snooze-fest. And I enjoyed it. With the temperature climbing well into the 90's F and with my little sleep at night, I should have guessed. Even with light duties planned, even those did not get done. But it was a good day. I enjoyed lounging, not even bothering to get out of my pajamas. Still, I did a few things that had been on my mind and in my lists.
I took the Ruger 22/45 .22 pistol apart, completely with the help of the rubber mallet, and cleaned parts of it again and cleaned the parts I could not get to heretofore. I cleaned it all one more time, this time completely. Using cotton (ear) sticks to clean out where nothing else would reach, cleaning it twice, and then oiling it well, I finally reassembled it, oiling as I went, and then I let it cure a bit, action open, before putting it away. There were no problems now that I have the gist of it down.
I then took out the 10/22 .22 rifle and thought to tear it completely down. I decided against it though. With the scope finally nearly aligned for it, I simply did not want to fuss with it. I will, at some point. But I would like to look over instructions on it first, and more thoroughly. I am, as well, not exactly sure how far I can actually break it down. The instructions, as I remember them, indicate one needs to be a gun smith to really break it down. I found that, however, to not be the absolute truth. I added a couple of pieces to it, a extended action release and a extended magazine release, and perhaps something else. It is not that terribly complicated if one can read instructions (before hand), and keep track of the particular parts and connectors. Which, when I am in the right frame of mind, is not difficult.
I also watched the second session of the online physics course. I think this weekend I will watch the two I have seen over again, this time taking notes. There are a few formulas in each session, along with their associated measurements, such as N/m^2, C, and such. Plus there are a few standard constants, such as a particular K value (this one, for example, which goes with Coulomb's Law, not spring coefficients or, the gas constant, among many other k's) and the masses of electrons, protons, and neutrons if those last are considered the same (I think). Anyway... I also went to the root directory of that and found some engineering and other courses I could begin looking at. I have it in my mind to begin spending 3 hours, at a regular time and as early as I can wake up, to try and make those like regular classes as much as possible. The idea is to shower, shave if necessary, eat breakfast, check my mail and email, and be ready at a certain time to begin going to internet school for two to three hours, with little breaks between 'classes'. Perhaps doing other studies in the afternoon. The point is to become regular both daily and time of the day, to do the courses (including homework, quizzes, and tests where possible), and having the learning just be an added bonus. No guarantees there, but that is my goal. After that, filling my time with my favored extracurricular activities and business duties, so making it a much fuller day.
My sleep is still messy, and I have lagged a bit this week, but I am still miles ahead of where I was in Iowa even at my best there. I am even taking my medicine very regularly. I have not, to date, missed a pill, once I started. To the continuation of that end, I will have to check about a med-set. Those things help a good deal. Since I was almost sure I could never take medicines again, I tossed the ones I had. I am pretty close to being broke at the moment, so either I will have to wait a bit or I will have to see if the V.A. will provide one. All I need is one, so that is good. Oh, and even with sleep problems, I am taking the medicine at pretty much the same time every day, in the later night, about what I am targeting as my bed time, if or when things iron out so that I can sleep at that time. Well, give or take two hours or so, usually later if off. Like, right now for example. :p
I also found an organic food store, and one that I approve of, or as much as I approve of any organic food store. The owner of the chain came out *all aghast* against Quota Boy's death (or is it called by them health) plan. And, he is receiving flak for it. It also happens to be right near the V.A. The instructions suggest I do a u-turn to get to them, but since the V.A. is in the same direction but farther along, stopping at the V.A. will take care of my u-turn. How cool is that. I did not realize that until I was looking at Mapquest and noticed a great similarity and looked much closer. I will stop in after seeing the eye clinic this week. I doubt if I will buy anything, I am close to broke. But I am curious. Oh, and it will make getting food fit for the QoD (Queen of Darkness, in case you forgot) easier, when she visits. Yes, I spoil.
Well, back to doing nothing for a bit. Either that or I will read the bible more or begin watching the courses again to take notes. Bah, it is late, dinkering on the machine will do.
Good night, Mary Lou!
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Okay, today was a real stay at home snooze-fest. And I enjoyed it. With the temperature climbing well into the 90's F and with my little sleep at night, I should have guessed. Even with light duties planned, even those did not get done. But it was a good day. I enjoyed lounging, not even bothering to get out of my pajamas. Still, I did a few things that had been on my mind and in my lists.
I took the Ruger 22/45 .22 pistol apart, completely with the help of the rubber mallet, and cleaned parts of it again and cleaned the parts I could not get to heretofore. I cleaned it all one more time, this time completely. Using cotton (ear) sticks to clean out where nothing else would reach, cleaning it twice, and then oiling it well, I finally reassembled it, oiling as I went, and then I let it cure a bit, action open, before putting it away. There were no problems now that I have the gist of it down.
I then took out the 10/22 .22 rifle and thought to tear it completely down. I decided against it though. With the scope finally nearly aligned for it, I simply did not want to fuss with it. I will, at some point. But I would like to look over instructions on it first, and more thoroughly. I am, as well, not exactly sure how far I can actually break it down. The instructions, as I remember them, indicate one needs to be a gun smith to really break it down. I found that, however, to not be the absolute truth. I added a couple of pieces to it, a extended action release and a extended magazine release, and perhaps something else. It is not that terribly complicated if one can read instructions (before hand), and keep track of the particular parts and connectors. Which, when I am in the right frame of mind, is not difficult.
I also watched the second session of the online physics course. I think this weekend I will watch the two I have seen over again, this time taking notes. There are a few formulas in each session, along with their associated measurements, such as N/m^2, C, and such. Plus there are a few standard constants, such as a particular K value (this one, for example, which goes with Coulomb's Law, not spring coefficients or, the gas constant, among many other k's) and the masses of electrons, protons, and neutrons if those last are considered the same (I think). Anyway... I also went to the root directory of that and found some engineering and other courses I could begin looking at. I have it in my mind to begin spending 3 hours, at a regular time and as early as I can wake up, to try and make those like regular classes as much as possible. The idea is to shower, shave if necessary, eat breakfast, check my mail and email, and be ready at a certain time to begin going to internet school for two to three hours, with little breaks between 'classes'. Perhaps doing other studies in the afternoon. The point is to become regular both daily and time of the day, to do the courses (including homework, quizzes, and tests where possible), and having the learning just be an added bonus. No guarantees there, but that is my goal. After that, filling my time with my favored extracurricular activities and business duties, so making it a much fuller day.
My sleep is still messy, and I have lagged a bit this week, but I am still miles ahead of where I was in Iowa even at my best there. I am even taking my medicine very regularly. I have not, to date, missed a pill, once I started. To the continuation of that end, I will have to check about a med-set. Those things help a good deal. Since I was almost sure I could never take medicines again, I tossed the ones I had. I am pretty close to being broke at the moment, so either I will have to wait a bit or I will have to see if the V.A. will provide one. All I need is one, so that is good. Oh, and even with sleep problems, I am taking the medicine at pretty much the same time every day, in the later night, about what I am targeting as my bed time, if or when things iron out so that I can sleep at that time. Well, give or take two hours or so, usually later if off. Like, right now for example. :p
I also found an organic food store, and one that I approve of, or as much as I approve of any organic food store. The owner of the chain came out *all aghast* against Quota Boy's death (or is it called by them health) plan. And, he is receiving flak for it. It also happens to be right near the V.A. The instructions suggest I do a u-turn to get to them, but since the V.A. is in the same direction but farther along, stopping at the V.A. will take care of my u-turn. How cool is that. I did not realize that until I was looking at Mapquest and noticed a great similarity and looked much closer. I will stop in after seeing the eye clinic this week. I doubt if I will buy anything, I am close to broke. But I am curious. Oh, and it will make getting food fit for the QoD (Queen of Darkness, in case you forgot) easier, when she visits. Yes, I spoil.
Well, back to doing nothing for a bit. Either that or I will read the bible more or begin watching the courses again to take notes. Bah, it is late, dinkering on the machine will do.
Good night, Mary Lou!
Friday, August 21, 2009
No sleep, no problem?
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I could not get to sleep, again, until early morning. When I am not being plagued by one thing, it seems another replaces it. Ha! Still, I was able to wake this morning and relatively early. I woke at 9:00 and almost made it out of bed. Then my Mom called and thanked me for the card and the money. I think I heard a bit of the remnants of tears. The mixer I bought her several years ago had quit working (she works the devil out of all her gear!). So, she is going to buy a new one with the money and probably have enough left for a nice lunch. I offered to send her my fancy one, so she could keep the money, but she likes things simple. She is in the middle of canning and the processor just died so the money came at just the right time. Oh, and I was right, she had not read the back of the card. I will lay odds at 100 to 1 that she read the front, read the inside, saw the money, and that was it because she started to cry. I seem to do that to women, both the good and bad type of tears. *sheepish grins*
After her call at about 9:51 I decided to really get up. I will figure out how to sleep, again, I am sure. I have a few things I wish to accomplish today. I would like to find out where to post my apartment and then start on that, I will get to the police station some time today, and I may go grocery shopping and shooting. It is supposed to reach 100 F today, so how much of that extra gets done, or when, is anybodies guess. I might suggest it depends on the dew point, but then again, 100 F is 100 F and dew point will only affect that to some degree. No pun intended, mostly.
I keep checking for medicine and keep not finding it. I also keep hoping for the seltzer water device. I received the CO2 cartridges for them yesterday and I received an email saying the devices were sent even before the cartridges. That is my birthday gift to self. Carbonated water, that is the ticket. I have wanted one of these for many years. Since I am losing weight, though starting to want more fluids and thus drinking stuff I should not, I thought it would be a nice incentive to get back on track. Stupid little things can mean a big difference.
I did buy those headsets too, as I said I would last night, as well as a few other things. A rubber mallet to help disassemble the Ruger pistol completely, a mouse pad as the table does not work so well, and some punches to further disassemble some of my guns should I want to do so. The punches cost more than the mallet, surprisingly. That should be it, except for food, until the first. Well, that and my internet bill. It will be rather high with start-up, set up, and the wireless plan. I may end up taking the a/c back. Simply put, I have finally acclimated to the heat.
I really have done well getting used to things here. I now find 76 F to be comfortable, even cool at times depending on dew point. And when it drops to 70 F or 72 F, I feel like winter has returned. I only hope I do not lose my taste for the real cold! My need to drink all of the time has diminished as well. I still drink plenty, but nothing like the first month. I bet I was drinking more like 2 gallons of water, and another gallon or two of other, per day. Now it is about a gallon of water and a half a gallon of other. I also do not need moisturizer as much anymore. I still use it a few times a week, but more as precaution and general care than as a necessity. And I can handle doing whatever in the outside heat, for the most part. On hot days, like today, if I am active then I do need a lot more inactive time and perhaps a nap.
Reading the bible has been quite good. I am remembering this material well. And, I know, there are tricks to it (like understanding nuance versus seeming contradictory passages) and learning about what they meant altogether in some passages. I am not delving in this time, I am simply refreshing my memory. I will begin finding sources for study as I go. I have a few but need much more.
With the headsets, I went to MIT's internet available course videos. While I could not sleep, I decided to begin studying the course on the physics class I have left to take. I will begin looking at other courses in my line-up and begin doing two or three courses per day. It beats playing stupid games, it gets me used to being focused for several hours, and it covers material I will be seeing soon enough. Either that, or I will do that and add some of my study material. The headset is ten times better than the speakers on this machine, but the sound from the MIT class I am looking at is quite low. I really have to focus to hear, as if sitting in the back, or nearly in the back, of a big class. Even turning every sound producing device in the cave off only helps just a bit. Focus, Cricket. :P
I am off. I will tinker a bit, then figure out what to do and when. A shower, a shave, and a bit of tidying up are on the list before all else. And tinkering before that. Priorities, people, priorities.
Have a great day! (or at least avoid shooting yourself, or someone else, in the foot) Does anyone have fresh tomatoes? I have a hankering for a blt. I might have to see where the local farmers market is and pay them a visit whenever it is that they deign to sell. Oh, and sweet corn! Oh, oh, oh!
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I could not get to sleep, again, until early morning. When I am not being plagued by one thing, it seems another replaces it. Ha! Still, I was able to wake this morning and relatively early. I woke at 9:00 and almost made it out of bed. Then my Mom called and thanked me for the card and the money. I think I heard a bit of the remnants of tears. The mixer I bought her several years ago had quit working (she works the devil out of all her gear!). So, she is going to buy a new one with the money and probably have enough left for a nice lunch. I offered to send her my fancy one, so she could keep the money, but she likes things simple. She is in the middle of canning and the processor just died so the money came at just the right time. Oh, and I was right, she had not read the back of the card. I will lay odds at 100 to 1 that she read the front, read the inside, saw the money, and that was it because she started to cry. I seem to do that to women, both the good and bad type of tears. *sheepish grins*
After her call at about 9:51 I decided to really get up. I will figure out how to sleep, again, I am sure. I have a few things I wish to accomplish today. I would like to find out where to post my apartment and then start on that, I will get to the police station some time today, and I may go grocery shopping and shooting. It is supposed to reach 100 F today, so how much of that extra gets done, or when, is anybodies guess. I might suggest it depends on the dew point, but then again, 100 F is 100 F and dew point will only affect that to some degree. No pun intended, mostly.
I keep checking for medicine and keep not finding it. I also keep hoping for the seltzer water device. I received the CO2 cartridges for them yesterday and I received an email saying the devices were sent even before the cartridges. That is my birthday gift to self. Carbonated water, that is the ticket. I have wanted one of these for many years. Since I am losing weight, though starting to want more fluids and thus drinking stuff I should not, I thought it would be a nice incentive to get back on track. Stupid little things can mean a big difference.
