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I finally ordered the ticket for my mother. Neither of us are really happy with it, but the price for ordering tickets on short order skyrocket and flight times are less than the best. Still, we compromised and the thing is done. She is ready to be home and I am ready for a bit of rest. But it has been a really good visit.
It also seems as if my friend's family moved him to his new apartment yesterday. They didn't ask for my help. Perhaps, since they know I have heart issues, they didn't want to ask. Perhaps they are just family oriented. It is difficult to know. Now, I would try to help, but I don't mind having been excluded, to be honest. At least right at this time. I'm not doing well, I am tired all day and every day, I need rest which I can't find with company. My mom wants and deserves company. And I like enjoying the time together. Soon enough. But now, to cook her a few meals. Chicken on the grill, a rice based casserole, and maybe even a breakfast. Now that we are through with the rest of the house, and if she lets me sleep like I need, perhaps I can make a huge effort to give her vacation time until she goes.
I am going in to visit my friend, shortly, though. I doubt if he needs to go out. Speaking of the devil? He just called and said he doesn't want any food. Which is fine. Mom is cooking something, or might have me bring something home, so this trip in will be easy. I best get going. I sure am curious about his new place. I hope it is much better than his last apartment. Oh, his sister is setting him up with meal on wheels, too. Yeah, he should do much better there.
Have a great day.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Why extra-terrestrials?
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It bugs me as to why men of science would so fervently, if quietly, believe in UFO type aliens. It sort of all hit, if I have hit on parts of it before today. The first theory was that life came about of it's own accord, at random, on far away planet. God was, thus, deniable, since life is said to have originated here. Now, that worked for most of the low-grade scientists, and still does. But the sharper sticks in the bunch realized that the random generation of life on a planet, any planet, was beyond astronomically small to the point of impossible, so as to be an act of God. Which planet it originated on was irrelevant. Since we are dealing with the sharper sticks in the bundle, only 'virtual impossibility' is allowed these days, after the Titanic, man running a four minute mile, and the bumble bee now being allowed to fly by science, impossibility is not quite what it used to be.
In any case, with great doubts being cast on the possibility of life coming from non-life, oddly, it started seeming like, well, if the notion was passed on to some alien landscape where more was somehow possible, then it would all make sense. This takes care of some of the lesser sharp sticks in the science community. But the upper tier realized that no matter how close or far, the probability of life from non-life was just as remote. Further, no matter where you go, and how many alien civilizations or lifeforms, there would eventually be an 'origin' of life. The sharper of the 'sharper sticks' realized the notion of alien life was merely an intellectual stall in dealing with origin. So, what do they do? Of course, they develop the theory of unproven, unprovable alternate dimensions and the possibilities of breaches from whence life might be said to originate. Which, of course, and again, is a stall.
The brightest sticks in the group have to know that atheism is a fools choice. Especially the atheists among them. Either God not only exists but has created all, but most importantly life. Or something that is the equivalent of God has done so, a force, power, infinite unproven unprovable reality of infinite alternative dimensions. But what is worse, even then, it is being found that what was thought to be infinite, should it exist, is proving to be finite. Like a fish in a pond that keeps drying up without anything to fill the pond, save the last few sprinkles of hope before the drought, great thrashing occurs in that pool. The more the 'sharp stick' tools thrash, the more uncomfortable the 'duller sticks' are, as even they begin to realize the places to run are disappearing the more they work on things.
Vox is debating one of the 'duller sticks'. He seems still happily stuck on aliens. Many professors I have had also were satisfied with the 'alien theory' to, too busy or lazy to go further. Ah well. No, it just came to me and I had to chuckle as I see modern "science", once again, is driven more by an attempt to disprove God than anything else. And the farther it goes the more empty it seems and the more it undoes itself.
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It bugs me as to why men of science would so fervently, if quietly, believe in UFO type aliens. It sort of all hit, if I have hit on parts of it before today. The first theory was that life came about of it's own accord, at random, on far away planet. God was, thus, deniable, since life is said to have originated here. Now, that worked for most of the low-grade scientists, and still does. But the sharper sticks in the bunch realized that the random generation of life on a planet, any planet, was beyond astronomically small to the point of impossible, so as to be an act of God. Which planet it originated on was irrelevant. Since we are dealing with the sharper sticks in the bundle, only 'virtual impossibility' is allowed these days, after the Titanic, man running a four minute mile, and the bumble bee now being allowed to fly by science, impossibility is not quite what it used to be.
In any case, with great doubts being cast on the possibility of life coming from non-life, oddly, it started seeming like, well, if the notion was passed on to some alien landscape where more was somehow possible, then it would all make sense. This takes care of some of the lesser sharp sticks in the science community. But the upper tier realized that no matter how close or far, the probability of life from non-life was just as remote. Further, no matter where you go, and how many alien civilizations or lifeforms, there would eventually be an 'origin' of life. The sharper of the 'sharper sticks' realized the notion of alien life was merely an intellectual stall in dealing with origin. So, what do they do? Of course, they develop the theory of unproven, unprovable alternate dimensions and the possibilities of breaches from whence life might be said to originate. Which, of course, and again, is a stall.
The brightest sticks in the group have to know that atheism is a fools choice. Especially the atheists among them. Either God not only exists but has created all, but most importantly life. Or something that is the equivalent of God has done so, a force, power, infinite unproven unprovable reality of infinite alternative dimensions. But what is worse, even then, it is being found that what was thought to be infinite, should it exist, is proving to be finite. Like a fish in a pond that keeps drying up without anything to fill the pond, save the last few sprinkles of hope before the drought, great thrashing occurs in that pool. The more the 'sharp stick' tools thrash, the more uncomfortable the 'duller sticks' are, as even they begin to realize the places to run are disappearing the more they work on things.
Vox is debating one of the 'duller sticks'. He seems still happily stuck on aliens. Many professors I have had also were satisfied with the 'alien theory' to, too busy or lazy to go further. Ah well. No, it just came to me and I had to chuckle as I see modern "science", once again, is driven more by an attempt to disprove God than anything else. And the farther it goes the more empty it seems and the more it undoes itself.
Friday, September 30, 2011
Odd.
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My comments don't seem to log, or stick, on your blogs, for whatever reason. I have commented at four places, refreshed the screen and they looked to be logged in. But viewing the blogs the next day, they aren't there. Nor is there an indication that it has been deleted by author. I have changed my password but it is still occurring. At first, with the first one or two, I almost suspected I never hit send or something. So I was much more careful in posting. Yep, not showing up. Oh well. I've had this happen before, usually after punking some liberal who couldn't argue their way out of a paper bag. When you can't debate, tell the truth, or believe in what is good or right, hacking seems to be the way.
The last room is being done today. And a good thing. I am beyond worn out. As little of it as I have done, just constantly being on call has me down to the nub. I can only imagine how my mom feels! However, my home is fully set up and organized. And I shouldn't be going through a major illness again soon, other than maybe death. But that is a whole different thing. And, regardless, even in my time-relative low, I am still doing better than I have in decades. Comparatively, this is an extreme period of high functioning. While I will always have a bad case of bacheloritis, getting a leg up helps once an occasional.
My bedroom is now set up so I have some real room. The bed isn't in a niche and there is room to add a dresser or two. It seems like a simple thing to rearrange, but it wasn't. I think I will like it a great deal more this way. I guess, when I set up my bedroom, I went with what seemed like the natural way, the way the room seemed to be designed. Hmm, I also went with the head facing west, as I have had it for... as long as I can remember. As well, I didn't think the other choices would work. It turns out they do. I will have to readjust to having my head facing south when I sleep though. Yeah, a weird little thing, but...
Ugh. Tomorrow I will be helping my friend get moved in. I will be taking Gatorade, a couple of bottles at least. I am not looking forward to the move but I will do what I can. If I have to take it slow, so be it. I figure an extra set of hands that helps with ten or twelve loads would be worth it. And someone who can help lift a couch or dresser or table into the right place would be handy. At least I am not to the point where I am completely unhelpful.
As I have been working on drinking a bit more fluid I have been, again, losing weight. If I don't drink enough my body begins to collect water, rather than expel it, the medicines be damned. Drinking too much might be a problem, but on these level of water pills, I am not sure I can drink enough to end up drinking too much. Weird as it sounds, I think that is the way it is. It's a catch 22 that makes the medicine, in this regard, only work when I drink far more than the doctors recommend, but not too much, all of which is guesswork. I think three to five twenty four ounce glasses of stuff a day, plus a sixteen ounce glass of milk with a couple meals, just about does it. If I don't drink enough, not only do I gain water weight, my kidneys start to fail, as I quit expelling at all. Weird but true.
Bah, blathering again. Later.
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My comments don't seem to log, or stick, on your blogs, for whatever reason. I have commented at four places, refreshed the screen and they looked to be logged in. But viewing the blogs the next day, they aren't there. Nor is there an indication that it has been deleted by author. I have changed my password but it is still occurring. At first, with the first one or two, I almost suspected I never hit send or something. So I was much more careful in posting. Yep, not showing up. Oh well. I've had this happen before, usually after punking some liberal who couldn't argue their way out of a paper bag. When you can't debate, tell the truth, or believe in what is good or right, hacking seems to be the way.