I did buy those headsets too, as I said I would last night, as well as a few other things. A rubber mallet to help disassemble the Ruger pistol completely, a mouse pad as the table does not work so well, and some punches to further disassemble some of my guns should I want to do so. The punches cost more than the mallet, surprisingly. That should be it, except for food, until the first. Well, that and my internet bill. It will be rather high with start-up, set up, and the wireless plan. I may end up taking the a/c back. Simply put, I have finally acclimated to the heat.
I really have done well getting used to things here. I now find 76 F to be comfortable, even cool at times depending on dew point. And when it drops to 70 F or 72 F, I feel like winter has returned. I only hope I do not lose my taste for the real cold! My need to drink all of the time has diminished as well. I still drink plenty, but nothing like the first month. I bet I was drinking more like 2 gallons of water, and another gallon or two of other, per day. Now it is about a gallon of water and a half a gallon of other. I also do not need moisturizer as much anymore. I still use it a few times a week, but more as precaution and general care than as a necessity. And I can handle doing whatever in the outside heat, for the most part. On hot days, like today, if I am active then I do need a lot more inactive time and perhaps a nap.
Reading the bible has been quite good. I am remembering this material well. And, I know, there are tricks to it (like understanding nuance versus seeming contradictory passages) and learning about what they meant altogether in some passages. I am not delving in this time, I am simply refreshing my memory. I will begin finding sources for study as I go. I have a few but need much more.
With the headsets, I went to MIT's internet available course videos. While I could not sleep, I decided to begin studying the course on the physics class I have left to take. I will begin looking at other courses in my line-up and begin doing two or three courses per day. It beats playing stupid games, it gets me used to being focused for several hours, and it covers material I will be seeing soon enough. Either that, or I will do that and add some of my study material. The headset is ten times better than the speakers on this machine, but the sound from the MIT class I am looking at is quite low. I really have to focus to hear, as if sitting in the back, or nearly in the back, of a big class. Even turning every sound producing device in the cave off only helps just a bit. Focus, Cricket. :P
I am off. I will tinker a bit, then figure out what to do and when. A shower, a shave, and a bit of tidying up are on the list before all else. And tinkering before that. Priorities, people, priorities.
Have a great day! (or at least avoid shooting yourself, or someone else, in the foot) Does anyone have fresh tomatoes? I have a hankering for a blt. I might have to see where the local farmers market is and pay them a visit whenever it is that they deign to sell. Oh, and sweet corn! Oh, oh, oh!
Learning more.
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I found a Youtube video about taking apart a Ruger Mark III. So I thought I would play along. And so I did. Take this and... pull that... lift here... and furthermore... and it is in parts and pieces. Okay, cool. Now too put it back together. This goes... and that fits... here you need too... Wow, that was easy. Hmm, I wonder why the bolt does not slide in. Ah, there we go. Hmm, it does not seem to fire. Aha! Nope. Aha! Nope. Aha! Nope, nope, NOPE! Argh. Okay, one more time... one more time... If I watch the video again... nope, nope, watch it again, nope. Aha! Nope!
Well, maybe I will set it aside and do it later. I cannot. Aha! Nope. Oh, okay. A Ruger Mark III has different instructions than a Ruger Mark III 22/45. That goes... and then... push that out... pull this... Hmm. Click. Doh! I did this the first time too, but I had not broken it down in a long time. Now I know. Yes, learning, relearning, unlearning, it is all there.
Goody, now I can go shoot tomorrow. I will save the good bullets for the rifle, but I will use some of the hyper velocity rounds for the pistol. It seems to eat anything and shoot absolutely right on the money 30 yards and under, if longer ranges and even more accurate at under 30 yards if feeding it standard velocity ammunition. It almost gets boring being so accurate. But I cleaned it darn it, I should get to shoot it. Bah, maybe not. I get pretty worn out shooting 200 rounds in a standing position with the rifle. Then again, I do need to practice sitting and prone which are a lot less tiring. I bought some sand bags for really testing the rifle, or whatever gun. So, yes, I might take the pistol too! Then I can practice breaking it down for cleaning again tomorrow.
I used to think .22 firearms were sissy guns. Then I realized how much shooting (even it now) costs and my wallet told me to shut up. And when I did get these pieces out to the range, I found them to be rather fun and a lot less tiring to shoot (comparing .22 rifles to other rifles and the .22 pistol to other pistols). I am also amazed at how much shooting that .22 rifle, standing, without leaning the rifle on anything, has tightened my arms. Even the left one, which supports the forward stock. I can only imagine if I had the money to free standing shoot .308's. Those guns start at 7 1/2 pounds, and if you had 4 or 5 bullets and a scope and maybe a 24", 26", or even 30" bull barrel, it would be like serious weight lifting. I know, use a shooting stick. Then again, it is a super skill to have, just off-hand firing if accurate and precise.
Oh, and I ought to get to the police station for fingerprinting tomorrow. I just did not feel like doing much today, as I had said I might not. I will run to Wal-Mart for ear buds though tonight. I will take my medicine now, and the Tylenol, so I will be ready for bed when I get back. Oh, something I have started doing when I cannot sleep is reading the bible instead of starting this soul sucking brain deadening machine to play stupid games. It works a bit better, a lot better actually.
Goodnight.
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I found a Youtube video about taking apart a Ruger Mark III. So I thought I would play along. And so I did. Take this and... pull that... lift here... and furthermore... and it is in parts and pieces. Okay, cool. Now too put it back together. This goes... and that fits... here you need too... Wow, that was easy. Hmm, I wonder why the bolt does not slide in. Ah, there we go. Hmm, it does not seem to fire. Aha! Nope. Aha! Nope. Aha! Nope, nope, NOPE! Argh. Okay, one more time... one more time... If I watch the video again... nope, nope, watch it again, nope. Aha! Nope!
Well, maybe I will set it aside and do it later. I cannot. Aha! Nope. Oh, okay. A Ruger Mark III has different instructions than a Ruger Mark III 22/45. That goes... and then... push that out... pull this... Hmm. Click. Doh! I did this the first time too, but I had not broken it down in a long time. Now I know. Yes, learning, relearning, unlearning, it is all there.
Goody, now I can go shoot tomorrow. I will save the good bullets for the rifle, but I will use some of the hyper velocity rounds for the pistol. It seems to eat anything and shoot absolutely right on the money 30 yards and under, if longer ranges and even more accurate at under 30 yards if feeding it standard velocity ammunition. It almost gets boring being so accurate. But I cleaned it darn it, I should get to shoot it. Bah, maybe not. I get pretty worn out shooting 200 rounds in a standing position with the rifle. Then again, I do need to practice sitting and prone which are a lot less tiring. I bought some sand bags for really testing the rifle, or whatever gun. So, yes, I might take the pistol too! Then I can practice breaking it down for cleaning again tomorrow.
I used to think .22 firearms were sissy guns. Then I realized how much shooting (even it now) costs and my wallet told me to shut up. And when I did get these pieces out to the range, I found them to be rather fun and a lot less tiring to shoot (comparing .22 rifles to other rifles and the .22 pistol to other pistols). I am also amazed at how much shooting that .22 rifle, standing, without leaning the rifle on anything, has tightened my arms. Even the left one, which supports the forward stock. I can only imagine if I had the money to free standing shoot .308's. Those guns start at 7 1/2 pounds, and if you had 4 or 5 bullets and a scope and maybe a 24", 26", or even 30" bull barrel, it would be like serious weight lifting. I know, use a shooting stick. Then again, it is a super skill to have, just off-hand firing if accurate and precise.
Oh, and I ought to get to the police station for fingerprinting tomorrow. I just did not feel like doing much today, as I had said I might not. I will run to Wal-Mart for ear buds though tonight. I will take my medicine now, and the Tylenol, so I will be ready for bed when I get back. Oh, something I have started doing when I cannot sleep is reading the bible instead of starting this soul sucking brain deadening machine to play stupid games. It works a bit better, a lot better actually.
Goodnight.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Learning.
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Today, so far, has been productive. Besides finally remembering to call my Mom, I called and left a message on my lady friend's answering system. She called back a short while later and we got caught up on each other's doings. More on that in a bit. I saw my neighbor outside but when my conversation was over, he had already gone back into his apartment. I decided to then clean the .22 rifles and pistol, again. But this time I used some stuff my neighbor loaned which he suggested would do very well. And it did. I had intended to just clean the Henry but ended up cleaning the whole of the .22 pistol and the barrel of the target .22 rifle. It takes a little more time than what it might seem. But they are all very clean now, and ready to get dirty again.
My lady friend sounded chipper when I answered her return call. She just returned from the garden, where she feels like Custer. She sounds overwhelmed by it a bit, the weeding, the hoeing, and whatever. I suggested that the garden is as much of a work as it is a reminder that we cannot do it all at once, ever really be ahead, but that there will still be bounty with some reasonable effort. I think she liked hearing that. She started to fade fast while we were talking. Between working nights for pay and mornings for organic food (and pleasure) she does not have much left. I hope she realizes she is in a place and time where if she can she will but if she cannot she should not worry so much about it. Like me, she usually gets to the important things and takes care of business, all in even a more timely fashion than I have been able to up to the move. I hope she tends herself a bit more, but I understand that unintentional self-abuse in simply trying to do everything. She will be going canoeing soon, again. Another waterway cleanup. As messy as it sounds, and I am lead to believe it is worse than it sounds, she loves it. Canoeing, cleaning up the rivers, not having to worry about food, camping each night, the people she meets, and perhaps even just getting muddy so that cleaning herself means more than usual.
Oh, and if I did not mention it, I did get up earlier today. I think it was around 9:30. It is tough to just wake up without some plan of attack or something specific to do. Especially while it is nice and cool and waking up means heating up. Still, that is my goal. Yesterday I woke early, if only because the primers had come in (the buffalo!). But today was an active, and somewhat difficult, choice.
I am a little annoyed at not having heard from several friends I have emailed. I wonder if they are busy, gone, or just not sure what to write back. Both of them are in the throws of academic higher education. One of them might or might not be on vacation and has family and church obligations. The other, I simply do not know what is going on with him. Well, it does give me something minor to grump about. And I will forgive them, right after I wring their necks. :P
I may go to the police station and get the fingerprints done, if I can get it in gear. But if I do that, I will first go to Wal-Mart for a headset or ear buds for this machine (the computer I am using). I do not think walking into a store with police ink on my fingertips sounds like much fun. Hmm, I might have to do some shopping, grocery shopping, too. I now have many snacks but few meal preparations. Who knows though, I am not feeling terribly ambitious and I do have some food left.
Write at you later.
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Today, so far, has been productive. Besides finally remembering to call my Mom, I called and left a message on my lady friend's answering system. She called back a short while later and we got caught up on each other's doings. More on that in a bit. I saw my neighbor outside but when my conversation was over, he had already gone back into his apartment. I decided to then clean the .22 rifles and pistol, again. But this time I used some stuff my neighbor loaned which he suggested would do very well. And it did. I had intended to just clean the Henry but ended up cleaning the whole of the .22 pistol and the barrel of the target .22 rifle. It takes a little more time than what it might seem. But they are all very clean now, and ready to get dirty again.
My lady friend sounded chipper when I answered her return call. She just returned from the garden, where she feels like Custer. She sounds overwhelmed by it a bit, the weeding, the hoeing, and whatever. I suggested that the garden is as much of a work as it is a reminder that we cannot do it all at once, ever really be ahead, but that there will still be bounty with some reasonable effort. I think she liked hearing that. She started to fade fast while we were talking. Between working nights for pay and mornings for organic food (and pleasure) she does not have much left. I hope she realizes she is in a place and time where if she can she will but if she cannot she should not worry so much about it. Like me, she usually gets to the important things and takes care of business, all in even a more timely fashion than I have been able to up to the move. I hope she tends herself a bit more, but I understand that unintentional self-abuse in simply trying to do everything. She will be going canoeing soon, again. Another waterway cleanup. As messy as it sounds, and I am lead to believe it is worse than it sounds, she loves it. Canoeing, cleaning up the rivers, not having to worry about food, camping each night, the people she meets, and perhaps even just getting muddy so that cleaning herself means more than usual.
Oh, and if I did not mention it, I did get up earlier today. I think it was around 9:30. It is tough to just wake up without some plan of attack or something specific to do. Especially while it is nice and cool and waking up means heating up. Still, that is my goal. Yesterday I woke early, if only because the primers had come in (the buffalo!). But today was an active, and somewhat difficult, choice.
I am a little annoyed at not having heard from several friends I have emailed. I wonder if they are busy, gone, or just not sure what to write back. Both of them are in the throws of academic higher education. One of them might or might not be on vacation and has family and church obligations. The other, I simply do not know what is going on with him. Well, it does give me something minor to grump about. And I will forgive them, right after I wring their necks. :P
I may go to the police station and get the fingerprints done, if I can get it in gear. But if I do that, I will first go to Wal-Mart for a headset or ear buds for this machine (the computer I am using). I do not think walking into a store with police ink on my fingertips sounds like much fun. Hmm, I might have to do some shopping, grocery shopping, too. I now have many snacks but few meal preparations. Who knows though, I am not feeling terribly ambitious and I do have some food left.
Write at you later.
Life is so very rich.
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I honestly cannot believe how well life is now. Not only is my physical condition becoming better, my mental and spiritual life is improving just as well. Never have I done this well, even in the best of times at college in Iowa. I would not have believed it if someone had told me. Not only am I juggling appointments, contacts, what work I do, and play, I am simply and purely enjoying life as it comes. This is more miraculous than in my dreams. Now, when I mean to do something, though it might take weeks, I hit the target. If it is time dependent, I still hit it. If there is some slack in timing, I may use that slack or not, though I make great efforts to simply do it quickly. Life really is good.
Oh, to be sure, I still have issues. I missed calling my Mom on her birthday. And, yes, I feel bad about that. She has been a great Mom as she has been capable, and we have grown quite close over our adult years. She has been there, and often, for me. And for my brother in his need, now. She is a grace. And, I still have days where I can do little, I do need rest. And I do not know fiscal kung-fu yet, and maybe never will. Some things will not change, not without a helper mate type. Even then, of course, perfection is not to be had. But this is as close to it as I get. School will test this.
I am coming about regarding the V.A. as well. I know I have been harsh with them. Some of that was emotional, some of it was frustration with the medicines and my past experiences with those and a seeming lack of concern, and some of it is real and will always exist. If one can simply do what their doctors say and it works, that person will not understand my anger and frustration. Simply put, I could not follow regimens and advice given by doctors because something was too wrong with me or my body rejected that, not because I was or am simply contrarian. Though too, some of my frustration came from a system which simply ignored my difficulties. Things are working out well here. So well, I may be able to tell my doctor I do not need Ritalin! I will not guarantee that, as dosing may need to go up and I am not taking the water pill yet as it has not arrived yet. But, from where I am sitting, things are looking good. Well, when I get in school, perhaps that extra med might help. I am talking from a time where I have no daily physical activity requirements, no classes and thus no homework or studies ongoing, and no actual timed schedule. We will see though.
Further more, I am beginning to trust the people at this V.A. I had a few I trusted at the last one, actually I trusted most of them except that one doctor and to some degree my therapist. They are taking a steady and helpful, rather than cynical, approach to me. If I see remnants of that old cynicism, I think honest work and my new found abilities will cure some of that. I do understand where some of the cynicism began at the V.A. in Iowa City though. I was simply unable to comply and that must have led them to believe I was being difficult, or may have led them to that conclusion. That could only occur, however, if they did not believe what I was telling them. What I was telling them was simply the truth as I knew it. Oh well.
My body is on the mend as well. I am becoming able to stand longer as I had hoped. My arms or solidifying. Shooting, driving, being awake full days, and taking care of business has been strengthening my body to a point I have only seen last summer on Ritalin. Perhaps I am not that strong yet, but I think I might find my way there as it cools and I can work out and hike. I suspect hiking this fall, camping, and cross country skiing will only add to that. Even the temporary set back from the medicine is loosening and I am rebounding well.
The one thing I need to get is earbuds or a headset for this computer. To begin studying on this machine (I have some helpful math and science CDs) and online materials as a prelude to taking courses again, I have to be able to hear. This little machine is not the loudest and is rather tinny sounding to boot. With a fan and sometimes air conditioning going as well, I simply cannot hear this machine. Simple solutions seem to work so well, if only I can remember when I go shopping.
I just wanted to write this. This, officially, is the turning point in a long life of crippling disability. I cannot tell you why it has happened. I only know that it has. Problems, yeah, sure, we all have them. But a serious hope and a real set of senses upon which to build a successful life, that I now have. Someday I hope to look back on these days and simply wonder about it, no longer having any connection to the disastrous life I had been living. I think that will happen sooner than later, maybe only a few years from now. I do hope, however, to hold on to my humility, kindness, and simple nature I have earned from being disabled. There are indeed graces to be found however you may find yourself. Then again, perhaps I still cannot get through school or become employed. Even then, I will most likely still have a longer, happier, healthier, and more vigorous life.
Life is very good and it just got a lot better.
Good day.
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I honestly cannot believe how well life is now. Not only is my physical condition becoming better, my mental and spiritual life is improving just as well. Never have I done this well, even in the best of times at college in Iowa. I would not have believed it if someone had told me. Not only am I juggling appointments, contacts, what work I do, and play, I am simply and purely enjoying life as it comes. This is more miraculous than in my dreams. Now, when I mean to do something, though it might take weeks, I hit the target. If it is time dependent, I still hit it. If there is some slack in timing, I may use that slack or not, though I make great efforts to simply do it quickly. Life really is good.
Oh, to be sure, I still have issues. I missed calling my Mom on her birthday. And, yes, I feel bad about that. She has been a great Mom as she has been capable, and we have grown quite close over our adult years. She has been there, and often, for me. And for my brother in his need, now. She is a grace. And, I still have days where I can do little, I do need rest. And I do not know fiscal kung-fu yet, and maybe never will. Some things will not change, not without a helper mate type. Even then, of course, perfection is not to be had. But this is as close to it as I get. School will test this.
I am coming about regarding the V.A. as well. I know I have been harsh with them. Some of that was emotional, some of it was frustration with the medicines and my past experiences with those and a seeming lack of concern, and some of it is real and will always exist. If one can simply do what their doctors say and it works, that person will not understand my anger and frustration. Simply put, I could not follow regimens and advice given by doctors because something was too wrong with me or my body rejected that, not because I was or am simply contrarian. Though too, some of my frustration came from a system which simply ignored my difficulties. Things are working out well here. So well, I may be able to tell my doctor I do not need Ritalin! I will not guarantee that, as dosing may need to go up and I am not taking the water pill yet as it has not arrived yet. But, from where I am sitting, things are looking good. Well, when I get in school, perhaps that extra med might help. I am talking from a time where I have no daily physical activity requirements, no classes and thus no homework or studies ongoing, and no actual timed schedule. We will see though.
Further more, I am beginning to trust the people at this V.A. I had a few I trusted at the last one, actually I trusted most of them except that one doctor and to some degree my therapist. They are taking a steady and helpful, rather than cynical, approach to me. If I see remnants of that old cynicism, I think honest work and my new found abilities will cure some of that. I do understand where some of the cynicism began at the V.A. in Iowa City though. I was simply unable to comply and that must have led them to believe I was being difficult, or may have led them to that conclusion. That could only occur, however, if they did not believe what I was telling them. What I was telling them was simply the truth as I knew it. Oh well.
My body is on the mend as well. I am becoming able to stand longer as I had hoped. My arms or solidifying. Shooting, driving, being awake full days, and taking care of business has been strengthening my body to a point I have only seen last summer on Ritalin. Perhaps I am not that strong yet, but I think I might find my way there as it cools and I can work out and hike. I suspect hiking this fall, camping, and cross country skiing will only add to that. Even the temporary set back from the medicine is loosening and I am rebounding well.
The one thing I need to get is earbuds or a headset for this computer. To begin studying on this machine (I have some helpful math and science CDs) and online materials as a prelude to taking courses again, I have to be able to hear. This little machine is not the loudest and is rather tinny sounding to boot. With a fan and sometimes air conditioning going as well, I simply cannot hear this machine. Simple solutions seem to work so well, if only I can remember when I go shopping.
I just wanted to write this. This, officially, is the turning point in a long life of crippling disability. I cannot tell you why it has happened. I only know that it has. Problems, yeah, sure, we all have them. But a serious hope and a real set of senses upon which to build a successful life, that I now have. Someday I hope to look back on these days and simply wonder about it, no longer having any connection to the disastrous life I had been living. I think that will happen sooner than later, maybe only a few years from now. I do hope, however, to hold on to my humility, kindness, and simple nature I have earned from being disabled. There are indeed graces to be found however you may find yourself. Then again, perhaps I still cannot get through school or become employed. Even then, I will most likely still have a longer, happier, healthier, and more vigorous life.
Life is very good and it just got a lot better.
Good day.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
A long and successful day.
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As I said, I am now having trouble getting to sleep, again. My recovery from the effects of the medicine has been profound. Other than weakness of body, about the same weakness I first had here, and lingering prospects for headaches which can be managed with Tylenol, I am back in the game. And more, I am quite anxious to work through this weakness again. I am sure there will be ups and downs on it, but that I can take it and push is something new. I do worry that maybe this is only the summer weather, that when fall and then winter sets in I might lose whatever edge I seem to have gained. I will not worry greatly, it is just a nagging thing.
In spite of not sleeping, I was able to wake this morning. My neighbor rang the doorbell pretty good. And though quite groggy at 10:30 or so from going to bed and 4:00 or 5:00 or 6:00, it sounded important so I got up. It turns out one of the places we buy ammunition and such had just gotten in a shipment of primers! So, I hurried and showered, and we headed out. Surprisingly there was not a rush on them. There were plenty, though they only allowed 1000 per customer. They did not have large rifle, but they had the rest. Too bad, I only need large rifle and pistol. But pleased, that I am. I have the powder, then the primers, and I have kept my brass, so all I needed was bullets.
Since I was awake, and primed (grins), I decided to go to Ogden for my blood draw. I need to look at a map and get some perspective there. The way they suggested has me driving through 30 miles of town (well, maybe ten miles, but at the pace it seems like 30). I tried the interstate to arrive more quickly today, but the signs do not seem to tell when I am in any particular city. They just have things like 400 N, 1 1/2 mile. Okay, but which city. There are dozens of small towns on either side of Ogden, there is North and South Ogden, and on the interstate I never stop seeing city scape till on past Salt Lake City. Actually, I have not driven far enough South to leave city scape.
In any case, I pulled off the interstate just in time to make me drive clear through Both Ogdens, and their construction season road fun house, added in with the summer rat-race thing. With the air conditioning and some music playing, that is not so bad though really. I am just blatantly hitting you up for sympathy. *sigh* At least, at this point, I have a good idea where I am going and a decent plan of attack driving here or there in Ogden. And I was able to get to the clinic in plenty of time. I also asked about dentists, for my neighbor. They had a list for just such a question. And I asked about compensation for the drive. They offered me a sheet, had me fill it out, and said they do not know who is compensated, how much, only that if I am one of those I will receive a check for some unknown amount. We chuckled about it. They added both today and last weeks visit. I can hope. I am running a wee dry, financially. The primers were a (nearly) final strain. I had to check my remaining credit card before making that purchase.
Before all that, when I arrived, I had to use the men's room, desperately. I did so, and quickly before going to the front desk. They wanted, I knew, a fasting blood test, and actually they drew five vials of blood or so. After that, they asked if I could give them a urine sample. Actually, they needed it full as they were running two tests on it. I gave them that bad doggy look, and we discussed it. They have to load all specimens by 14:30 for shipment to the VA Hospital in SLC. It was 13:15 or so. They asked if I could, you know, drink some stuff and try before then. Bless them, I know their job is difficult and I did not want to tax the system more with a return trip (or pay for the gas myself, either, if that is how it is). So I drove to a nearby gas station, I needed to fill up anyway. I bought a 64 ounce Gatorade and a 1 liter Squirt. I drove back and, in the parking lot, chugged the 64 ouncer and about 8 ounces of the Squirt. Ugh. I sat just a bit, as time was getting quite thin. I was not sure I would be able to perform, but I went in on hope. After a little chat, I received the specimen container and... specimened. I had to almost (internal) push it out. But I gave them their dues. I certainly hope this has nothing to do with yielding unto Caesar what is Caesars?
Good, all done for the day I thought. But, no, I had promised (and needed to) go out shooting. But first, I decided to go to the locally owned gun and bike shop. The only thing I needed at the time was bullets. I prefer to shoot 230 grain, and fmj (full metal jackets) if at all possible. It was possible, though I took my final financial hit. I purchased two bags of 300 (so 600 total) fmj 230 grain .45 acp bullets. Those are very heavy. Too cool, I have everything to reload now! I just need to set up my Dillon 550b. Of course, they say I can put out almost as many bullets as I have supplies for, but in only an hour. Well, I am a noob for one, so it will take longer. And, actually, I do not think I have enough brass to process 500 bullets either. Oh well. The only thing I am not sure about is whether to try to get that going here or to wait until I move. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
After arriving home, I had time to unload the items from the car to the cave, rest, check my email, maybe blog (either I read or posted, I will look later). After a brief time in, I say my neighbor go by my window. I went out to see what was going on and find out if and when he might like to shoot. He asked if I needed a nap. I guess he is getting to know me too well. But I just laughed as said that after getting over the extreme sleepiness that the medicine initially caused, that now I neither need extra sleep nor can I even get to sleep! He laughed as well.
We decided, since I did not need sleep and all, that we could go right away. He grabbed his kit, and I grabbed mine. We went, again, to the dam and graveled hilly area. He started with his .38/.357 and I only had the Henry .22 rifle. And shoot we did. I was able to get closer to the target bullseye. I am now just a little low and right. I worked with the sight and shot some more. I was able to get my shots into a 2 1/2" circle at 50 feet. I am sorely disappointed but I will keep working on it. The .22 bullets that work the best are the CSI standard loads. I still have about 4oo or 500 left. I realized, while shooting, that I should have bought more in Ogden. He was enjoying shooting too, especially now that he has primers again. I think he has enough small pistol primers, but the large pistol primers were all gone.
So, a full day! I had thought this would not happen due to my lack of sleep last night. And, without my neighbor and primers coming in, I probably would have done nothing today. Tomorrow I may rest. In the slow day, however, I would like to figure out where to advertise my apartment. I have heard nothing back from the grad student my new renters were trying to get me with, the grad student who will be arriving in Logan mid-October from field work. I have to put out the advertisement or it will end up being too late and I will be stuck with two rents for quite a bit longer. Not much else will be done tomorrow. Anything after that I will think about throughout tomorrow.
Hopefully lack of sleep will not plague me tonight. I am bothered though, that several people I have emailed have failed to respond, my lady friend has not been in contact, and some other activities seem to have ceased. I guess some periods are just slow that way. Hmm, I ought to check the mail. I have not checked it since before my birthday, maybe I have a card.
Good night.
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As I said, I am now having trouble getting to sleep, again. My recovery from the effects of the medicine has been profound. Other than weakness of body, about the same weakness I first had here, and lingering prospects for headaches which can be managed with Tylenol, I am back in the game. And more, I am quite anxious to work through this weakness again. I am sure there will be ups and downs on it, but that I can take it and push is something new. I do worry that maybe this is only the summer weather, that when fall and then winter sets in I might lose whatever edge I seem to have gained. I will not worry greatly, it is just a nagging thing.