The last room is being done today. And a good thing. I am beyond worn out. As little of it as I have done, just constantly being on call has me down to the nub. I can only imagine how my mom feels! However, my home is fully set up and organized. And I shouldn't be going through a major illness again soon, other than maybe death. But that is a whole different thing. And, regardless, even in my time-relative low, I am still doing better than I have in decades. Comparatively, this is an extreme period of high functioning. While I will always have a bad case of bacheloritis, getting a leg up helps once an occasional.
My bedroom is now set up so I have some real room. The bed isn't in a niche and there is room to add a dresser or two. It seems like a simple thing to rearrange, but it wasn't. I think I will like it a great deal more this way. I guess, when I set up my bedroom, I went with what seemed like the natural way, the way the room seemed to be designed. Hmm, I also went with the head facing west, as I have had it for... as long as I can remember. As well, I didn't think the other choices would work. It turns out they do. I will have to readjust to having my head facing south when I sleep though. Yeah, a weird little thing, but...
Ugh. Tomorrow I will be helping my friend get moved in. I will be taking Gatorade, a couple of bottles at least. I am not looking forward to the move but I will do what I can. If I have to take it slow, so be it. I figure an extra set of hands that helps with ten or twelve loads would be worth it. And someone who can help lift a couch or dresser or table into the right place would be handy. At least I am not to the point where I am completely unhelpful.
As I have been working on drinking a bit more fluid I have been, again, losing weight. If I don't drink enough my body begins to collect water, rather than expel it, the medicines be damned. Drinking too much might be a problem, but on these level of water pills, I am not sure I can drink enough to end up drinking too much. Weird as it sounds, I think that is the way it is. It's a catch 22 that makes the medicine, in this regard, only work when I drink far more than the doctors recommend, but not too much, all of which is guesswork. I think three to five twenty four ounce glasses of stuff a day, plus a sixteen ounce glass of milk with a couple meals, just about does it. If I don't drink enough, not only do I gain water weight, my kidneys start to fail, as I quit expelling at all. Weird but true.
Bah, blathering again. Later.
Thursday, September 29, 2011
I liked this.
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I am almost guilty of it but I am learning. How do you get edumacation (re-education) out of your mind once it is in there? I'm not too much into calling people hicks, however. Or, not 'usually' in the bad way. A hick, for the most part, to me, is a non-specific non-militarized marine. And that isn't too bad at all, mostly. Here it is. Stolen from ArchAngel.
Becoming a hick is no small task. But I am working on it.
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I am almost guilty of it but I am learning. How do you get edumacation (re-education) out of your mind once it is in there? I'm not too much into calling people hicks, however. Or, not 'usually' in the bad way. A hick, for the most part, to me, is a non-specific non-militarized marine. And that isn't too bad at all, mostly. Here it is. Stolen from ArchAngel.
You live in a city. You don't know how to change a tire or oil. You don't know how to build a fire. You can't communicate without a cell phone. You can't fix your plumbing. You can't set up your own wifi. You're untrained in basic economics, chemistry, physics and history. You can't prepare food without packages, and aren't even aware that food has to be processed from root or bone before that. You only know and get paid for one very specialized task.
Yet you call me a "hick."
Becoming a hick is no small task. But I am working on it.
Some morning thoughts.
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I know, I even accuse myself of being a braggart and making plans from the ground on up to the stars. Reality sometimes intrudes in the way of health, or as I am working through something so that sheer complexity or levels of complexity and various little jobs involved become too much and I back down. Still, sometimes I make it through. While I didn't make it through engineering, I did make it through the math part and took a masters (actually ph.d) level course to top it off. Not bad, really, for someone in my condition. It seems this is not only a normal trait, there seems to be a reason for it.
While the cookie crumbles, people are weeping the big tears, bitterly longing for a time long past and a world that was never possible. On the good side, divorces are down, people are actually paying attention of politicians and what they are doing (if many of them still don't get it), and cocaine overdoses in at least one city are down. My guess is as the fabled city of gold fails at least some of the things which allowed this nation to become great might reemerge. And as people become more used to humbler means, they might be forced to see why that isn't all bad. Their is a very possible silver lining in that dark unavoidable cloud.
When I mock some preppers, it is for a reason. I must say, however, some of what is offered for in advice is similar. Either prepping is aimed at the foolishly wealthy (and to a degree, it is in many cases), or some people just go foolishly overboard (which also happens). Beans and bullets is as far as I have gotten, and only gotten into. I haven't completed either, if finishing those will simply be a matter of money and time. It is just that I become highly irritated at some of the suggestions because they are so far out there. Now, I have never specifically had this recommended. Probably because I haven't looked hard enough. It epitomizes my disgust with the extremes of the notion of prepping. And, when I saw it, I had to laugh, long and hard. A picture truly can say a thousand words, and more.
Yesterday was a brutal day. The temps climbed into the 90s again, after weeks of being in the low 80s, and I missed my night pills so doubled down yesterday morning. Foolish, I know, to a degree. But I am hellbent on taking my dosages in prep for even a higher dose of things. I want to get the three month at max dose started so I can see if it worked so I can begin cutting the dosage. And, pretty much, that dosage will be what I am working up to. That is going to be brutal.
I have some things to do. Be well.
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I know, I even accuse myself of being a braggart and making plans from the ground on up to the stars. Reality sometimes intrudes in the way of health, or as I am working through something so that sheer complexity or levels of complexity and various little jobs involved become too much and I back down. Still, sometimes I make it through. While I didn't make it through engineering, I did make it through the math part and took a masters (actually ph.d) level course to top it off. Not bad, really, for someone in my condition. It seems this is not only a normal trait, there seems to be a reason for it.
While the cookie crumbles, people are weeping the big tears, bitterly longing for a time long past and a world that was never possible. On the good side, divorces are down, people are actually paying attention of politicians and what they are doing (if many of them still don't get it), and cocaine overdoses in at least one city are down. My guess is as the fabled city of gold fails at least some of the things which allowed this nation to become great might reemerge. And as people become more used to humbler means, they might be forced to see why that isn't all bad. Their is a very possible silver lining in that dark unavoidable cloud.
When I mock some preppers, it is for a reason. I must say, however, some of what is offered for in advice is similar. Either prepping is aimed at the foolishly wealthy (and to a degree, it is in many cases), or some people just go foolishly overboard (which also happens). Beans and bullets is as far as I have gotten, and only gotten into. I haven't completed either, if finishing those will simply be a matter of money and time. It is just that I become highly irritated at some of the suggestions because they are so far out there. Now, I have never specifically had this recommended. Probably because I haven't looked hard enough. It epitomizes my disgust with the extremes of the notion of prepping. And, when I saw it, I had to laugh, long and hard. A picture truly can say a thousand words, and more.
Yesterday was a brutal day. The temps climbed into the 90s again, after weeks of being in the low 80s, and I missed my night pills so doubled down yesterday morning. Foolish, I know, to a degree. But I am hellbent on taking my dosages in prep for even a higher dose of things. I want to get the three month at max dose started so I can see if it worked so I can begin cutting the dosage. And, pretty much, that dosage will be what I am working up to. That is going to be brutal.
I have some things to do. Be well.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
Heh!
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Oh, a couple of things tickle my feathers. Today I have decided not to drive to SLC. I will do the blood test when I take my mother back. Beside not being able to afford the trip I am simply done. Which is good, because my mother wanted some small things done that I was able to help with. Moving the refrigerator, then tipping it so she could level it, for me, is a small thing. Of course, being as mechanical minded as she is, I didn't let it down until I reminded her to remove her fingers. Girl types take pain personally, even when they suggest that dropping the fridge now would be a good idea, so I watch them carefully anymore. Heh. So long as I don't have to move or tip things all day, I have plenty of strength, very little stamina. And I suspect she will have me wipe the cupboards on the high side. The lowside kills me but the highside is easy.
Something I have noticed is that bloggers use other people's stuff. Which is all fine and is truly dandy. I am noticing some of my unique stuff going up, ideas borrowed a little too close to be 'like minded' situations. But it is done weeks or even months after, not days or even moments in some cases. My guess is that I am too "hot" politically to emulate directly, so time is waited so any connection would be lost or deniable. And, yes, I am sure. It makes me feel much better. Especially when the soft on liberalism et. al. sites are beginning to lean more my way. Just... enjoying the little things. Heh.
Oh, my mother found some pictures to put up. One of them is an actual oil. We got them for a bargain, too. Nothing fancy, and I did have to say "No!" to a few things (one of which she ignored me on, but it is going into the "girls room" (extra bathroom) so I can "not see" it and thus not be bothered by it, plus I have the deniability of a.) not seeing it and b.) saying my mother must have done that!). One is a cowboy oil, put up in the living room. Small, but original and nice. The other is a really very well framed and mounted squirrel on a big branch with an acorn, for the computer room, a print from a watercolor I think. I like the fuzzy rats, I do. My home is almost looking more like someone lives here! No nick-nacks however. I sort of put my foot down on that. If I do something along those lines, I will get a book stand and open my big bible or another respectable tome on it. Perhaps I will change the particular book with the season, perhaps even the page it is on say for Christmas and Easter, or some particular science book opened to particulars of math or science based on the particular season. The other thing I would like to do is set out my fountain pen and ink collection. I have a decent slanted case for the pens already, so it wouldn't take much. I just have to make sure things are sturdy with the rugrats always on the prowl and hissing for some hot cat on cat action. :p Well, that is my last "Heh" for the day... so far.