In spite of not sleeping, I was able to wake this morning. My neighbor rang the doorbell pretty good. And though quite groggy at 10:30 or so from going to bed and 4:00 or 5:00 or 6:00, it sounded important so I got up. It turns out one of the places we buy ammunition and such had just gotten in a shipment of primers! So, I hurried and showered, and we headed out. Surprisingly there was not a rush on them. There were plenty, though they only allowed 1000 per customer. They did not have large rifle, but they had the rest. Too bad, I only need large rifle and pistol. But pleased, that I am. I have the powder, then the primers, and I have kept my brass, so all I needed was bullets.
Since I was awake, and primed (grins), I decided to go to Ogden for my blood draw. I need to look at a map and get some perspective there. The way they suggested has me driving through 30 miles of town (well, maybe ten miles, but at the pace it seems like 30). I tried the interstate to arrive more quickly today, but the signs do not seem to tell when I am in any particular city. They just have things like 400 N, 1 1/2 mile. Okay, but which city. There are dozens of small towns on either side of Ogden, there is North and South Ogden, and on the interstate I never stop seeing city scape till on past Salt Lake City. Actually, I have not driven far enough South to leave city scape.
In any case, I pulled off the interstate just in time to make me drive clear through Both Ogdens, and their construction season road fun house, added in with the summer rat-race thing. With the air conditioning and some music playing, that is not so bad though really. I am just blatantly hitting you up for sympathy. *sigh* At least, at this point, I have a good idea where I am going and a decent plan of attack driving here or there in Ogden. And I was able to get to the clinic in plenty of time. I also asked about dentists, for my neighbor. They had a list for just such a question. And I asked about compensation for the drive. They offered me a sheet, had me fill it out, and said they do not know who is compensated, how much, only that if I am one of those I will receive a check for some unknown amount. We chuckled about it. They added both today and last weeks visit. I can hope. I am running a wee dry, financially. The primers were a (nearly) final strain. I had to check my remaining credit card before making that purchase.
Before all that, when I arrived, I had to use the men's room, desperately. I did so, and quickly before going to the front desk. They wanted, I knew, a fasting blood test, and actually they drew five vials of blood or so. After that, they asked if I could give them a urine sample. Actually, they needed it full as they were running two tests on it. I gave them that bad doggy look, and we discussed it. They have to load all specimens by 14:30 for shipment to the VA Hospital in SLC. It was 13:15 or so. They asked if I could, you know, drink some stuff and try before then. Bless them, I know their job is difficult and I did not want to tax the system more with a return trip (or pay for the gas myself, either, if that is how it is). So I drove to a nearby gas station, I needed to fill up anyway. I bought a 64 ounce Gatorade and a 1 liter Squirt. I drove back and, in the parking lot, chugged the 64 ouncer and about 8 ounces of the Squirt. Ugh. I sat just a bit, as time was getting quite thin. I was not sure I would be able to perform, but I went in on hope. After a little chat, I received the specimen container and... specimened. I had to almost (internal) push it out. But I gave them their dues. I certainly hope this has nothing to do with yielding unto Caesar what is Caesars?
Good, all done for the day I thought. But, no, I had promised (and needed to) go out shooting. But first, I decided to go to the locally owned gun and bike shop. The only thing I needed at the time was bullets. I prefer to shoot 230 grain, and fmj (full metal jackets) if at all possible. It was possible, though I took my final financial hit. I purchased two bags of 300 (so 600 total) fmj 230 grain .45 acp bullets. Those are very heavy. Too cool, I have everything to reload now! I just need to set up my Dillon 550b. Of course, they say I can put out almost as many bullets as I have supplies for, but in only an hour. Well, I am a noob for one, so it will take longer. And, actually, I do not think I have enough brass to process 500 bullets either. Oh well. The only thing I am not sure about is whether to try to get that going here or to wait until I move. Decisions, decisions, decisions.
After arriving home, I had time to unload the items from the car to the cave, rest, check my email, maybe blog (either I read or posted, I will look later). After a brief time in, I say my neighbor go by my window. I went out to see what was going on and find out if and when he might like to shoot. He asked if I needed a nap. I guess he is getting to know me too well. But I just laughed as said that after getting over the extreme sleepiness that the medicine initially caused, that now I neither need extra sleep nor can I even get to sleep! He laughed as well.
We decided, since I did not need sleep and all, that we could go right away. He grabbed his kit, and I grabbed mine. We went, again, to the dam and graveled hilly area. He started with his .38/.357 and I only had the Henry .22 rifle. And shoot we did. I was able to get closer to the target bullseye. I am now just a little low and right. I worked with the sight and shot some more. I was able to get my shots into a 2 1/2" circle at 50 feet. I am sorely disappointed but I will keep working on it. The .22 bullets that work the best are the CSI standard loads. I still have about 4oo or 500 left. I realized, while shooting, that I should have bought more in Ogden. He was enjoying shooting too, especially now that he has primers again. I think he has enough small pistol primers, but the large pistol primers were all gone.
So, a full day! I had thought this would not happen due to my lack of sleep last night. And, without my neighbor and primers coming in, I probably would have done nothing today. Tomorrow I may rest. In the slow day, however, I would like to figure out where to advertise my apartment. I have heard nothing back from the grad student my new renters were trying to get me with, the grad student who will be arriving in Logan mid-October from field work. I have to put out the advertisement or it will end up being too late and I will be stuck with two rents for quite a bit longer. Not much else will be done tomorrow. Anything after that I will think about throughout tomorrow.
Hopefully lack of sleep will not plague me tonight. I am bothered though, that several people I have emailed have failed to respond, my lady friend has not been in contact, and some other activities seem to have ceased. I guess some periods are just slow that way. Hmm, I ought to check the mail. I have not checked it since before my birthday, maybe I have a card.
Good night.
Doh!
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Back to the beginning, in more ways then one. After fighting to get through the sleepiness and flu symptoms, not only is my body weak again, but now I find sleep elusive again too! Maybe I should not fight so hard, eh? *laughs* I promise, I am not building my house on sand, it is the earthquakes that plague my house! I will, with this as well, reconquer and contain, dominate and prevail. So says the lion mouse, give or take.
I keep learning, in every direction, from blogs, my interests, and my new found functioning. I am amazed at the world out there, the world that had been passing me up for so long. I have learned new bits about coffee, little pieces of information about fly fishing, a byte or two regarding guns and gunsmithing and upkeep, the bible and what it says, and many other topics. On the bible, actually I do know much. Reading and re-reading that as a child and into my teens, I really did grok it. But, as it suggests, the Holy Spirit guides one to new insights and often when actively reading it.
I may still be living in a lower functioning life, in that I am not earning an income and finally living on my own merits. I may not ever get to that point or, if things hold in that they continue to improve, I may actually become employable and employed in a few years. Whatever the case, I will not again be encased in solitude and frozen in life. Of that I am sure. If it is this place, so be it. If it was merely my will to seek and that I was rewarded for my effort, that is okay. Whatever the source of this new chance and opportunity, I am grabbing it by the horns and going for the ride of my life.
Find your bull and grab on. I cannot tell you it will not be bumpy, I will not claim it is all fun and games. But if you have the strength left in you, or even if you do not as I did not, head where you know it to be. The rest will just happen. I have never quit, if I took rests, after I realized I was here for purposes that were not my own and that it was not for me to give or take. LIFE IS GOOD. Eat it up before it spits you out.
Hmmm, can I haz my sleep nows? Ugh! *laughs*
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Back to the beginning, in more ways then one. After fighting to get through the sleepiness and flu symptoms, not only is my body weak again, but now I find sleep elusive again too! Maybe I should not fight so hard, eh? *laughs* I promise, I am not building my house on sand, it is the earthquakes that plague my house! I will, with this as well, reconquer and contain, dominate and prevail. So says the lion mouse, give or take.
I keep learning, in every direction, from blogs, my interests, and my new found functioning. I am amazed at the world out there, the world that had been passing me up for so long. I have learned new bits about coffee, little pieces of information about fly fishing, a byte or two regarding guns and gunsmithing and upkeep, the bible and what it says, and many other topics. On the bible, actually I do know much. Reading and re-reading that as a child and into my teens, I really did grok it. But, as it suggests, the Holy Spirit guides one to new insights and often when actively reading it.
I may still be living in a lower functioning life, in that I am not earning an income and finally living on my own merits. I may not ever get to that point or, if things hold in that they continue to improve, I may actually become employable and employed in a few years. Whatever the case, I will not again be encased in solitude and frozen in life. Of that I am sure. If it is this place, so be it. If it was merely my will to seek and that I was rewarded for my effort, that is okay. Whatever the source of this new chance and opportunity, I am grabbing it by the horns and going for the ride of my life.
Find your bull and grab on. I cannot tell you it will not be bumpy, I will not claim it is all fun and games. But if you have the strength left in you, or even if you do not as I did not, head where you know it to be. The rest will just happen. I have never quit, if I took rests, after I realized I was here for purposes that were not my own and that it was not for me to give or take. LIFE IS GOOD. Eat it up before it spits you out.
Hmmm, can I haz my sleep nows? Ugh! *laughs*
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
If I had not mentioned it...
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I have been reading the bible, New Testament to begin with, almost daily lately.
There is, of course, simply what God, Christ, and men moved by the Holy Spirit are showing and telling. There is much direct information, sometimes in ordered groups, sometimes seemingly randomly placed. There are, seeming, contradictions, regarding wealth for example. Christ tells the rich young man to sell all he possesses and to come walk with Him. The young man, not willing to part with all of his material goods, walks away. And yet, in a parable, Jesus discusses a lord who gives his servants 10, 5, and 1 talent each. When he returns a year later, the servants who received 10 and 5 talents have doubled those coins while the one who received only 1 talent merely buried it for safe keeping. The former servants are entreated by the master while the one who did nothing with the coin is rebuked and the coin is removed from him. I know, these are nuances. Yet they are so boldly stated that it is difficult to take them at more than face value, so they do seem contradictory.
At this point, I am merely reading. I will study these passages in time in much greater depth, perhaps to include finding various translations. I would love to learn the original languages and simply read myself, but that has flaws as well. I believe one would have to actually study the languages of the era of the writings, and given that there is a lot of era language to learn, it might not even be possible, except over a true whole lifetime (if then) to be aware of all the linguistic intricacies, and have a body of tomes regarding those to be more certain. And, without the Holy Spirit too, any reading would be academic.
The real point, however, that I wished to make, is that the stories in the bible, from parables to history to odd little bits is rather amazing. For example, how John the Baptist came, lived at times, worked, and then was killed. Yes, it was a terrible thing. When Christ heard the news, he wanted to be alone. But all that is involved is larger than life in spite of being history. And, yes, I believe in the simple true historic nature of the bible. Is the history simplistic at times, sure. Much like when you are asked how your day went, you do not include every coffee break, every conversation, every (or any) bathroom break, you simply discuss the major points or the points that you enjoyed or had or are having trouble.
I suppose, in these days where our governments are afraid to punish those who kill us, it is weird to think that a king would order the beheading of a man because a girl danced well. It is difficult to imagine that a murderer would be freed while a truly faultless man would be scourged and then crucified. Well, other than the 'scourged and sacrificed', actually I can see that today. High society, the stars and starlets, academics, writers, artists, and many others, in their mainstream forms, are every bit as evil as the crowd that voted for Jesus to die. I could place them in the same arena doing the same thing, especially if picked by those in power today, unfortunately in any nation on earth at this point, and even if picked by many churches, whose concern is some kind of socialist 'social justice'.
There are many things written which give me pause in my personal life as well. I do wonder about my many goods. I do think about the masters displeasure with the one who had only one coin. I see where I fail on both fronts, in spite of the seeming contradictions. There are many other passages which trouble me. I pray about them and I look at how I can change some of these things in my life. Like my health struggles, these spiritual difficulties will not be solved overnight. I must think on them and find out how to implement them. Of course, I may simply not be able to overcome some of my failings. I may never learn how to save for rainy days, how to not collect items, or a lot of other things. It might simply have to be His grace, not my works, in much of life. And, after a great deal of praying, speaking with spiritual advisers and others, and reading the bible, I think I am finally, if uncomfortably, good with that. It is not that I shrug, or give up, it is simply that I now understand... a bit. I will do what I am able to do and leave the rest for my Father and Lord to assist or forgive.
If you are ever in the mood for some good, in all senses of that word, reading, pick up the bible. It cannot hurt you. Only you could do that by seeing your flaws or weaknesses. But with simple guidance, I think you will be able to see your way around even those things and into grace rather than shame. Even if you do not believe, the stories are interesting. Besides, if it is merely a book, what harm could come of reading it? For me, it is a powerful set of books, and I will continue reading, and then studying the 'Human Guide to Life'. It beats the sci-fi channel, "History" channel, and "science" channels I used to watch, even without moving pictures or sound.
Oh, the lamb shoulder chops were excellent. I did not need the tarragon or spearmint leaves, as they simply did not add much to the pan frying. A little salt, some pepper, a potato, some milk, and a prayer did the trick just fine. Plus, I have two pre-baked potatoes for frying with breakfasts later this week.
Good night. Do not let the bed bugs bite.
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I have been reading the bible, New Testament to begin with, almost daily lately.
There is, of course, simply what God, Christ, and men moved by the Holy Spirit are showing and telling. There is much direct information, sometimes in ordered groups, sometimes seemingly randomly placed. There are, seeming, contradictions, regarding wealth for example. Christ tells the rich young man to sell all he possesses and to come walk with Him. The young man, not willing to part with all of his material goods, walks away. And yet, in a parable, Jesus discusses a lord who gives his servants 10, 5, and 1 talent each. When he returns a year later, the servants who received 10 and 5 talents have doubled those coins while the one who received only 1 talent merely buried it for safe keeping. The former servants are entreated by the master while the one who did nothing with the coin is rebuked and the coin is removed from him. I know, these are nuances. Yet they are so boldly stated that it is difficult to take them at more than face value, so they do seem contradictory.
At this point, I am merely reading. I will study these passages in time in much greater depth, perhaps to include finding various translations. I would love to learn the original languages and simply read myself, but that has flaws as well. I believe one would have to actually study the languages of the era of the writings, and given that there is a lot of era language to learn, it might not even be possible, except over a true whole lifetime (if then) to be aware of all the linguistic intricacies, and have a body of tomes regarding those to be more certain. And, without the Holy Spirit too, any reading would be academic.
The real point, however, that I wished to make, is that the stories in the bible, from parables to history to odd little bits is rather amazing. For example, how John the Baptist came, lived at times, worked, and then was killed. Yes, it was a terrible thing. When Christ heard the news, he wanted to be alone. But all that is involved is larger than life in spite of being history. And, yes, I believe in the simple true historic nature of the bible. Is the history simplistic at times, sure. Much like when you are asked how your day went, you do not include every coffee break, every conversation, every (or any) bathroom break, you simply discuss the major points or the points that you enjoyed or had or are having trouble.
I suppose, in these days where our governments are afraid to punish those who kill us, it is weird to think that a king would order the beheading of a man because a girl danced well. It is difficult to imagine that a murderer would be freed while a truly faultless man would be scourged and then crucified. Well, other than the 'scourged and sacrificed', actually I can see that today. High society, the stars and starlets, academics, writers, artists, and many others, in their mainstream forms, are every bit as evil as the crowd that voted for Jesus to die. I could place them in the same arena doing the same thing, especially if picked by those in power today, unfortunately in any nation on earth at this point, and even if picked by many churches, whose concern is some kind of socialist 'social justice'.
There are many things written which give me pause in my personal life as well. I do wonder about my many goods. I do think about the masters displeasure with the one who had only one coin. I see where I fail on both fronts, in spite of the seeming contradictions. There are many other passages which trouble me. I pray about them and I look at how I can change some of these things in my life. Like my health struggles, these spiritual difficulties will not be solved overnight. I must think on them and find out how to implement them. Of course, I may simply not be able to overcome some of my failings. I may never learn how to save for rainy days, how to not collect items, or a lot of other things. It might simply have to be His grace, not my works, in much of life. And, after a great deal of praying, speaking with spiritual advisers and others, and reading the bible, I think I am finally, if uncomfortably, good with that. It is not that I shrug, or give up, it is simply that I now understand... a bit. I will do what I am able to do and leave the rest for my Father and Lord to assist or forgive.
If you are ever in the mood for some good, in all senses of that word, reading, pick up the bible. It cannot hurt you. Only you could do that by seeing your flaws or weaknesses. But with simple guidance, I think you will be able to see your way around even those things and into grace rather than shame. Even if you do not believe, the stories are interesting. Besides, if it is merely a book, what harm could come of reading it? For me, it is a powerful set of books, and I will continue reading, and then studying the 'Human Guide to Life'. It beats the sci-fi channel, "History" channel, and "science" channels I used to watch, even without moving pictures or sound.
Oh, the lamb shoulder chops were excellent. I did not need the tarragon or spearmint leaves, as they simply did not add much to the pan frying. A little salt, some pepper, a potato, some milk, and a prayer did the trick just fine. Plus, I have two pre-baked potatoes for frying with breakfasts later this week.
Good night. Do not let the bed bugs bite.
Shooting and not much else.
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My neighbor and myself went to the range today. I can now shoot a .22 rifle with iron sights, and use it for my hunter's safety course. He was plinking, I was trying to see where the rifle shoots, or to see if it would even get on paper. It is low and the the right a bit. The small targets they offer... all I can say is I hope they really do not want us to be able to hit the bullseye. I am not sure a standard rifle will do that. I will have to get out, probably nearly daily, and shoot to even get close to that. The spread with the rifle is probably 4". I was standing only though too. We get 10 shots standing, sitting, and prone. I am going to work on standing first, since that is the most difficult. It is light enough, I just need practice with this particular firearm.
I will clean it and oil it tonight. It did seem a touch dry. I believe it does need cleaning as well. Shooting it out a bit will not hurt it at all either. A hundred or more rounds went through the business tube this afternoon. Many more will pass the same way. It is a new rifle, so it may just take a bit of a shooting to get it into shape. I will find out before long. It is a Henry Repeating rifle. The lever action is quite smooth. I certainly hope it tightens up on the target. Then again, it might simply be my bad shooting. Time will tell.
My reaction to the medicine seems to have improved. I am still a little tired and a little weak, but I am working on improving those things. If I stand for a half hour, I get flush and tired, just like when I first moved here. Standing on the porch talking to my neighbor, going shooting, and pushing like I initially did will hopefully get me back on my feet, literally. Starting from the start does not sound so great, but I am starting to think I can do it. Odd though, the cramps I got from doing that and then got over are back. The trick to that, as I learned, was salt. And pickle juice is the ticket for that. Thankfully, I loaded up on three jars a while back, and have 2 full left, and 2 pickles and a quarter of the juice in the opened jar.
I think, tonight, I am going to bake a few potatoes (Idaho, fresh). Along with butter and sour cream, those will be perfect sides for my lamb chops. I am baking three potatoes and actually think that one will be enough for dinner. The other two will make breakfasts a bit better and fuller. I actually did some cooking for late breakfast. A couple of 3 ounce sausage patties and 3 eggs. It was very good to eat a real breakfast, it has been a while. The cast iron skillet allows me to cook without as much cleanup, muss, or fuss.
I have been meaning to call my lady friend. I should do that before long. But I have two times of the day to call her or I will simply get an answering service, and I hate that. I am a bit worried about her, not having heard anything in some time. I am sure she is fine, if lonely and feeling a little deserted.
Good day, or evening really.
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My neighbor and myself went to the range today. I can now shoot a .22 rifle with iron sights, and use it for my hunter's safety course. He was plinking, I was trying to see where the rifle shoots, or to see if it would even get on paper. It is low and the the right a bit. The small targets they offer... all I can say is I hope they really do not want us to be able to hit the bullseye. I am not sure a standard rifle will do that. I will have to get out, probably nearly daily, and shoot to even get close to that. The spread with the rifle is probably 4". I was standing only though too. We get 10 shots standing, sitting, and prone. I am going to work on standing first, since that is the most difficult. It is light enough, I just need practice with this particular firearm.
I will clean it and oil it tonight. It did seem a touch dry. I believe it does need cleaning as well. Shooting it out a bit will not hurt it at all either. A hundred or more rounds went through the business tube this afternoon. Many more will pass the same way. It is a new rifle, so it may just take a bit of a shooting to get it into shape. I will find out before long. It is a Henry Repeating rifle. The lever action is quite smooth. I certainly hope it tightens up on the target. Then again, it might simply be my bad shooting. Time will tell.
My reaction to the medicine seems to have improved. I am still a little tired and a little weak, but I am working on improving those things. If I stand for a half hour, I get flush and tired, just like when I first moved here. Standing on the porch talking to my neighbor, going shooting, and pushing like I initially did will hopefully get me back on my feet, literally. Starting from the start does not sound so great, but I am starting to think I can do it. Odd though, the cramps I got from doing that and then got over are back. The trick to that, as I learned, was salt. And pickle juice is the ticket for that. Thankfully, I loaded up on three jars a while back, and have 2 full left, and 2 pickles and a quarter of the juice in the opened jar.
I think, tonight, I am going to bake a few potatoes (Idaho, fresh). Along with butter and sour cream, those will be perfect sides for my lamb chops. I am baking three potatoes and actually think that one will be enough for dinner. The other two will make breakfasts a bit better and fuller. I actually did some cooking for late breakfast. A couple of 3 ounce sausage patties and 3 eggs. It was very good to eat a real breakfast, it has been a while. The cast iron skillet allows me to cook without as much cleanup, muss, or fuss.
I have been meaning to call my lady friend. I should do that before long. But I have two times of the day to call her or I will simply get an answering service, and I hate that. I am a bit worried about her, not having heard anything in some time. I am sure she is fine, if lonely and feeling a little deserted.
Good day, or evening really.
Swell, so far.
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Last night, even after taking two doses in close proximity timewise, life was rather easy. I stayed up a little past that last post, with no problems. I did take the Tylenol, and there was a slight increase in pain until that kicked in. When I finally felt the (natural seeming) call to sleep, I headed on to bed. That was the most comfortable and natural sleep I have had since starting the stuff. I rolled as I should, the sleep was neither too shallow nor too deep. I did not sweat or burn. And I slept well in all manners. I tried to wake to be in Ogden, but I think that will need to be tomorrow. I am moving a bit slow and I am still a bit groggy.
It is so strange that a medicine can build to such a crescendo of suffering and then, even if it is just one time, be taken with zero side affects. I have had medicines where the effects vary, but none where they disappear in such a weird fashion. I will take it. It was becoming quite harsh. And, should this be short lived, I suppose I will continue to deal with it until the two week point, at which time I would cut back. Too weird.
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Last night, even after taking two doses in close proximity timewise, life was rather easy. I stayed up a little past that last post, with no problems. I did take the Tylenol, and there was a slight increase in pain until that kicked in. When I finally felt the (natural seeming) call to sleep, I headed on to bed. That was the most comfortable and natural sleep I have had since starting the stuff. I rolled as I should, the sleep was neither too shallow nor too deep. I did not sweat or burn. And I slept well in all manners. I tried to wake to be in Ogden, but I think that will need to be tomorrow. I am moving a bit slow and I am still a bit groggy.
It is so strange that a medicine can build to such a crescendo of suffering and then, even if it is just one time, be taken with zero side affects. I have had medicines where the effects vary, but none where they disappear in such a weird fashion. I will take it. It was becoming quite harsh. And, should this be short lived, I suppose I will continue to deal with it until the two week point, at which time I would cut back. Too weird.
That is odd.
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I took my medicine just a bit ago. By this time, in the past, I was crawling off to bed even after just having awaken. My neck would have been aching, my headache would have manifest, and nausea and fever would also be plaguing me. Though I can feel it, inside, doing something, and while I am a little stiff about the neck and shoulders, the rest of the symptoms have not manifested themselves even in as minor of a way as that. I will take 1400 mgs of Tylenol, just as a safety precaution. I am not sure why it is not causing me any problems. I cannot quite, yet, say I have become accustomed to the stuff. I will simply enjoy one good dose. How weird is that?
I believe they were supposed to send me more medicine, a water pill. It has not arrived yet. It is one I used to use with Lisinopril. It worked well. I do not believe it had any added side effects. Then again, I do not remember Lisinopril being this bad. I was, and often, in bad shape in Iowa, so perhaps with being in bad shape already, I did not always connect all of the dots, worrying mainly about the drowsiness. I have always had flushes of heat, night sweats (which have lessened in frequency a great deal at this point), and some other things. Perhaps I thought the flushes caused by Lisinopril were just the old and did not correctly put it with that pill. Being in far superior shape, in mind, body, and spirit, perhaps I have become better able to both see the effects and overcome them. Yes, perhaps that is it. I certainly have been fighting the effects and my wish to quit the medicines.
If this becomes the norm, I have a fair chance at shaking my world up, taking care of all of my health concerns, and moving on in life. I am working, now, on quitting sugar and such, or 90% of it. I will still, every once in a while, have a few teaspoons in my coffee. Unless that still is too much. I need to get to the storage facility and look for my b.p. cup and glucose device. Oh, darn it, I need to get in for a blood draw! In my feverish sickness, I have slipped in tending that. Tomorrow, I guess, I will drive down and tend that. Then again, yesterday was the first day I was able to do more than sleep since I started the medicines for the most part.
In the past, taking this medicine regularly, I was not able to go to engineering school. It wiped out a year for me in Iowa, with my doctor (the better one actually) egging me to continue school, suggesting it would get better. At that time, it never did. I bombed out of school as I simply could not stay awake. So, this dosage tonight, gives me some hope. I sometimes wish I could turn a few pages in life to see a bit of the future, but that is not for us.
I am actually feeling downright frisky. I hope to lay down and try and sleep in an hour or so. Being frisky at 2:30 in the morning here is a no win game. Simply, there is nothing (or nothing I would want) to do in Logan or the surrounds at this time of day. Feeling frisky during the day light hours will lead me to more of what I have been doing and like to do. I need to sleep anyway, if I wish to drive to Ogden early enough to get the blood draw completed.
I just thought to post the positive after harping, whining, and complaining about the, if serious, side effects and the negative. The good with the bad, this blog is about life and life contains both. I am sure hoping I have hurdled the worst of it.
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I took my medicine just a bit ago. By this time, in the past, I was crawling off to bed even after just having awaken. My neck would have been aching, my headache would have manifest, and nausea and fever would also be plaguing me. Though I can feel it, inside, doing something, and while I am a little stiff about the neck and shoulders, the rest of the symptoms have not manifested themselves even in as minor of a way as that. I will take 1400 mgs of Tylenol, just as a safety precaution. I am not sure why it is not causing me any problems. I cannot quite, yet, say I have become accustomed to the stuff. I will simply enjoy one good dose. How weird is that?
I believe they were supposed to send me more medicine, a water pill. It has not arrived yet. It is one I used to use with Lisinopril. It worked well. I do not believe it had any added side effects. Then again, I do not remember Lisinopril being this bad. I was, and often, in bad shape in Iowa, so perhaps with being in bad shape already, I did not always connect all of the dots, worrying mainly about the drowsiness. I have always had flushes of heat, night sweats (which have lessened in frequency a great deal at this point), and some other things. Perhaps I thought the flushes caused by Lisinopril were just the old and did not correctly put it with that pill. Being in far superior shape, in mind, body, and spirit, perhaps I have become better able to both see the effects and overcome them. Yes, perhaps that is it. I certainly have been fighting the effects and my wish to quit the medicines.