Be well, enjoy your loved ones, pick on them and your pets too. Gotta have some fresh pickings from the family tree to keep you warm and ready for a return. Debt isn't always monetary or bad. Later.
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Oh, a couple of things tickle my feathers. Today I have decided not to drive to SLC. I will do the blood test when I take my mother back. Beside not being able to afford the trip I am simply done. Which is good, because my mother wanted some small things done that I was able to help with. Moving the refrigerator, then tipping it so she could level it, for me, is a small thing. Of course, being as mechanical minded as she is, I didn't let it down until I reminded her to remove her fingers. Girl types take pain personally, even when they suggest that dropping the fridge now would be a good idea, so I watch them carefully anymore. Heh. So long as I don't have to move or tip things all day, I have plenty of strength, very little stamina. And I suspect she will have me wipe the cupboards on the high side. The lowside kills me but the highside is easy.
Something I have noticed is that bloggers use other people's stuff. Which is all fine and is truly dandy. I am noticing some of my unique stuff going up, ideas borrowed a little too close to be 'like minded' situations. But it is done weeks or even months after, not days or even moments in some cases. My guess is that I am too "hot" politically to emulate directly, so time is waited so any connection would be lost or deniable. And, yes, I am sure. It makes me feel much better. Especially when the soft on liberalism et. al. sites are beginning to lean more my way. Just... enjoying the little things. Heh.
Oh, my mother found some pictures to put up. One of them is an actual oil. We got them for a bargain, too. Nothing fancy, and I did have to say "No!" to a few things (one of which she ignored me on, but it is going into the "girls room" (extra bathroom) so I can "not see" it and thus not be bothered by it, plus I have the deniability of a.) not seeing it and b.) saying my mother must have done that!). One is a cowboy oil, put up in the living room. Small, but original and nice. The other is a really very well framed and mounted squirrel on a big branch with an acorn, for the computer room, a print from a watercolor I think. I like the fuzzy rats, I do. My home is almost looking more like someone lives here! No nick-nacks however. I sort of put my foot down on that. If I do something along those lines, I will get a book stand and open my big bible or another respectable tome on it. Perhaps I will change the particular book with the season, perhaps even the page it is on say for Christmas and Easter, or some particular science book opened to particulars of math or science based on the particular season. The other thing I would like to do is set out my fountain pen and ink collection. I have a decent slanted case for the pens already, so it wouldn't take much. I just have to make sure things are sturdy with the rugrats always on the prowl and hissing for some hot cat on cat action. :p Well, that is my last "Heh" for the day... so far.
Be well, enjoy your loved ones, pick on them and your pets too. Gotta have some fresh pickings from the family tree to keep you warm and ready for a return. Debt isn't always monetary or bad. Later.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
I think my mother IS wearing out.
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I'm wearing her down with my sheer exhaustion! Well, something like that. Okay, not really, but I need to feel like I am doing Something. On the good side, she is finally feeling better. She was quite sick when she showed up. I would cook, but by the time I am up to it, it is done. Same with dishes. I never, when I do keep up on dishes, wash them right after eating. And, I usually eat later, or a bunch of tiny meals. She just does things before I would get to them. I will make her a nice meal before she goes home AND do the dishes. I have been setting the coffee pot up for her for the mornings. I did take her in to the phone store and got her a new phone and had them fix her message system.
Tomorrow I will be driving for a blood test. It seems my kidneys, liver, or something were not reading well. I probably haven't been drinking as much with my mother here. It takes me a while to realize I need to drink something and she sort of breaks up my "concentration". No, she doesn't mean to. It's just that too much going on and a few out of context requests confuses my humble system, especially in my current state. It isn't even my bad, it is just the way of it. I am trying to remember to drink more anyway.
On my way home I will be picking my friend up for dinner. He wants a ribeye so a ribeye he shall have, along with the rest of us. I think he has cleaned all of his guns. He was having problems with his .45. He took a few pieces in, with a file set I recently purchased, and should have that fixed when he returns. So he will be able to put the pieces together. He shouldn't shoot the pistol, though. Not until he gets a heavier spring. That is what the problem was. His old spring is too worn and he loves his +p's.
Hmm, just about bed time. At least I don't have to be up at 4:00, or something ridiculous. I would like to be up earlier, but I am fighting to wake up even at a reasonable hour. The medicines, I suspect, are making ten to twelve hours of sleep the newer norm. I am fighting, but with both hands tied behind my back I am getting clobbered. It is my lot.
Good night.
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I'm wearing her down with my sheer exhaustion! Well, something like that. Okay, not really, but I need to feel like I am doing Something. On the good side, she is finally feeling better. She was quite sick when she showed up. I would cook, but by the time I am up to it, it is done. Same with dishes. I never, when I do keep up on dishes, wash them right after eating. And, I usually eat later, or a bunch of tiny meals. She just does things before I would get to them. I will make her a nice meal before she goes home AND do the dishes. I have been setting the coffee pot up for her for the mornings. I did take her in to the phone store and got her a new phone and had them fix her message system.
Tomorrow I will be driving for a blood test. It seems my kidneys, liver, or something were not reading well. I probably haven't been drinking as much with my mother here. It takes me a while to realize I need to drink something and she sort of breaks up my "concentration". No, she doesn't mean to. It's just that too much going on and a few out of context requests confuses my humble system, especially in my current state. It isn't even my bad, it is just the way of it. I am trying to remember to drink more anyway.
On my way home I will be picking my friend up for dinner. He wants a ribeye so a ribeye he shall have, along with the rest of us. I think he has cleaned all of his guns. He was having problems with his .45. He took a few pieces in, with a file set I recently purchased, and should have that fixed when he returns. So he will be able to put the pieces together. He shouldn't shoot the pistol, though. Not until he gets a heavier spring. That is what the problem was. His old spring is too worn and he loves his +p's.
Hmm, just about bed time. At least I don't have to be up at 4:00, or something ridiculous. I would like to be up earlier, but I am fighting to wake up even at a reasonable hour. The medicines, I suspect, are making ten to twelve hours of sleep the newer norm. I am fighting, but with both hands tied behind my back I am getting clobbered. It is my lot.
Good night.
Busy, busy, confused.
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There for a bit I could not sign in. It seemed as if my blog had been removed. I couldn't link to it or sign in. After I reread the page that showed up when I tried to go to this blog, it seems they indicated something hinky was going on at my blog, and they needed my phone, to text a message with a code to allow me access. None of that makes any sense, because anyone could have seen that page for all I know. I hated doing that because I don't trust Google, at all. I don't want such a "liberal" organization having my phone number. Not only will they pass it out, they can gain information from it. I did get back online, however, by putting it in. Now, to see what kind of trouble THAT will cause.
Today my mother and myself are plotting a day of shopping. Foods, perhaps a door or three, paint and a shorter grab-bar, and... other stuff. I will also be looking for another dresser. I have no real hopes, as we will be looking at some second-hand stores and, yes, I am extremely picky. Most modern furniture, new, from the "furniture stores" will not due. Junk, that is what most of it is. So I highly doubt I will find that. Not that I demand gold standard, I just expect real standards in construction. Still, you don't know unless you look I suppose. I probably need two more dressers. It isn't that I have a lot of clothes, though I do have a decent lot, but more my clothes take up a huge volume. Wide and tall, one might make a sail out of one of my jackets or shirts, on a smaller skiff or such.
I teased my mother about having gained me fifteen pounds with her food. Actually it has only been five. My weight, though, is up to 290. Oddly, my water weight is probably a bit low. I have to think that going from fairly active to even with her here relatively incapable of activity, for the weight gain. I WANT to be active. I just... can't... move... I can't focus, remember, or such. Medicines, I am almost sure. But since they are doing the job, as I said, I took it back up to where they want it. And, I may be taking it higher. I hate this. I hate it worse that the doctors keep saying these meds couldn't do this. I know they do, though. I might have to shave it close to nothingness and just hope it works. I will only give them three months, at that level, though. With a time limit on it, I might be able to limp through. At that point I will expect them to retest my heart and see if letting off the pressure has allowed it to heal. Either way, that will end the experiment and I will go back to a much lighter load of medicine. Oh, but they are right about one thing. Lowering medicine levels, even slowly, is almost as bad as doing anything else. If access to them ever fails completely, I might be in serious trouble if I lost access to refills. I don't like driving this close to even proverbial cliffs. :p
Well, I best get ready. A shower, maybe a shave, and I will do the best I can. I may let my mother drive, to start the thing off. Then take over when we get to town, and trade back for the ride home. I am running on empty but I will do what I can. She's a great gal and a wonderful mom these days. It's been good to know her, tweaky and feminine as she is. I guess that is the way of women. Nothing I didn't know from second or third grade. It just turns out they are more interesting, as a group, then I thought at the time. It's still, somehow, a God trick. Like those optical illusions, men never know, precisely, what we are dealing with regarding any one particular woman. Something a friend reminded me... Men of honor are one in a hundred. Women of honor aren't to be found among ten thousand. Oh, disagree with me, fine. But take care when denying the words of a man gifted by God with wisdom... King Solomon. Of course, that he had thousands of women must mean that... there are some reasons to like women? Heh! Wisdom indeed. Must have gone half insane with it.
Well, on to a bit of grooming and then the road.
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There for a bit I could not sign in. It seemed as if my blog had been removed. I couldn't link to it or sign in. After I reread the page that showed up when I tried to go to this blog, it seems they indicated something hinky was going on at my blog, and they needed my phone, to text a message with a code to allow me access. None of that makes any sense, because anyone could have seen that page for all I know. I hated doing that because I don't trust Google, at all. I don't want such a "liberal" organization having my phone number. Not only will they pass it out, they can gain information from it. I did get back online, however, by putting it in. Now, to see what kind of trouble THAT will cause.
Today my mother and myself are plotting a day of shopping. Foods, perhaps a door or three, paint and a shorter grab-bar, and... other stuff. I will also be looking for another dresser. I have no real hopes, as we will be looking at some second-hand stores and, yes, I am extremely picky. Most modern furniture, new, from the "furniture stores" will not due. Junk, that is what most of it is. So I highly doubt I will find that. Not that I demand gold standard, I just expect real standards in construction. Still, you don't know unless you look I suppose. I probably need two more dressers. It isn't that I have a lot of clothes, though I do have a decent lot, but more my clothes take up a huge volume. Wide and tall, one might make a sail out of one of my jackets or shirts, on a smaller skiff or such.
I teased my mother about having gained me fifteen pounds with her food. Actually it has only been five. My weight, though, is up to 290. Oddly, my water weight is probably a bit low. I have to think that going from fairly active to even with her here relatively incapable of activity, for the weight gain. I WANT to be active. I just... can't... move... I can't focus, remember, or such. Medicines, I am almost sure. But since they are doing the job, as I said, I took it back up to where they want it. And, I may be taking it higher. I hate this. I hate it worse that the doctors keep saying these meds couldn't do this. I know they do, though. I might have to shave it close to nothingness and just hope it works. I will only give them three months, at that level, though. With a time limit on it, I might be able to limp through. At that point I will expect them to retest my heart and see if letting off the pressure has allowed it to heal. Either way, that will end the experiment and I will go back to a much lighter load of medicine. Oh, but they are right about one thing. Lowering medicine levels, even slowly, is almost as bad as doing anything else. If access to them ever fails completely, I might be in serious trouble if I lost access to refills. I don't like driving this close to even proverbial cliffs. :p
Well, I best get ready. A shower, maybe a shave, and I will do the best I can. I may let my mother drive, to start the thing off. Then take over when we get to town, and trade back for the ride home. I am running on empty but I will do what I can. She's a great gal and a wonderful mom these days. It's been good to know her, tweaky and feminine as she is. I guess that is the way of women. Nothing I didn't know from second or third grade. It just turns out they are more interesting, as a group, then I thought at the time. It's still, somehow, a God trick. Like those optical illusions, men never know, precisely, what we are dealing with regarding any one particular woman. Something a friend reminded me... Men of honor are one in a hundred. Women of honor aren't to be found among ten thousand. Oh, disagree with me, fine. But take care when denying the words of a man gifted by God with wisdom... King Solomon. Of course, that he had thousands of women must mean that... there are some reasons to like women? Heh! Wisdom indeed. Must have gone half insane with it.
Well, on to a bit of grooming and then the road.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Hmm?
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I couldn't get to bed until just about 4:00. I woke at 10:00, so all is good, for now. I'm not even sure why this happened. I've been eating well, sleeping well for the most part, and I have been (comparatively) active. When I can't think of something to do, my mother finds something. And, really, I have not had any difficulty doing a task she sets for me. No hassles, no troubles, no sass. Hopefully, tonight, I will sleep earlier.
I will be looking for tickets on the first. I want to see what the prices are, probably higher as we will be doing this on shorter notice. She is quite ready to go home I do believe. She likes a break from "back there" and "all that", but just a break. Soon enough out here becomes "all that". :) I keep probing for some gift, though actually I think I found it. She talked about it when she arrived, then quickly tried to get me to forget. A rice cooker. I will have to look through some cooking supply sources I have, check some reviews, and find the one that I think is long last, but more important for her, is easy to use and makes the best rice. Ease of use, to be honest, is paramount. If it takes an engineering degree to use, she won't use it (neither would I, to be honest, if the level of complexity I can bear is a bit more, it is not by all that much). Oh, and clean-up being a snap. If it is tre$-chic$, it will be her Christmas present as well. If not, I'll have to bug her for something else she might want. Bah! It's not even that she won't say, sometimes. But I have to have my hearing, not my "uh-huh", ears on when she does mention something.
I am going to finish a bit of painting today. She also wants to paint my side garage door. My place is in good shape. I may buy foods that are easy to prepare for a while, as my ability to get to things is still hampered. While I have done well with my mother here, she has been very lenient. And, to be honest, I needed that. I have been back and forth on whether the medicine plays a roll in my recent decline. And though I know the heat was a big problem, as things have cooled off I realize that has not been the whole of it. The medicines are definitely beating me up as we are ratcheting them up. I went ahead and went back to full doses of the main one (the one I had cut). But still, that is only half of where they want it! I may simply try to bite the bullet and live on extreme margins. But I will have to let them know that the stuff might end up seeing me more or less zombified. In such a condition, taking medicine, eating, drinking right, and caring for myself will suffer hugely, perhaps to the point where it simply doesn't work at all. Their choice. I want no recrimination should that happen, we will simply have to figure things out once I figure out I have slipped over that line.
That we are on the right track is a good thing. Whether we can go far enough with it is a whole other question. If we can't, I will live on the edge of extinction until I finally simply go extinct. Yeah, it is that thin. I don't like it, but what is to do about it but to... take a few risks, whichever way I can, or must.
A bit more waking to do, then on to painting. Have a great day.
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I couldn't get to bed until just about 4:00. I woke at 10:00, so all is good, for now. I'm not even sure why this happened. I've been eating well, sleeping well for the most part, and I have been (comparatively) active. When I can't think of something to do, my mother finds something. And, really, I have not had any difficulty doing a task she sets for me. No hassles, no troubles, no sass. Hopefully, tonight, I will sleep earlier.
I will be looking for tickets on the first. I want to see what the prices are, probably higher as we will be doing this on shorter notice. She is quite ready to go home I do believe. She likes a break from "back there" and "all that", but just a break. Soon enough out here becomes "all that". :) I keep probing for some gift, though actually I think I found it. She talked about it when she arrived, then quickly tried to get me to forget. A rice cooker. I will have to look through some cooking supply sources I have, check some reviews, and find the one that I think is long last, but more important for her, is easy to use and makes the best rice. Ease of use, to be honest, is paramount. If it takes an engineering degree to use, she won't use it (neither would I, to be honest, if the level of complexity I can bear is a bit more, it is not by all that much). Oh, and clean-up being a snap. If it is tre$-chic$, it will be her Christmas present as well. If not, I'll have to bug her for something else she might want. Bah! It's not even that she won't say, sometimes. But I have to have my hearing, not my "uh-huh", ears on when she does mention something.
I am going to finish a bit of painting today. She also wants to paint my side garage door. My place is in good shape. I may buy foods that are easy to prepare for a while, as my ability to get to things is still hampered. While I have done well with my mother here, she has been very lenient. And, to be honest, I needed that. I have been back and forth on whether the medicine plays a roll in my recent decline. And though I know the heat was a big problem, as things have cooled off I realize that has not been the whole of it. The medicines are definitely beating me up as we are ratcheting them up. I went ahead and went back to full doses of the main one (the one I had cut). But still, that is only half of where they want it! I may simply try to bite the bullet and live on extreme margins. But I will have to let them know that the stuff might end up seeing me more or less zombified. In such a condition, taking medicine, eating, drinking right, and caring for myself will suffer hugely, perhaps to the point where it simply doesn't work at all. Their choice. I want no recrimination should that happen, we will simply have to figure things out once I figure out I have slipped over that line.
That we are on the right track is a good thing. Whether we can go far enough with it is a whole other question. If we can't, I will live on the edge of extinction until I finally simply go extinct. Yeah, it is that thin. I don't like it, but what is to do about it but to... take a few risks, whichever way I can, or must.
A bit more waking to do, then on to painting. Have a great day.
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Sleep does help!
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We are running a bit late. I woke at 8:30 but saw my shadow. *poof* It seems my mother woke early and needed more sleep too. Something about trips, medical procedures, doctors, and then coming back home, I suppose. She still beat me to wakefulness. I woke at, maybe, 9:30 or 10:30. She made burritos with a green chile sauce last night (mild, as she can't handle much heat anymore, indigestion you know, but quite anyway nice!). One was left, so I had that for breakfast/lunch, took my medicines, and am about to shower in case she wants to take that trip today. I should have taken the bandaging from the procedure off yesterday but... I just didn't want to. I am hoping a shower will bring the thing off easily. Then I am supposed to put a band-aid on it.
I am walking without too much of a hitch in my step today. Actually, no hitch so far. My leg is seeming better, with no weird pains in my leg. I'm still 'nervous' about pains or twitches. Like I said, death isn't terrifying, if something is, it is serious pain. In spite of having had no serious pains, knowing what they did makes me cautious. All they used was Novocain and dye, and minimal amounts of those at that. I would guess I am still rather immune to most pain. I guess what worries me is that I have never felt pain at the surgical sight, even after the Novocain wore off.