If this becomes the norm, I have a fair chance at shaking my world up, taking care of all of my health concerns, and moving on in life. I am working, now, on quitting sugar and such, or 90% of it. I will still, every once in a while, have a few teaspoons in my coffee. Unless that still is too much. I need to get to the storage facility and look for my b.p. cup and glucose device. Oh, darn it, I need to get in for a blood draw! In my feverish sickness, I have slipped in tending that. Tomorrow, I guess, I will drive down and tend that. Then again, yesterday was the first day I was able to do more than sleep since I started the medicines for the most part.
In the past, taking this medicine regularly, I was not able to go to engineering school. It wiped out a year for me in Iowa, with my doctor (the better one actually) egging me to continue school, suggesting it would get better. At that time, it never did. I bombed out of school as I simply could not stay awake. So, this dosage tonight, gives me some hope. I sometimes wish I could turn a few pages in life to see a bit of the future, but that is not for us.
I am actually feeling downright frisky. I hope to lay down and try and sleep in an hour or so. Being frisky at 2:30 in the morning here is a no win game. Simply, there is nothing (or nothing I would want) to do in Logan or the surrounds at this time of day. Feeling frisky during the day light hours will lead me to more of what I have been doing and like to do. I need to sleep anyway, if I wish to drive to Ogden early enough to get the blood draw completed.
I just thought to post the positive after harping, whining, and complaining about the, if serious, side effects and the negative. The good with the bad, this blog is about life and life contains both. I am sure hoping I have hurdled the worst of it.
Weird, maybe good.
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I am somewhat surprised. I went to bed between 17:00 and 18:oo and woke up at 00:00 or so. I had no headache, only very minor pains (between 0 and 1 on the scale), no fever, and no body crankiness aside from pain. I am about to take today's dosage as I said I would. Why potentially ruin a perfectly good evening? Well, first, if all it does is put me to sleep, then good. I would not mind sleeping until morning. And, if it is going to do whatever, at least I had a bit of time without any complaints. Actually, now that I think about it, I will probably wait until I have tinkered a bit, eaten, and am not interested, necessarily, in continuing to be awake before I drop the load.
Since this is the first time I have not had other symptoms, other than extreme exhaustion. And that extreme exhaustion could, in part, be accounted by the fact I had been up many hours, there might be hope that I might be digging my way through. Either that or it is simply a weird little vacation and I will be back to regularly scheduled programming any time now.
I am a little hot to find out they started me on the maximum possible daily dosage. Is that not risky, with any medicine? If it somehow works though, I will shut my trap. I freak the medicos out. My blood pressure, diabetes, and some other things simply do things they do not understand. And, some of them have told me they are not, at all, sure why I am alive. I have suggested they simply do this scientifically. Am I dead? No... Well then, that is why I am alive. Sometimes a chuckle, sometimes a blank stare. I hate to tell you, but honestly, that IS science. You can go farther, no doubt, but not much. Well, I do not believe going further in theory is too much better than where the Greek 'scientists' went, unless you are talking about the latrine. We all go there. Ha.
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I am somewhat surprised. I went to bed between 17:00 and 18:oo and woke up at 00:00 or so. I had no headache, only very minor pains (between 0 and 1 on the scale), no fever, and no body crankiness aside from pain. I am about to take today's dosage as I said I would. Why potentially ruin a perfectly good evening? Well, first, if all it does is put me to sleep, then good. I would not mind sleeping until morning. And, if it is going to do whatever, at least I had a bit of time without any complaints. Actually, now that I think about it, I will probably wait until I have tinkered a bit, eaten, and am not interested, necessarily, in continuing to be awake before I drop the load.
Since this is the first time I have not had other symptoms, other than extreme exhaustion. And that extreme exhaustion could, in part, be accounted by the fact I had been up many hours, there might be hope that I might be digging my way through. Either that or it is simply a weird little vacation and I will be back to regularly scheduled programming any time now.
I am a little hot to find out they started me on the maximum possible daily dosage. Is that not risky, with any medicine? If it somehow works though, I will shut my trap. I freak the medicos out. My blood pressure, diabetes, and some other things simply do things they do not understand. And, some of them have told me they are not, at all, sure why I am alive. I have suggested they simply do this scientifically. Am I dead? No... Well then, that is why I am alive. Sometimes a chuckle, sometimes a blank stare. I hate to tell you, but honestly, that IS science. You can go farther, no doubt, but not much. Well, I do not believe going further in theory is too much better than where the Greek 'scientists' went, unless you are talking about the latrine. We all go there. Ha.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Still up, but I did a bad.
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I have stayed up most of the day, further, I am going to try and drag it out until a respectable hour. Now, I did get in a hurry and honestly forgot to take the medicine. I was all set for it, and do things in my time, but when surprised or rushed I often forget those tedious little details. My neighbor seemed rather ready to go after we had talked, he finished his business, and then rang my doorbell. And I just could not remember the second thing I wanted for Wal-Mart. Then, I locked myself out of my apartment (the first time in at least 10 years, maybe the second, but first sounds better).
Oh well, I took it just now, and if I stay up late enough, I will take it again. If I cannot stay awake, then I will take today's pill when I wake up. I know, double dosing and all that, but I will stubbornly take it as promised. If in two weeks I am still this bad off, I may cut my dose in half every other day or something. Today, being able to stay up and get a bit done, I am hopeful that I might be able to push through. Who knows. If the symptoms seem worse, at least I am doing better than before. Before I honestly slept 18 hours a day, and occasionally 3 consecutive days. And, I was on a lower dosage.
I think my neighbor just likes to get out of the house. His main hobby is his gun collection. His .45 started out as a $500 dollar piece. He now has around $1,100 in new parts (purchased over many months as he lives on less than $400 personal money a month, sometimes a lot less). He does his own smithing, but he has been trained in aspects of that so he is not just (completely) guessing. And he researches each add months before buying a particular part. He reloads, when he can find expendables, but then he buys in small numbers. 100 primers this month, a pound of powder next month, etc. I have witnessed some of his gun coming together. It has improved greatly.
I spoke to him today about going to see his dentist. He still thinks the price is the same, but it was more than he had said. The $800 is for dentures (he believes), but there is another $300 to $400 for pulling his remaining lower teeth. If his dentist wants him in for a re-evaluation, I told him to go on in and that I will pay for that up front. If his dentist is sure that the price is still good, then I will just begin looking for assistance in getting the work done. The total price tag would be tricky for me. Depending on his dentist though, if I had to and he is flexible with payments, I might still be able to do it. That went better than I had hoped. Though, in truth, I did edge my way to this point. I will begin speaking with some people I have met and I will meet others in this quest.
After we did our shopping, we stopped in at Golden Coral again. He likes going there. I think that is about it for this month. Which is fine. They probably know me more by how much tea I drink than how much I eat. I think I eat a lot, but the women who tend our table wonder why I eat so little. They must be used to people really piling it on.
I have been trying to drink as much water as possible. But there are real limits. I try to drink at least a glass (16 ounces) an hour, and sometimes I will drink a half a gallon in an hour. Staying hydrated, for me, is rather quirky. I am often overly thirsty. I can drink to a certain level, then I coast a bit, and often while coasting I fall behind. Oh well, I will figure it out in time.
Bah, I think I am going to have to sleep. Lisinopril just dusts me. Later.
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I have stayed up most of the day, further, I am going to try and drag it out until a respectable hour. Now, I did get in a hurry and honestly forgot to take the medicine. I was all set for it, and do things in my time, but when surprised or rushed I often forget those tedious little details. My neighbor seemed rather ready to go after we had talked, he finished his business, and then rang my doorbell. And I just could not remember the second thing I wanted for Wal-Mart. Then, I locked myself out of my apartment (the first time in at least 10 years, maybe the second, but first sounds better).
Oh well, I took it just now, and if I stay up late enough, I will take it again. If I cannot stay awake, then I will take today's pill when I wake up. I know, double dosing and all that, but I will stubbornly take it as promised. If in two weeks I am still this bad off, I may cut my dose in half every other day or something. Today, being able to stay up and get a bit done, I am hopeful that I might be able to push through. Who knows. If the symptoms seem worse, at least I am doing better than before. Before I honestly slept 18 hours a day, and occasionally 3 consecutive days. And, I was on a lower dosage.
I think my neighbor just likes to get out of the house. His main hobby is his gun collection. His .45 started out as a $500 dollar piece. He now has around $1,100 in new parts (purchased over many months as he lives on less than $400 personal money a month, sometimes a lot less). He does his own smithing, but he has been trained in aspects of that so he is not just (completely) guessing. And he researches each add months before buying a particular part. He reloads, when he can find expendables, but then he buys in small numbers. 100 primers this month, a pound of powder next month, etc. I have witnessed some of his gun coming together. It has improved greatly.
I spoke to him today about going to see his dentist. He still thinks the price is the same, but it was more than he had said. The $800 is for dentures (he believes), but there is another $300 to $400 for pulling his remaining lower teeth. If his dentist wants him in for a re-evaluation, I told him to go on in and that I will pay for that up front. If his dentist is sure that the price is still good, then I will just begin looking for assistance in getting the work done. The total price tag would be tricky for me. Depending on his dentist though, if I had to and he is flexible with payments, I might still be able to do it. That went better than I had hoped. Though, in truth, I did edge my way to this point. I will begin speaking with some people I have met and I will meet others in this quest.
After we did our shopping, we stopped in at Golden Coral again. He likes going there. I think that is about it for this month. Which is fine. They probably know me more by how much tea I drink than how much I eat. I think I eat a lot, but the women who tend our table wonder why I eat so little. They must be used to people really piling it on.
I have been trying to drink as much water as possible. But there are real limits. I try to drink at least a glass (16 ounces) an hour, and sometimes I will drink a half a gallon in an hour. Staying hydrated, for me, is rather quirky. I am often overly thirsty. I can drink to a certain level, then I coast a bit, and often while coasting I fall behind. Oh well, I will figure it out in time.
Bah, I think I am going to have to sleep. Lisinopril just dusts me. Later.
To take or not to take.
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Fine, not really a question. I do have to take it. But I am waiting until 11:00 so that I may, in clear conscience, also take Tylenol. Perhaps I will see my neighbor by then and have something planned. I am a bit tired, I have stayed up a long time considering the medicine. Normally this would be my day, from late at night until early morning. But with the medicine, I started to sleep more, much more. The last few days has been a sleep fest. And, usually, even off the medicine, I would be tired and ready to sleep. I am trying to push for several reasons. First, I have slept so much (and fruitlessly) recently that I would like to be tired enough to sleep more naturally, I am trying to stretch a bit, and I would still like to work my waking hours to the daytime as I had nearly done before medicine.
I did the laundry. It is folded or on a hanger in the closet. All is put away except a few pair of jeans which are not quite dry. I have a place for them waiting for dryness to my preference. I have a few more loads left to do, laundry I could not conveniently take this time. With a laundry facility here, I might just do the laundry sooner than not. I only traveled to another laundromat because of the number of loads I had. I probably could have done it here, but being unsure, I went where I knew I could do it all in one pass.
I arrived at 7:00, to the closer laundromat. I was alone for half of the time. Then an older woman came in. She was quite interested, kept asking me for help or advice, and smiling. She had some form of accent, one of the Islands of Great Britain to be sure. I could tell she was beyond the age of child bearing. But more, I will not meet women randomly. I need to know who they are, a bit of their history, and whether they are of faith or not. She was not interesting to me either, there was no 'zing'. And yes, that is needed. I sort of felt bad for her, but there is nothing I can do. Children have to be part and parcel of any relationship I get into, and there has to be mutual faith and that zing.
I just spoke with my neighbor. He does have a few things he wants to accomplish. He does not necessarily need my help but since some of the things he wants to do align with things I need to do, there is no problem there. I have decided to talk to him today, about helping him a bit. He really needs teeth work, and from what he has said, he simply cannot afford it and his medical will not pay. Further, he is behind on many of his other medical bills, his part of them, and some other bills. He has indicated that the work he needs would cost $800 dollars. Still, I want him to go to his dentist and get a newer quote, for which I will pay. I am not sure I can pay the rest of it alone, so when I get the quote, I plan on making a few phone calls. I suppose, if I have to, I will pay it. This is, in my estimate, a health based need, not merely cosmetic or such. I would do it for many, depending on their situation. It needs to be done. I know, there goes some of my plans, but if I can get help or get it on a payment plan, it will be okay, mostly. *grumble* *grin* Like I care about money. *laughs*
It is nearly 11:00, so I am going to take the Tylenol and the Lisinopril. I am drinking the hi-pro coffee as we speak. I hope this wor.... *bonk*
*poof*
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Fine, not really a question. I do have to take it. But I am waiting until 11:00 so that I may, in clear conscience, also take Tylenol. Perhaps I will see my neighbor by then and have something planned. I am a bit tired, I have stayed up a long time considering the medicine. Normally this would be my day, from late at night until early morning. But with the medicine, I started to sleep more, much more. The last few days has been a sleep fest. And, usually, even off the medicine, I would be tired and ready to sleep. I am trying to push for several reasons. First, I have slept so much (and fruitlessly) recently that I would like to be tired enough to sleep more naturally, I am trying to stretch a bit, and I would still like to work my waking hours to the daytime as I had nearly done before medicine.
I did the laundry. It is folded or on a hanger in the closet. All is put away except a few pair of jeans which are not quite dry. I have a place for them waiting for dryness to my preference. I have a few more loads left to do, laundry I could not conveniently take this time. With a laundry facility here, I might just do the laundry sooner than not. I only traveled to another laundromat because of the number of loads I had. I probably could have done it here, but being unsure, I went where I knew I could do it all in one pass.
I arrived at 7:00, to the closer laundromat. I was alone for half of the time. Then an older woman came in. She was quite interested, kept asking me for help or advice, and smiling. She had some form of accent, one of the Islands of Great Britain to be sure. I could tell she was beyond the age of child bearing. But more, I will not meet women randomly. I need to know who they are, a bit of their history, and whether they are of faith or not. She was not interesting to me either, there was no 'zing'. And yes, that is needed. I sort of felt bad for her, but there is nothing I can do. Children have to be part and parcel of any relationship I get into, and there has to be mutual faith and that zing.