It's a beautiful day for a drive. After I get a shower I will see if we are going for a drive. Uhrm, I think I can drive today, by the way. If so, we should see if my friend still wants to go. I think my mother actually regretted asking my friend along, since she is getting ready to go home. She doesn't want to share her time. Still, it is too late. If we go, he goes. I won't renege or lie.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but my brother talked with me yesterday for the first time in... several years. Then again, the last time we talked, I looked up where he worked in Vegas, as a casino guard. And I stuck out my hand and he wouldn't shake it and had nothing to say to me. The last time we actually spoke was at his wedding, 15 years ago or more. We are such different people. My brother is... plain? I walk on clouds, live there. He not only accepts the social pecking order he accepts whatever it offers him, I abide it no more than I abide the notion of failure (never mind that I do fail, I don't like it and work against it headlong). He accepts, I demand better. Even when I would fight people who picked on him, he chose them to befriend and took the beatings as part of the pecking order and earning his way 'in'. Opposites, at best. Enemies, in any other situation but family, I suppose. I don't abide. He belongs, I am my own. Each has it's place. And, yeah, I write things in my way, because I believe in my way. This will be a difficult thing, even now, more so perhaps. And yet, I am grateful to be talking. I just understand I have to watch things with him. He doesn't understand my side, or even what it is or means to me. He only knows his side. He doesn't understand debate, either. He takes it personally. Ugh... But, so be it.
Well, time for a shower and getting dressed and ready. Lots of good things going on. Gotta keep it going. Be well.
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We are running a bit late. I woke at 8:30 but saw my shadow. *poof* It seems my mother woke early and needed more sleep too. Something about trips, medical procedures, doctors, and then coming back home, I suppose. She still beat me to wakefulness. I woke at, maybe, 9:30 or 10:30. She made burritos with a green chile sauce last night (mild, as she can't handle much heat anymore, indigestion you know, but quite anyway nice!). One was left, so I had that for breakfast/lunch, took my medicines, and am about to shower in case she wants to take that trip today. I should have taken the bandaging from the procedure off yesterday but... I just didn't want to. I am hoping a shower will bring the thing off easily. Then I am supposed to put a band-aid on it.
I am walking without too much of a hitch in my step today. Actually, no hitch so far. My leg is seeming better, with no weird pains in my leg. I'm still 'nervous' about pains or twitches. Like I said, death isn't terrifying, if something is, it is serious pain. In spite of having had no serious pains, knowing what they did makes me cautious. All they used was Novocain and dye, and minimal amounts of those at that. I would guess I am still rather immune to most pain. I guess what worries me is that I have never felt pain at the surgical sight, even after the Novocain wore off.
It's a beautiful day for a drive. After I get a shower I will see if we are going for a drive. Uhrm, I think I can drive today, by the way. If so, we should see if my friend still wants to go. I think my mother actually regretted asking my friend along, since she is getting ready to go home. She doesn't want to share her time. Still, it is too late. If we go, he goes. I won't renege or lie.
I don't know if I mentioned it, but my brother talked with me yesterday for the first time in... several years. Then again, the last time we talked, I looked up where he worked in Vegas, as a casino guard. And I stuck out my hand and he wouldn't shake it and had nothing to say to me. The last time we actually spoke was at his wedding, 15 years ago or more. We are such different people. My brother is... plain? I walk on clouds, live there. He not only accepts the social pecking order he accepts whatever it offers him, I abide it no more than I abide the notion of failure (never mind that I do fail, I don't like it and work against it headlong). He accepts, I demand better. Even when I would fight people who picked on him, he chose them to befriend and took the beatings as part of the pecking order and earning his way 'in'. Opposites, at best. Enemies, in any other situation but family, I suppose. I don't abide. He belongs, I am my own. Each has it's place. And, yeah, I write things in my way, because I believe in my way. This will be a difficult thing, even now, more so perhaps. And yet, I am grateful to be talking. I just understand I have to watch things with him. He doesn't understand my side, or even what it is or means to me. He only knows his side. He doesn't understand debate, either. He takes it personally. Ugh... But, so be it.
Well, time for a shower and getting dressed and ready. Lots of good things going on. Gotta keep it going. Be well.
Saturday, September 24, 2011
Definitely not clogged arteries.
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The doc said my arteries are as clear as could be wildly hoped for them to be. They also did a vascular survey and it seems that my heart 'electronics' are exactly where they should be, which means the medicine is actually working, according to him. The procedure, so far, has been a non-event. Oh, sure, there were and remain some odd tickles, pains, and stiffness. Without shoes and socks, my right foot feels like someone took the ball part of a ballpean hammer, and while I was chilled to the bone, smacked it good and hard. From the bottom of my foot into odd parts of my lower leg, it feels, I suppose I could say, as if something shivered me timber.
Oh, and while I was there, I had a nurse who was being a stickler to detail. I found out that I am not 6'4", or 6'3,3/4", or even 6'3,1/2". I am actually... 6'5" and maybe a half or a quarter more. She couldn't quite reach for that last bit and it was right on the edge of being the max. Because my weight is fluctuating, both with eating more with my mother cooking, doing less as I am still a little weak, and water weight oddities, I can't quite say I am below 30% bmi. What I can say is, for once, getting on the scales might actually have helped in that score, for what it is worth. I honestly didn't realize that I was 6'5", plus. Odd. Then again, most people are very lazy. Rather than bringing a chair over to get it right, they just slop measure me.
I'm still walking a little funny. I am worn out. All the good news was nice though. I suppose it was worth it. I think my mother enjoyed getting away, but hospitals are hospitals, as far as that goes. When it isn't terrifying it is boring. She made due with reading materials and such. The hotel was okay, safe and clean, and with a decent city scape scene.
We stopped at one of the many fresh fruit and vegetable markets on the way home. Peaches, fresh local grown, and ready! She bought a few more things for salsa and this and that. All good. I think I am about to crawl into my pajamas, because they are easier to deal with. I'll just put on a pair of socks and hope that tends the foot a bit. And, I think, that is about it for me for a bit. If she wants to go somewhere tomorrow, she will probably have to drive unless I feel a lot better tomorrow. I do love to drive though, so we will see.
Later or possibly good night.
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The doc said my arteries are as clear as could be wildly hoped for them to be. They also did a vascular survey and it seems that my heart 'electronics' are exactly where they should be, which means the medicine is actually working, according to him. The procedure, so far, has been a non-event. Oh, sure, there were and remain some odd tickles, pains, and stiffness. Without shoes and socks, my right foot feels like someone took the ball part of a ballpean hammer, and while I was chilled to the bone, smacked it good and hard. From the bottom of my foot into odd parts of my lower leg, it feels, I suppose I could say, as if something shivered me timber.
Oh, and while I was there, I had a nurse who was being a stickler to detail. I found out that I am not 6'4", or 6'3,3/4", or even 6'3,1/2". I am actually... 6'5" and maybe a half or a quarter more. She couldn't quite reach for that last bit and it was right on the edge of being the max. Because my weight is fluctuating, both with eating more with my mother cooking, doing less as I am still a little weak, and water weight oddities, I can't quite say I am below 30% bmi. What I can say is, for once, getting on the scales might actually have helped in that score, for what it is worth. I honestly didn't realize that I was 6'5", plus. Odd. Then again, most people are very lazy. Rather than bringing a chair over to get it right, they just slop measure me.
I'm still walking a little funny. I am worn out. All the good news was nice though. I suppose it was worth it. I think my mother enjoyed getting away, but hospitals are hospitals, as far as that goes. When it isn't terrifying it is boring. She made due with reading materials and such. The hotel was okay, safe and clean, and with a decent city scape scene.
We stopped at one of the many fresh fruit and vegetable markets on the way home. Peaches, fresh local grown, and ready! She bought a few more things for salsa and this and that. All good. I think I am about to crawl into my pajamas, because they are easier to deal with. I'll just put on a pair of socks and hope that tends the foot a bit. And, I think, that is about it for me for a bit. If she wants to go somewhere tomorrow, she will probably have to drive unless I feel a lot better tomorrow. I do love to drive though, so we will see.
Later or possibly good night.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Well, tomorrow is the day.
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I'll be out of town for a bit. The prognosis is good though. The chance of a serious problem during the angiography, angioplasty, or adding a stint or several, is in the 1% to 2% range. Even given my luck I should be fine. And, my mother can't say a thing about me 'taking it easy'! Heh. No, she is fine, she is just a busy woman and loves having a little company sometimes. And I like to help, I don't get the chance often, being mostly useless to most of the rest of the world.
I did get information regarding the clinic appointments, but I didn't receive any other information, so I called and called and called. After about an hour, I made contact with someone who knows about the procedure. I have to be there an hour early to get blood work, I need to fast from midnight on (hopefully I will sleep through that, ack!), but I am unsure if I was supposed to take the medicine in the morning or not. Some definitely not, but all of it? I am not doing well today, so attention span is weak. But talking to someone with English as a second language doesn't help. Ah well. I also signed up for online information with the V.A. After I check in and sign up personally, I can then check and order medicine, by name, online, check and change appointments if needed, have direct contact with my clinics and doctors, and some other gunk. Looks good to me.
My mother wanted to ask me something today. I was a bit nervous about it, because when she says she wants to talk, it usually means someone died, or something really bad, otherwise she just says it, usually. So, after I got up and seemed more awake, she asked if I would allow my brother to contact me. Oh, I know. I said I wouldn't consider it. I said it was his fault and I had tried, many times, to horrific rejection. He is taking the blame for it, too. Oh well. I can't refuse, and wouldn't if I could (which, actually, I could, I just won't). But I just don't want it starting about blame or the past or apologies. Just start off with where we are today and what we are planning for tomorrow, as if nothing happened, at the very least for now. If in time he wants to talk about the past, perhaps. But not now. That is the only non-negotiable.
I best get ready. Something like three sets of unders, socks shorts and at least one t-shirt, two pair of jeans, three shirts, and personal kit. I probably won't take soap or shampoo and conditioner. We will be in a decent hotel, not a spooky motel, so I can assume a bit. Hmm, a shower first though. Hmm, I best take a book or two as well. They probably won't let me move much and I might not feel like it.
Have a good weekend. :)
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I'll be out of town for a bit. The prognosis is good though. The chance of a serious problem during the angiography, angioplasty, or adding a stint or several, is in the 1% to 2% range. Even given my luck I should be fine. And, my mother can't say a thing about me 'taking it easy'! Heh. No, she is fine, she is just a busy woman and loves having a little company sometimes. And I like to help, I don't get the chance often, being mostly useless to most of the rest of the world.
I did get information regarding the clinic appointments, but I didn't receive any other information, so I called and called and called. After about an hour, I made contact with someone who knows about the procedure. I have to be there an hour early to get blood work, I need to fast from midnight on (hopefully I will sleep through that, ack!), but I am unsure if I was supposed to take the medicine in the morning or not. Some definitely not, but all of it? I am not doing well today, so attention span is weak. But talking to someone with English as a second language doesn't help. Ah well. I also signed up for online information with the V.A. After I check in and sign up personally, I can then check and order medicine, by name, online, check and change appointments if needed, have direct contact with my clinics and doctors, and some other gunk. Looks good to me.
My mother wanted to ask me something today. I was a bit nervous about it, because when she says she wants to talk, it usually means someone died, or something really bad, otherwise she just says it, usually. So, after I got up and seemed more awake, she asked if I would allow my brother to contact me. Oh, I know. I said I wouldn't consider it. I said it was his fault and I had tried, many times, to horrific rejection. He is taking the blame for it, too. Oh well. I can't refuse, and wouldn't if I could (which, actually, I could, I just won't). But I just don't want it starting about blame or the past or apologies. Just start off with where we are today and what we are planning for tomorrow, as if nothing happened, at the very least for now. If in time he wants to talk about the past, perhaps. But not now. That is the only non-negotiable.
I best get ready. Something like three sets of unders, socks shorts and at least one t-shirt, two pair of jeans, three shirts, and personal kit. I probably won't take soap or shampoo and conditioner. We will be in a decent hotel, not a spooky motel, so I can assume a bit. Hmm, a shower first though. Hmm, I best take a book or two as well. They probably won't let me move much and I might not feel like it.
Have a good weekend. :)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Dinner, gun cleaning, and done.
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I was able to shop solo for my mother. I bought a grip bar for the shower, and hope to have it installed tomorrow. Depending on if she likes it. I may need to get a shorter one. I stopped at Home Depot for the bar, tape, and some razor scrapers. Then I made it to the store and picked up everything but a fly swatter, but because it wasn't available and I was 'done'. I made it home, helped unpack (why she won't let me do what I can I will never know). She made a bit of food for me, a delicious egg, fried potato, and salsa burrito.
We did a few things, but it came time to pick up my friend for dinner. He was a bit miffed, as he had hoped (without telling me) that I would pick him up closer to 13:00 (it was well after 16:00, nearly 17:00 when I arrived). I had no notion that he would be free until 15:00 at the earliest. But a fried chicken, fresh corn, mashed potatoes and gravy, with a glass of milk soothed his savage beast right down.
We then cleaned guns. I did my .45 and .22 Henry, he did his .45 and his .357. My mother indicated that I will not be going shooting this weekend. With my condition being weakened by the procedure, at best, she thinks Sunday would be a better day to drive around and look over the other side of the mountains to my west. It's a single mountain chain that leads down into another valley. Though I don't think there is another set of mountains for some distance beyond them. It is a nice ride though, I like it, though I had nothing to do with her choice. She just... wants to see the other side. That is, if everything goes well Friday.
As well, I plan to have him back Wednesday again, to clean the rest of our guns. Hey, after such a meal, it is difficult to do much or to do it quickly. Plus, he will get another meal on the house. I may ask my mother if she wishes for me to cook it. No, really. I am thinking roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy (all of us love that), and something something else. She may choose to cook, she likes to cook. I am just wanting to offer her a break if she wants it. Women are crazy, even if she says yes, or no, she will probably change her mind on the way and end up doing it no matter what she ever says. Ah well, I do try, sort of. :p
Have a good night. I think I shall rant no more on this fine night. Sleep and such should suffice to find me less foul, should I have been so today. Good night once more.
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I was able to shop solo for my mother. I bought a grip bar for the shower, and hope to have it installed tomorrow. Depending on if she likes it. I may need to get a shorter one. I stopped at Home Depot for the bar, tape, and some razor scrapers. Then I made it to the store and picked up everything but a fly swatter, but because it wasn't available and I was 'done'. I made it home, helped unpack (why she won't let me do what I can I will never know). She made a bit of food for me, a delicious egg, fried potato, and salsa burrito.
We did a few things, but it came time to pick up my friend for dinner. He was a bit miffed, as he had hoped (without telling me) that I would pick him up closer to 13:00 (it was well after 16:00, nearly 17:00 when I arrived). I had no notion that he would be free until 15:00 at the earliest. But a fried chicken, fresh corn, mashed potatoes and gravy, with a glass of milk soothed his savage beast right down.
We then cleaned guns. I did my .45 and .22 Henry, he did his .45 and his .357. My mother indicated that I will not be going shooting this weekend. With my condition being weakened by the procedure, at best, she thinks Sunday would be a better day to drive around and look over the other side of the mountains to my west. It's a single mountain chain that leads down into another valley. Though I don't think there is another set of mountains for some distance beyond them. It is a nice ride though, I like it, though I had nothing to do with her choice. She just... wants to see the other side. That is, if everything goes well Friday.
As well, I plan to have him back Wednesday again, to clean the rest of our guns. Hey, after such a meal, it is difficult to do much or to do it quickly. Plus, he will get another meal on the house. I may ask my mother if she wishes for me to cook it. No, really. I am thinking roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy (all of us love that), and something something else. She may choose to cook, she likes to cook. I am just wanting to offer her a break if she wants it. Women are crazy, even if she says yes, or no, she will probably change her mind on the way and end up doing it no matter what she ever says. Ah well, I do try, sort of. :p
Have a good night. I think I shall rant no more on this fine night. Sleep and such should suffice to find me less foul, should I have been so today. Good night once more.
Oh right.
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The problem, put simply, is that too many American men are
but want to be
realizing neither is worth being. The internet is pretty much full of these types.
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The problem, put simply, is that too many American men are
but want to be
realizing neither is worth being. The internet is pretty much full of these types.
I am not sure.
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I am not certain I am for Perry yet. To this point, probably. But I like the direction he suggests and the way he says it. We don't need another soft-on-America politician, like Romney, who seems to believe in the state over the citizen. And we don't need more politicians who have never actually, you know, done anything but run for minor offices. Nor does a businessman seem to be a wise choice. No matter how successful, business isn't politics. Much like you don't put a pro football player into world class swimming competitions, blindly based on his other accomplishments.
It is funny. I hear people complain about the feminization of the military, the queerification of the military, the immoralization of education, the islamification of America and Europe, and all the rest, and yet then turn around and despise the real solutions to the problems. Why can't we offer special rights AND not have these things? They might as well ask why we can't fly. If they have to ask, they are lost. Whatever. I don't receive responses to my comments anymore because I put it the way it is, not the way it should be, or could be in some fantasy land. And that is fine. All I am saying is if you are going to complain about it, then don't turn around and support it. You can't have it both ways. I have decided, other than on personal matters or with those few of you I usually chat with, comments are off (as much as is possible).
You can't pick one or two groups to support, but not the rest. Just like you can't pick some government glut spending and not other spending. It ends up that everyone picks too much. Special rights and glut spending has to end for America to remain free. Or, more, regain freedom. Even so, even should we do the right things, we will do so under the yoke of a huge debt. Nothing will cure that now. Best to decide whether to freely begin working to get out from under that yoke or choose to live with it and without freedom on top of it.
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I am not certain I am for Perry yet. To this point, probably. But I like the direction he suggests and the way he says it. We don't need another soft-on-America politician, like Romney, who seems to believe in the state over the citizen. And we don't need more politicians who have never actually, you know, done anything but run for minor offices. Nor does a businessman seem to be a wise choice. No matter how successful, business isn't politics. Much like you don't put a pro football player into world class swimming competitions, blindly based on his other accomplishments.