I just spoke with my neighbor. He does have a few things he wants to accomplish. He does not necessarily need my help but since some of the things he wants to do align with things I need to do, there is no problem there. I have decided to talk to him today, about helping him a bit. He really needs teeth work, and from what he has said, he simply cannot afford it and his medical will not pay. Further, he is behind on many of his other medical bills, his part of them, and some other bills. He has indicated that the work he needs would cost $800 dollars. Still, I want him to go to his dentist and get a newer quote, for which I will pay. I am not sure I can pay the rest of it alone, so when I get the quote, I plan on making a few phone calls. I suppose, if I have to, I will pay it. This is, in my estimate, a health based need, not merely cosmetic or such. I would do it for many, depending on their situation. It needs to be done. I know, there goes some of my plans, but if I can get help or get it on a payment plan, it will be okay, mostly. *grumble* *grin* Like I care about money. *laughs*
It is nearly 11:00, so I am going to take the Tylenol and the Lisinopril. I am drinking the hi-pro coffee as we speak. I hope this wor.... *bonk*
*poof*
Still steaming.
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I got the shower, shaved, and I am just about to put my clothes together for a search of a, or the, 24 hour laundromat. After showering and shaving, I really did need to rest a bit. The coffee, perhaps, kept me from needing sleep. Yes, even the lightest of duty can cause me to crash. I have also started sweating again. I am just burning up. I can tell it is a fever as even my eyelids are hot to my eyes. Anyway, I looked through the blogs on my list, then went internet snooping for a few items, and I decided to buy myself a birthday present. A day late even ordering, of course, but I understand my loutish behavior. :P
I decided to buy a couple of seltzer water dispensers and enough CO2 cartridges to last a goodly while. Beside the item being on my list for some time, I recently suggested this to Neo-Neocon. Her drink requirements reminded me that I have wanted this little ditty for some time. And, after already being crowded by bottles and cans, I decided that it might be a good idea for me. With the costs as they are, I can make my own sparkling water at about 50 cents a liter or less. Perrier costs right at $1.78 here, per liter. Yeah, if I want lemon or lime, there is that cost. But as much as a single lemon or lime will last, it only adds pennies to the deal. And, often I will simply add it to fruit juice or drink it straight. Plus, I think this sort of thing will happily allow me to cut out any soda whatsoever and maintain my low beer intake (of about 2 to 4 beers a week, max, with no more than 2 at a time, urhm, unless there is a blue moon).
I am about to head out in search of a laundromat now. I need to get my clothes in some sort of order before I go. I think they are mostly stacked in the basket, but I would like to get them in a little better order so they will be simple like loads, ready to go when I get there. I should take a bunch of hangers as well. I did not do that last time. The shirts I folded were fine, though folding takes a lot more time, the ones I did not fold were quite wrinkled even though I put them on hangers as soon as I returned. I suspect that when they came out of the drier, they had a bit of moisture in them, but the heat of the day and it being so arid, wrinkles from lying on the basket set in and deeply. Not that I need to dress to impress at this moment, necessarily. But you never know who one might meet, or when a wrinkle free shirt might be just the ticket for some kind of very positive interaction or other.
More later:
Here is the dope. I did get it all together, sorted hangers even (most of them had still been in the box packed in Coralville). Clothes were sorted by color and then a bit by fabric and weave, give or take. I have so many dirty clothes that I could only take most of them. I took the ones I use the most and need the most. I also added some of those freshly sorted hangers and the bible to read. I grabbed the letters I needed to send as well. I put that and the detergent and bleach in the SUV, and headed out to find the elusive all night laundromat(s). I drove around the area I thought it might be, weaving here and there along a 8 x 2 block area. I thought it was just to the east of Main Street, somewhere in the 2nd north to 6th south area. I thought it was in the 1st or 2nd block east. Nothing, nowhere was a laundromat to be found.
I decided to drive to my bank and check out some money. I decided instead of that, to mail my letters first. It took me a bit to find the post office again, but it was done and my letters and the birthday card are on their way. I was getting confused, in part because I could not remember both things I wanted to buy at Wal-Mart (so I decided not to stop, yet) and because I have been pushing my awake time. I decided to stop at a 7/11 and ask if they knew where this laundromat is or if I could look at their phonebook. Sure enough, we found the address. Ah, 50 east 500 north. A few blocks off is all.
So, back in the Xterra, and though I am getting hungry, I first wanted to see if the place is 24 hour or not. I drive by and see that it is closed. On closer inspection, I see they open at 6:00. I drive to McDonald since it is the only place open, and buy some breakfast. I then decide to drive home and eat at home, leaving my laundry in the SUV for a 5:50 outing, since it is only 4:30, so a parking lot wait at the laundromat would have been a bit long and dull.
How, you may ask, have I stayed up so long? I used three tricks. First, coffee! Woot, Hi Ya, and things like that. It is super premium high octane, bumblebee in your pants, sort of stuff. And, for now, it works. Then I added another dose of Tylenol. I will need another as the pain is starting to ratchet up a few notches. And third, I did not take the Lisinopril yet. When I finish with the laundry, and I am ready for whatever may come, I will take it. The affects have been most dramatic almost immediately following taking the junk. In 24 hours most of the effect has weakened. I would guess though, that it would take a week or more to fully recover from the poison and all of the effects from it.
Now, when I do finish laundry, and I take the pill, I am going to try and pull a all-dayer. I will brew some coffee first, then take another dose of Tylenol about 4 hours from now, and then take the kill pill. I am not sure, at all, if that will be enough to boost me through the day. I will just have to do my best. I think my neighbor wanted to do something today. I know he did yesterday, or I heard the doorbell in my fever dreams. Either way, I could no more rise to answer the real or imagined doorbell than I could lift a mountain. I will check with him if I can stay awake. I still have that feverishness, I think that will be with me for a long time, so long as I take the medicine anyway. Perhaps I am allergic to all of these medicines?
Since I am sure I will make it to the laundry this morning, I will go ahead and post this. And, boy did I need a shower. I really need a bath, then a shower next time. Both fever and dream fear sweat have gotten into every pore. It will take a bit to get rid of that, and I could really use a couple of showers a day now, though I know I probably cannot accomplish those. Gladiators used to scrape this stuff off and sell it to ladies, back in the day. The sweat that is like this has a high testosterone count, which makes women feel sexy or something. Too bad I do not have a scraper and a clientele list, I could reek, I mean reap, a fortune. Ha!
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I got the shower, shaved, and I am just about to put my clothes together for a search of a, or the, 24 hour laundromat. After showering and shaving, I really did need to rest a bit. The coffee, perhaps, kept me from needing sleep. Yes, even the lightest of duty can cause me to crash. I have also started sweating again. I am just burning up. I can tell it is a fever as even my eyelids are hot to my eyes. Anyway, I looked through the blogs on my list, then went internet snooping for a few items, and I decided to buy myself a birthday present. A day late even ordering, of course, but I understand my loutish behavior. :P
I decided to buy a couple of seltzer water dispensers and enough CO2 cartridges to last a goodly while. Beside the item being on my list for some time, I recently suggested this to Neo-Neocon. Her drink requirements reminded me that I have wanted this little ditty for some time. And, after already being crowded by bottles and cans, I decided that it might be a good idea for me. With the costs as they are, I can make my own sparkling water at about 50 cents a liter or less. Perrier costs right at $1.78 here, per liter. Yeah, if I want lemon or lime, there is that cost. But as much as a single lemon or lime will last, it only adds pennies to the deal. And, often I will simply add it to fruit juice or drink it straight. Plus, I think this sort of thing will happily allow me to cut out any soda whatsoever and maintain my low beer intake (of about 2 to 4 beers a week, max, with no more than 2 at a time, urhm, unless there is a blue moon).
I am about to head out in search of a laundromat now. I need to get my clothes in some sort of order before I go. I think they are mostly stacked in the basket, but I would like to get them in a little better order so they will be simple like loads, ready to go when I get there. I should take a bunch of hangers as well. I did not do that last time. The shirts I folded were fine, though folding takes a lot more time, the ones I did not fold were quite wrinkled even though I put them on hangers as soon as I returned. I suspect that when they came out of the drier, they had a bit of moisture in them, but the heat of the day and it being so arid, wrinkles from lying on the basket set in and deeply. Not that I need to dress to impress at this moment, necessarily. But you never know who one might meet, or when a wrinkle free shirt might be just the ticket for some kind of very positive interaction or other.
More later:
Here is the dope. I did get it all together, sorted hangers even (most of them had still been in the box packed in Coralville). Clothes were sorted by color and then a bit by fabric and weave, give or take. I have so many dirty clothes that I could only take most of them. I took the ones I use the most and need the most. I also added some of those freshly sorted hangers and the bible to read. I grabbed the letters I needed to send as well. I put that and the detergent and bleach in the SUV, and headed out to find the elusive all night laundromat(s). I drove around the area I thought it might be, weaving here and there along a 8 x 2 block area. I thought it was just to the east of Main Street, somewhere in the 2nd north to 6th south area. I thought it was in the 1st or 2nd block east. Nothing, nowhere was a laundromat to be found.
I decided to drive to my bank and check out some money. I decided instead of that, to mail my letters first. It took me a bit to find the post office again, but it was done and my letters and the birthday card are on their way. I was getting confused, in part because I could not remember both things I wanted to buy at Wal-Mart (so I decided not to stop, yet) and because I have been pushing my awake time. I decided to stop at a 7/11 and ask if they knew where this laundromat is or if I could look at their phonebook. Sure enough, we found the address. Ah, 50 east 500 north. A few blocks off is all.
So, back in the Xterra, and though I am getting hungry, I first wanted to see if the place is 24 hour or not. I drive by and see that it is closed. On closer inspection, I see they open at 6:00. I drive to McDonald since it is the only place open, and buy some breakfast. I then decide to drive home and eat at home, leaving my laundry in the SUV for a 5:50 outing, since it is only 4:30, so a parking lot wait at the laundromat would have been a bit long and dull.
How, you may ask, have I stayed up so long? I used three tricks. First, coffee! Woot, Hi Ya, and things like that. It is super premium high octane, bumblebee in your pants, sort of stuff. And, for now, it works. Then I added another dose of Tylenol. I will need another as the pain is starting to ratchet up a few notches. And third, I did not take the Lisinopril yet. When I finish with the laundry, and I am ready for whatever may come, I will take it. The affects have been most dramatic almost immediately following taking the junk. In 24 hours most of the effect has weakened. I would guess though, that it would take a week or more to fully recover from the poison and all of the effects from it.
Now, when I do finish laundry, and I take the pill, I am going to try and pull a all-dayer. I will brew some coffee first, then take another dose of Tylenol about 4 hours from now, and then take the kill pill. I am not sure, at all, if that will be enough to boost me through the day. I will just have to do my best. I think my neighbor wanted to do something today. I know he did yesterday, or I heard the doorbell in my fever dreams. Either way, I could no more rise to answer the real or imagined doorbell than I could lift a mountain. I will check with him if I can stay awake. I still have that feverishness, I think that will be with me for a long time, so long as I take the medicine anyway. Perhaps I am allergic to all of these medicines?
Since I am sure I will make it to the laundry this morning, I will go ahead and post this. And, boy did I need a shower. I really need a bath, then a shower next time. Both fever and dream fear sweat have gotten into every pore. It will take a bit to get rid of that, and I could really use a couple of showers a day now, though I know I probably cannot accomplish those. Gladiators used to scrape this stuff off and sell it to ladies, back in the day. The sweat that is like this has a high testosterone count, which makes women feel sexy or something. Too bad I do not have a scraper and a clientele list, I could reek, I mean reap, a fortune. Ha!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
Sleep, pain, and heat.
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Nope, the pills are definitely beating me into the ground. I sleep not because I feel like it but because I simply have no choice. I do not feel groggy, I nearly pass out. I can barely get my butt up and over to the bed. The headaches are severe, as is the neck and general body pain. I would rank it at about 7 to 9. If I consume 1400 mg's of Tylenol when I can drag myself over to the kitchen, that knocks the pain down to a tolerable 2 or 4 for a while. Sometimes I am simply too exhausted to move so I suffer until I can rise. And, my body temperature has shot up. What had been a pleasant, even cool, 72 F to 76 F here in the cave has become an intolerable sweat box. I am pretty sure that even at 66 F I would be pleasantly warm if not still hot. It is not the a/c, now, it is just me.
Why the doctors do not believe me, I have no clue. I ought to ask for more Tylenol, prescription strength, when I go there next time, if everything works out. I do not want anything heavier, it causes nausea and dizziness so that the pain becomes a lesser entity. After having tried 12 or more other regimens, this is as good as it gets. I feel like, even with the Tylenol, someone used my head for batting practice a few days ago. The muscles at the base of my neck, the headache, and a general pinata feel over the rest of my body are mine for simply being awake. Even in my sleep I sense it. And, as for sleep, there is no rest there, only fevered dreams and shallow dips into that pool, or occasional coma like sleep. Since my body is demanding so much sleep, and not getting it, perhaps just being in the sleeping position is what is making the rest of my body sore.
I have decided to do my best at taking this poison for this trial month. After which, if my b.p. has not dropped enough, and they refuse Ritalin, I will simply cancel my subscription to their pain factory again. I simply cannot and will not do more. Life is quite good without this junk, if it might be shorter. But this simply is not life at all. Perhaps, through the month, I will pick up though. I am certainly hoping so. And I am trying to fight through it. Right now, that is a losing battle. It reminds me of trying to fight through some of the worst fever flu events I have had. It is difficult, in the fevers of either, to even know what is real, exactly, what time it is, or if I am talking to someone real or one my my fever delusions.