It is funny. I hear people complain about the feminization of the military, the queerification of the military, the immoralization of education, the islamification of America and Europe, and all the rest, and yet then turn around and despise the real solutions to the problems. Why can't we offer special rights AND not have these things? They might as well ask why we can't fly. If they have to ask, they are lost. Whatever. I don't receive responses to my comments anymore because I put it the way it is, not the way it should be, or could be in some fantasy land. And that is fine. All I am saying is if you are going to complain about it, then don't turn around and support it. You can't have it both ways. I have decided, other than on personal matters or with those few of you I usually chat with, comments are off (as much as is possible).
You can't pick one or two groups to support, but not the rest. Just like you can't pick some government glut spending and not other spending. It ends up that everyone picks too much. Special rights and glut spending has to end for America to remain free. Or, more, regain freedom. Even so, even should we do the right things, we will do so under the yoke of a huge debt. Nothing will cure that now. Best to decide whether to freely begin working to get out from under that yoke or choose to live with it and without freedom on top of it.
Another day.
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I worked as long as I could but ran out of steam. I took a nap shortly after that last post. I woke up every hour, but couldn't rise until three hours had passed. My mother was finished with the day by then. I asked if she wanted me to go to the store. For whatever reason she wants to go too. So that is planned for the morning. Tomorrow, when my friend is here, she will be making a really nice meal. We will be cleaning guns.
One of my neighbors brought vegetables over from his garden tonight. It is quite a nice thing to do and is greatly appreciated. I wish I could offer them something back but I have little in the way of anything to offer, but thanks. Which I do offer.
I am not sure, but even with the nap, life is a bit tough right now. I am doing little, moving slower, and tired again. I plan to go to town with my mother, shopping. I think I could do it myself, easier. But then maybe not. In times like these I "prefer" to rest and just go when I can, feel up to it a bit more. No more pushing, though. I really hit it hard the other night. If I have to I will let her drive home on the return trip, though driving isn't much of a stress.
I still haven't received information regarding the angiography. It would be nice to know how long I need to fast, whether I can drink water, and such. I haven't checked the mail in a bit. If this information isn't in the mail tomorrow, I will call and get the data.
Good night.
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I worked as long as I could but ran out of steam. I took a nap shortly after that last post. I woke up every hour, but couldn't rise until three hours had passed. My mother was finished with the day by then. I asked if she wanted me to go to the store. For whatever reason she wants to go too. So that is planned for the morning. Tomorrow, when my friend is here, she will be making a really nice meal. We will be cleaning guns.
One of my neighbors brought vegetables over from his garden tonight. It is quite a nice thing to do and is greatly appreciated. I wish I could offer them something back but I have little in the way of anything to offer, but thanks. Which I do offer.
I am not sure, but even with the nap, life is a bit tough right now. I am doing little, moving slower, and tired again. I plan to go to town with my mother, shopping. I think I could do it myself, easier. But then maybe not. In times like these I "prefer" to rest and just go when I can, feel up to it a bit more. No more pushing, though. I really hit it hard the other night. If I have to I will let her drive home on the return trip, though driving isn't much of a stress.
I still haven't received information regarding the angiography. It would be nice to know how long I need to fast, whether I can drink water, and such. I haven't checked the mail in a bit. If this information isn't in the mail tomorrow, I will call and get the data.
Good night.
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
I have been doing little things.
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Lots of them. I am about done, however. This last thing, my mother wanted me to put up a curtain rod on the back door. She thought the nails that came with the kit would be fine, but I suspected wood screws would do better. And I was right. She is good with what needs to be done, fail on how to do it. So, I got the thing up. I looked out and was just about to tell her when I thought better of it.
I looked at her, about to connect to someone on her cell phone so well and properly distracted. And with a straighter face then the best poker player and in a serious tone, I said, "It's bad, I'm going to have to take the door off to get the rod on". She looked at me, and thought, scrunching her face like she does when something isn't quite right. I then told her, nah, it's up. She then said, "Bring me a hammer". And I said, in a definite tone, "Not while you're angry"! Then I ducked in and am in hiding for a bit.
I do like being a pest. I really do. *evil grins*
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Lots of them. I am about done, however. This last thing, my mother wanted me to put up a curtain rod on the back door. She thought the nails that came with the kit would be fine, but I suspected wood screws would do better. And I was right. She is good with what needs to be done, fail on how to do it. So, I got the thing up. I looked out and was just about to tell her when I thought better of it.
I looked at her, about to connect to someone on her cell phone so well and properly distracted. And with a straighter face then the best poker player and in a serious tone, I said, "It's bad, I'm going to have to take the door off to get the rod on". She looked at me, and thought, scrunching her face like she does when something isn't quite right. I then told her, nah, it's up. She then said, "Bring me a hammer". And I said, in a definite tone, "Not while you're angry"! Then I ducked in and am in hiding for a bit.
I do like being a pest. I really do. *evil grins*
Ah, okay. I think I almost popped yesterday.
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I didn't realize it when it happened, and not until I had settled down quite a bit. But I think yesterday, during the hubbub, I came as close to a heart attack as I have ever been. I think, normally, when I get that bad, I have a set of things I can do to alter the proceedings. Slowing down, cooling down, blasting the CD player or turning it down (yes, loud helps sometimes), perhaps a nap, a number of things, depending on where I am, to change the flow of events. Even quiet inflective prayers help sometimes.
I also am beginning to think that exterior factors, such as work, stress, and such, sometimes only have a minor impact on when those things happen. Sometimes that will happen for absolutely no external reason. Because, as I think about things, I really haven't been working all that hard. Bending over a lot might be the biggest problem, regarding physical work. And heat was probably the biggest external stressor. And trying to shop with my mother, in the heat, while stressed, would have been the largest mental stress. Gah! I love her but she shops low, slow, and stops everywhere. But to be honest, she is a good shopper. She remembers lists she didn't bring and alternative fixes for things. I think I can do fine, but not so long, so hot, when so tired. Though too, sometimes this, like I said, happens for no reason at all. Getting home isn't quite what I used to believe it to be. I am having to switch from thinking it is mental to understanding it is merely because my body is telling me if I don't get home, it will fail.
A good night of sleep has helped me get things right. I couldn't get to bed until after midnight but I was up by 9:00. I think I slept well and fell asleep relatively quickly. My waking was nice too, starting at probably around 8:30 and slowly percolating to the 9:00 lift-off. My mother feels bad about it, because she just thought it was an emotional reaction. Now that she realizes it was a physical problem, it bothers her. From now on, if I have to go, I will have to ask her to drop everything and then come back in later or another day. I can often do that. Especially if all I have to do is drive or be the passenger.
I know she wants to go to the grocery store today. Morning or evening is best. She may also want to go somewhere else. My trick, today, will be to stop somewhere, or take a bottle of Gatorade with, though there are a few other tricks I have. When I shop, I can do it very fast (more so when I remember to bring my list). If she lets me shop, she will have what she wants in five minutes, rather than the thirty to forty five minutes she would take (but nothing, or almost nothing, from other lists gets bought). Boom, boom, done, and that actually makes shopping doable for me. A slow pace kills me, literally I am thinking now. I'm a hunter, not a gatherer. :)
I could be wrong about the heart attack. I don't really know the symptoms. Oh, sure, I have read them. I have also read real people reporting on it. I think it is completely individual. Perhaps pushing, too, is good. I don't know. I do know I will continue to work, though pace myself a bit better, if possible. It hit from my blindside, like a Mack truck though, yesterday. But I did most of the right things. I just couldn't go straight home. I'll figure it out. Anyway, Friday is when they will be looking at my arteries and such.
Have a great day.
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I didn't realize it when it happened, and not until I had settled down quite a bit. But I think yesterday, during the hubbub, I came as close to a heart attack as I have ever been. I think, normally, when I get that bad, I have a set of things I can do to alter the proceedings. Slowing down, cooling down, blasting the CD player or turning it down (yes, loud helps sometimes), perhaps a nap, a number of things, depending on where I am, to change the flow of events. Even quiet inflective prayers help sometimes.
I also am beginning to think that exterior factors, such as work, stress, and such, sometimes only have a minor impact on when those things happen. Sometimes that will happen for absolutely no external reason. Because, as I think about things, I really haven't been working all that hard. Bending over a lot might be the biggest problem, regarding physical work. And heat was probably the biggest external stressor. And trying to shop with my mother, in the heat, while stressed, would have been the largest mental stress. Gah! I love her but she shops low, slow, and stops everywhere. But to be honest, she is a good shopper. She remembers lists she didn't bring and alternative fixes for things. I think I can do fine, but not so long, so hot, when so tired. Though too, sometimes this, like I said, happens for no reason at all. Getting home isn't quite what I used to believe it to be. I am having to switch from thinking it is mental to understanding it is merely because my body is telling me if I don't get home, it will fail.
A good night of sleep has helped me get things right. I couldn't get to bed until after midnight but I was up by 9:00. I think I slept well and fell asleep relatively quickly. My waking was nice too, starting at probably around 8:30 and slowly percolating to the 9:00 lift-off. My mother feels bad about it, because she just thought it was an emotional reaction. Now that she realizes it was a physical problem, it bothers her. From now on, if I have to go, I will have to ask her to drop everything and then come back in later or another day. I can often do that. Especially if all I have to do is drive or be the passenger.