I was not able to get out and do laundry last night or this morning. I am only able to stay awake a few hours, at least well enough to function. And then only just barely. I am trying to push how long I am awake, and I have had some recent success, but that spreads out what little strength I have over a greater period so that I am able to do far less. I suppose it would be like putting your laptop on low voltage to save battery life. Your options and it's capacity become quite limited.
I am hoping to push and get showered and then do laundry. I must smell like a varmint, as I have not been able to take my daily (preferably twice daily) shower for... a while. Maybe while I am out I will tend a few other purchases I have been meaning to make, a few items for clothing storage. I can only imagine that I will have a zombie look while I am out. Maybe that will allow me some peace from intrusion. Either that, or I will be the one shot and stacked as cord wood, to be burned. Bah, they would only wound me and make me angry. That animal side has a way of taking over, and it does not seem to be affected by what ails me. If too, it costs me greatly for that to be in control. It hearkens back to darker days, days I do not really remember or want to remember. And it uses resources as if burning a whole house to warm, rather than just using the fireplace. Costly, I tell you.
I finally finished off the Mexican food the other day. Wow is that filling. I figure, next time I order there, I will order two meals again. Only this time I will only eat about a quarter or less of it a day. The rest will feed me for a week! I mean to get in there at some point to ask about the really hot sauces (I KNOW they have it! Yipee!) and to take some time to really look over their whole menu. It is difficult to really look over the menu with someone waiting to take my order and people behind me waiting to place their order. Of course, that stuff is so filling that it really adds to my sleepiness. Perhaps I ought to only eat it at night in order to get my sleep patterns in order.
I did do some cooking tonight, this time in my cast iron skillet. I cooked lamb shoulder blade chops. They were exceedingly delicious. Along with that I brewed some of that fare trade coffee. I bought some the other day, locally, to see if it was worth the pretty nickle they ask for it. It is less expensive than in Iowa City or Coralville, but it is not cheap either. It is worth the extra pennies (dollars), and so with my French press, I have started to try and use it to boost my time out of the sack. I cannot afford the whole whipping cream here. It costs about $6.75 for a quart! I am used to it costing $2.50 a quart of so. The half and half costs more than what I am used to paying for whole whipping cream. Well, I suppose after I get over the shock, I may go back to it. At least once in a while. I have a few more lamb parts, though of a different variety, and some boneless beef ribs to cook up before long. Maybe the extra meat will help regain some strength.
If I can get things going a bit, I believe I will try to contact the sister of a friend. She lives in SLC, so it would be a bit of a drive, that is if she is interested. I am not sure how to meet and greet yet. Meals are for once the relationship has taken off. Perhaps she has some things we both might be interested in doing, say strolling a local park, going for a short hike in a well used area, or something like that. I like meeting in neutral areas where there are plenty of other people for the first several events. After that, I still like mostly group events, like dining as a group with some of her friends or family, and going the slow rout. Once trust is established, then other options can be contemplated. And, no, not those options. More like a rowboat ride, or a more private picnic. I have decided to remain celibate until married or dead, and I mean that.
Well, that is it... for a while. I will try to blog as I can, but no promises. As is, I am losing days, forgetting many things, and not always being sure of what is going on. I hope this ends up being worth my sacrifices.
Good night.
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Nope, the pills are definitely beating me into the ground. I sleep not because I feel like it but because I simply have no choice. I do not feel groggy, I nearly pass out. I can barely get my butt up and over to the bed. The headaches are severe, as is the neck and general body pain. I would rank it at about 7 to 9. If I consume 1400 mg's of Tylenol when I can drag myself over to the kitchen, that knocks the pain down to a tolerable 2 or 4 for a while. Sometimes I am simply too exhausted to move so I suffer until I can rise. And, my body temperature has shot up. What had been a pleasant, even cool, 72 F to 76 F here in the cave has become an intolerable sweat box. I am pretty sure that even at 66 F I would be pleasantly warm if not still hot. It is not the a/c, now, it is just me.
Why the doctors do not believe me, I have no clue. I ought to ask for more Tylenol, prescription strength, when I go there next time, if everything works out. I do not want anything heavier, it causes nausea and dizziness so that the pain becomes a lesser entity. After having tried 12 or more other regimens, this is as good as it gets. I feel like, even with the Tylenol, someone used my head for batting practice a few days ago. The muscles at the base of my neck, the headache, and a general pinata feel over the rest of my body are mine for simply being awake. Even in my sleep I sense it. And, as for sleep, there is no rest there, only fevered dreams and shallow dips into that pool, or occasional coma like sleep. Since my body is demanding so much sleep, and not getting it, perhaps just being in the sleeping position is what is making the rest of my body sore.
I have decided to do my best at taking this poison for this trial month. After which, if my b.p. has not dropped enough, and they refuse Ritalin, I will simply cancel my subscription to their pain factory again. I simply cannot and will not do more. Life is quite good without this junk, if it might be shorter. But this simply is not life at all. Perhaps, through the month, I will pick up though. I am certainly hoping so. And I am trying to fight through it. Right now, that is a losing battle. It reminds me of trying to fight through some of the worst fever flu events I have had. It is difficult, in the fevers of either, to even know what is real, exactly, what time it is, or if I am talking to someone real or one my my fever delusions.
I was not able to get out and do laundry last night or this morning. I am only able to stay awake a few hours, at least well enough to function. And then only just barely. I am trying to push how long I am awake, and I have had some recent success, but that spreads out what little strength I have over a greater period so that I am able to do far less. I suppose it would be like putting your laptop on low voltage to save battery life. Your options and it's capacity become quite limited.
I am hoping to push and get showered and then do laundry. I must smell like a varmint, as I have not been able to take my daily (preferably twice daily) shower for... a while. Maybe while I am out I will tend a few other purchases I have been meaning to make, a few items for clothing storage. I can only imagine that I will have a zombie look while I am out. Maybe that will allow me some peace from intrusion. Either that, or I will be the one shot and stacked as cord wood, to be burned. Bah, they would only wound me and make me angry. That animal side has a way of taking over, and it does not seem to be affected by what ails me. If too, it costs me greatly for that to be in control. It hearkens back to darker days, days I do not really remember or want to remember. And it uses resources as if burning a whole house to warm, rather than just using the fireplace. Costly, I tell you.
I finally finished off the Mexican food the other day. Wow is that filling. I figure, next time I order there, I will order two meals again. Only this time I will only eat about a quarter or less of it a day. The rest will feed me for a week! I mean to get in there at some point to ask about the really hot sauces (I KNOW they have it! Yipee!) and to take some time to really look over their whole menu. It is difficult to really look over the menu with someone waiting to take my order and people behind me waiting to place their order. Of course, that stuff is so filling that it really adds to my sleepiness. Perhaps I ought to only eat it at night in order to get my sleep patterns in order.
I did do some cooking tonight, this time in my cast iron skillet. I cooked lamb shoulder blade chops. They were exceedingly delicious. Along with that I brewed some of that fare trade coffee. I bought some the other day, locally, to see if it was worth the pretty nickle they ask for it. It is less expensive than in Iowa City or Coralville, but it is not cheap either. It is worth the extra pennies (dollars), and so with my French press, I have started to try and use it to boost my time out of the sack. I cannot afford the whole whipping cream here. It costs about $6.75 for a quart! I am used to it costing $2.50 a quart of so. The half and half costs more than what I am used to paying for whole whipping cream. Well, I suppose after I get over the shock, I may go back to it. At least once in a while. I have a few more lamb parts, though of a different variety, and some boneless beef ribs to cook up before long. Maybe the extra meat will help regain some strength.
If I can get things going a bit, I believe I will try to contact the sister of a friend. She lives in SLC, so it would be a bit of a drive, that is if she is interested. I am not sure how to meet and greet yet. Meals are for once the relationship has taken off. Perhaps she has some things we both might be interested in doing, say strolling a local park, going for a short hike in a well used area, or something like that. I like meeting in neutral areas where there are plenty of other people for the first several events. After that, I still like mostly group events, like dining as a group with some of her friends or family, and going the slow rout. Once trust is established, then other options can be contemplated. And, no, not those options. More like a rowboat ride, or a more private picnic. I have decided to remain celibate until married or dead, and I mean that.
Well, that is it... for a while. I will try to blog as I can, but no promises. As is, I am losing days, forgetting many things, and not always being sure of what is going on. I hope this ends up being worth my sacrifices.
Good night.
More than sure.
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I am almost certain now, the medicine is once again playing havoc with my ability to function. The main difference here and now is that when I am able to function, I am much more able. However, the weakness caused by standing had been eroded until I was able to stand for hours recently. That has been set back to how I was when I first started. I think I will be able to regain my strength though, at least to some degree. My hole general physical strength issue has deteriorated back to pre-move times as well. Since I started the medicine, I can only stand for perhaps an half hour rather than a couple hours or more I had worked up to. Light-headedness and shaky legs once again plague me, whether standing or doing other activities. I am not sure if it is purely the medicines, the medicines combined with a lower blood pressure, or simply the lowering blood pressure. I probably never will know which.
I still have not done my laundry. However, I believe I will load up the SUV and look for an all-nighter tonight. My sleep has been deep, uncontrollable, and frequent. But I do wake refreshed and ready to go for the few hours I can stay awake at a time. Eating too much adds to my sleepiness, though I am beginning to suspect that eating almost anything more than 3 or 4 ounces of any food is now 'too much'. This part, actually, I do not mind. I have a tendency to like larger meals and this will act as a limiter. I am miserable when in another city or place, needing to drive, and yet very tired. This will make me think twice about even ordering a minor meal. I will want to eat just a taste of food. Drinking lots of water and other fluid does not seem to have the same impact, however. I suppose, then, that I can fill up on fluids if need be. That is not a bad plan anyway, out here in the desert.
I know my doctors have all just wanted me to trust them. The problem is, and any of them really, they do not deserve my trust. They said these medicines would have nearly no affect. Either, like Mom's often do, they lied or they simply do not know what they are talking about. Trust is earned, not given, and they certainly have failed on every single health issue I have and have had. From infections to high blood pressure to diabetes to my main complaint, they have simply been unable and at times unwilling to help. They completely ignore what I am telling them, and might as well say "If they are hungry, let them eat cake", though put to medical terms. I have to wonder how many people completely dismiss doctors after having dealt with dozens of them like that. They honestly do not know what they are doing. They read what they "know" in some book and think it is a one size fits all, especially in the socialized medical fields like the V.A. (since I or my family cannot sue if they cut off the wrong limb, remove the wrong organ, or even kill us due to gross negligence!).
I am honestly praying that the rest of you are not shoved into the type of medical practices where your death and lack of health is considered a personal problem, and you cannot even sue when you really should be able to do so. Where a doctor can and regularly does ignore everything you tell them. And where one medicine should be just fine for all of you, no matter if it works or not. I will give them that they tried many medicines, or one doctor there (who left the system did) most worse than the one I am on. But they know that adding Ritalin helped and did not cause adverse health affects for over a year and a half. I think their problem is that I am honest about them being dolts and rude. If the shoe fits, I always say.
Well, enough grumbling. I ought to get showered, dressed, and see if I can find a 24 hour laundromat. There is a chance I will have it to myself!
Later.
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I am almost certain now, the medicine is once again playing havoc with my ability to function. The main difference here and now is that when I am able to function, I am much more able. However, the weakness caused by standing had been eroded until I was able to stand for hours recently. That has been set back to how I was when I first started. I think I will be able to regain my strength though, at least to some degree. My hole general physical strength issue has deteriorated back to pre-move times as well. Since I started the medicine, I can only stand for perhaps an half hour rather than a couple hours or more I had worked up to. Light-headedness and shaky legs once again plague me, whether standing or doing other activities. I am not sure if it is purely the medicines, the medicines combined with a lower blood pressure, or simply the lowering blood pressure. I probably never will know which.
I still have not done my laundry. However, I believe I will load up the SUV and look for an all-nighter tonight. My sleep has been deep, uncontrollable, and frequent. But I do wake refreshed and ready to go for the few hours I can stay awake at a time. Eating too much adds to my sleepiness, though I am beginning to suspect that eating almost anything more than 3 or 4 ounces of any food is now 'too much'. This part, actually, I do not mind. I have a tendency to like larger meals and this will act as a limiter. I am miserable when in another city or place, needing to drive, and yet very tired. This will make me think twice about even ordering a minor meal. I will want to eat just a taste of food. Drinking lots of water and other fluid does not seem to have the same impact, however. I suppose, then, that I can fill up on fluids if need be. That is not a bad plan anyway, out here in the desert.
I know my doctors have all just wanted me to trust them. The problem is, and any of them really, they do not deserve my trust. They said these medicines would have nearly no affect. Either, like Mom's often do, they lied or they simply do not know what they are talking about. Trust is earned, not given, and they certainly have failed on every single health issue I have and have had. From infections to high blood pressure to diabetes to my main complaint, they have simply been unable and at times unwilling to help. They completely ignore what I am telling them, and might as well say "If they are hungry, let them eat cake", though put to medical terms. I have to wonder how many people completely dismiss doctors after having dealt with dozens of them like that. They honestly do not know what they are doing. They read what they "know" in some book and think it is a one size fits all, especially in the socialized medical fields like the V.A. (since I or my family cannot sue if they cut off the wrong limb, remove the wrong organ, or even kill us due to gross negligence!).
I am honestly praying that the rest of you are not shoved into the type of medical practices where your death and lack of health is considered a personal problem, and you cannot even sue when you really should be able to do so. Where a doctor can and regularly does ignore everything you tell them. And where one medicine should be just fine for all of you, no matter if it works or not. I will give them that they tried many medicines, or one doctor there (who left the system did) most worse than the one I am on. But they know that adding Ritalin helped and did not cause adverse health affects for over a year and a half. I think their problem is that I am honest about them being dolts and rude. If the shoe fits, I always say.
Well, enough grumbling. I ought to get showered, dressed, and see if I can find a 24 hour laundromat. There is a chance I will have it to myself!
Later.
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