I know she wants to go to the grocery store today. Morning or evening is best. She may also want to go somewhere else. My trick, today, will be to stop somewhere, or take a bottle of Gatorade with, though there are a few other tricks I have. When I shop, I can do it very fast (more so when I remember to bring my list). If she lets me shop, she will have what she wants in five minutes, rather than the thirty to forty five minutes she would take (but nothing, or almost nothing, from other lists gets bought). Boom, boom, done, and that actually makes shopping doable for me. A slow pace kills me, literally I am thinking now. I'm a hunter, not a gatherer. :)
I could be wrong about the heart attack. I don't really know the symptoms. Oh, sure, I have read them. I have also read real people reporting on it. I think it is completely individual. Perhaps pushing, too, is good. I don't know. I do know I will continue to work, though pace myself a bit better, if possible. It hit from my blindside, like a Mack truck though, yesterday. But I did most of the right things. I just couldn't go straight home. I'll figure it out. Anyway, Friday is when they will be looking at my arteries and such.
Have a great day.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Too much, too hot, too long.
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I got very snappy this afternoon. A culmination of many things. It was hot. I have been active every day for too long. My mother moves very slowly, looking at this and that, with no notion to buy. And finally the fact that since we were together, I couldn't just go home. I need to do that sometimes, but could not. I barked, no biting. I also apologized. But I am nearly on bed rest for a few days. I nearly passed out in Walmart. Simply put I was done. I went to the auto to wait, after letting her know, but she still took a long time to get out of there. Trapped, overheated, dehydrated, and done for.
We got home and slowly unpacked the car. I have been chugging Gatorade, which is helping. But it might be a bit before I am able to do much again. I took it to the line then way over it. Okay, I see that there is a real line which going over takes me too far out of my element to be civil. I hadn't gotten close to it before. I have always suspected, if I didn't actually know. Now I know. Feral is where going over that line takes me. Well, that and a few other lines.
We will be going to SLC Thursday. I like the place I chose to stay. There is even a large pool, more for my mother. It is relatively close to the V.A., I know the way well and it is rather straight forward. I have to be there at 6:00, so I am hoping there will be little traffic for the drive, which in heavy traffic would take no more than fifteen to twenty minutes, and ten minutes if it is light. Why the angiography scares me? First, because of what they are actually doing. Second, that after it is done I will be in critical care for four to six hours (and that is if it all works as planned). Then that they don't want me to drive for 24 hours after the procedure. But worse, they fibbed about the severity of the thing when they talked to me about it.
But more, if they do see blockage, they may well try to open in. Since I won't allow an open heart surgery, or any surgery really, if they mess up I am dead. I simply won't allow them to open me up and cripple me for life. Period. I won't even say I am truly frightened, I just know where I am coming from and they don't understand, yet. I think they were rather flip about it, and that doesn't provide much comfort. I don't like this, not at all. But it probably does need to be done, most likely just to check something off the list as a possible culprit. The good side is if they see blockage and can clear it without killing me, I might be back on my feet sooner than later. And perhaps another medicine addition might help keep it that way. It is worth a shot, but don't pull my short hairs about the potential dangers. That's all.
I went in to make sure my mom wasn't crying about my snap. It wasn't completely at her, but she got some of the splash. Actually, it wasn't all that long of a tirade either, or deep. But it was enough. A hug, a kiss, and another apology. Just so she knows. I know how heart-breaking that anger can be. She seems good. I got her a glass of ice-water and asked if she needed anything else. Nope, just reading until she can sleep and good for the night. But she does seem "good" about it. Even around the edges. We do seem to hurt the ones we love the most. Luckily my snap was short, if deep. Ugh.
Almost time for bed. The fan is going, the Gatorade is helping, nighttime medicines are down, Sam is enjoying popos attention and Sassy is... being the nutball she likes to be. All good. Good night.
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I got very snappy this afternoon. A culmination of many things. It was hot. I have been active every day for too long. My mother moves very slowly, looking at this and that, with no notion to buy. And finally the fact that since we were together, I couldn't just go home. I need to do that sometimes, but could not. I barked, no biting. I also apologized. But I am nearly on bed rest for a few days. I nearly passed out in Walmart. Simply put I was done. I went to the auto to wait, after letting her know, but she still took a long time to get out of there. Trapped, overheated, dehydrated, and done for.
We got home and slowly unpacked the car. I have been chugging Gatorade, which is helping. But it might be a bit before I am able to do much again. I took it to the line then way over it. Okay, I see that there is a real line which going over takes me too far out of my element to be civil. I hadn't gotten close to it before. I have always suspected, if I didn't actually know. Now I know. Feral is where going over that line takes me. Well, that and a few other lines.
We will be going to SLC Thursday. I like the place I chose to stay. There is even a large pool, more for my mother. It is relatively close to the V.A., I know the way well and it is rather straight forward. I have to be there at 6:00, so I am hoping there will be little traffic for the drive, which in heavy traffic would take no more than fifteen to twenty minutes, and ten minutes if it is light. Why the angiography scares me? First, because of what they are actually doing. Second, that after it is done I will be in critical care for four to six hours (and that is if it all works as planned). Then that they don't want me to drive for 24 hours after the procedure. But worse, they fibbed about the severity of the thing when they talked to me about it.
But more, if they do see blockage, they may well try to open in. Since I won't allow an open heart surgery, or any surgery really, if they mess up I am dead. I simply won't allow them to open me up and cripple me for life. Period. I won't even say I am truly frightened, I just know where I am coming from and they don't understand, yet. I think they were rather flip about it, and that doesn't provide much comfort. I don't like this, not at all. But it probably does need to be done, most likely just to check something off the list as a possible culprit. The good side is if they see blockage and can clear it without killing me, I might be back on my feet sooner than later. And perhaps another medicine addition might help keep it that way. It is worth a shot, but don't pull my short hairs about the potential dangers. That's all.
I went in to make sure my mom wasn't crying about my snap. It wasn't completely at her, but she got some of the splash. Actually, it wasn't all that long of a tirade either, or deep. But it was enough. A hug, a kiss, and another apology. Just so she knows. I know how heart-breaking that anger can be. She seems good. I got her a glass of ice-water and asked if she needed anything else. Nope, just reading until she can sleep and good for the night. But she does seem "good" about it. Even around the edges. We do seem to hurt the ones we love the most. Luckily my snap was short, if deep. Ugh.
Almost time for bed. The fan is going, the Gatorade is helping, nighttime medicines are down, Sam is enjoying popos attention and Sassy is... being the nutball she likes to be. All good. Good night.
A deal with the devil?
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It is sometimes more difficult to wake up in the mornings when I know I have much to do. It doesn't matter what I want. This is part of why I am often slow or late, too. And yet I don't want to quit or give up, and I want to help my mom. So I made a deal. I will wake up as early as I can, and more easily, if my mother gives me two hours to... wake up. Not a request for coffee, no asking for even 'a bit of work', nothing. Talk to me, that is fine, but not about work. She has agreed. No, this is what helps me wake up to get to whatever I try to do and every day, whether I get to something or not, whether she is here or not. She has agreed. And, this first morning, she did quite well.
I set my alarm for 7:00, and since I went to bed at 23:00 or so, I thought I had a chance. But I have been doing something for too many days in a row, and every day, and a lot of stuff (given my situation, condition). I did not wake until 9:00 or 10:00, and then I came out and did my morning reading. I could see she was biting her lip, but she did great. And I finished early, so I went in and let her know I was ready. Now I know why she was biting her lip though. I hadn't gotten the trash out and she didn't know when they came to pick it up! So, that was the first thing. Then kitty litter (which was actually pretty good, but weekly is the goal). It seems Sassy "went" in the middle of the kitchen. I think she is acting up because my mother is here. Or my mother was sitting at the table and Sassy didn't think she could make it through? Something.
Three or four or five tasks have been done since then, but it was time to sit. I let her know I was going to take a break, that I had little choice. And I didn't. I turn pale, get sweaty, and begin nearly feinting when it is time to sit. Yes, boys and girls, I have real limitations. Bending over a great deal is the heaviest strain and most, if not all, jobs this morning saw me bent over a great deal. At least, on the good side, with her still sick, I am 'keeping up' to a more narrowing seeming work ethic, for a guy in domestics against a gal, and all things being equal, and... such. Yes, I filled that statement with more caveats, exceptions, and 'buts' than is probably legal in proper English grammar, but it's all true!
Oh, I made one more deal with her. I have watched her, in amazement. And, I do like having a clean house. So, given a day of rest leading up to it, I want her to help me with my bedroom. But, I don't want her to touch a thing. I want her to teach me. I want her to tell me what to do with everything, and have me do it. The same with my bathroom on another day. If she can agree to touch nothing, I will agree to have zero veto power and no (as little as possible) lip. I want to learn to see how she sees, think how she thinks. I want to keep my place up but I am well and truly lost. Oh, I will promise, when she returns, there will always be work if she really wants it (and she does). But that the gnarly stuff won't be nearly so gnarly, or she can get me to do it.
Yes, yes, but my goal is to be as self-sufficient as possible. Not just for me, though if you have ever met an older cat person that reeks of cat, you must know the fear I have. And, further, I would like to have people over to my home for a meal once in a while. I haven't had my friends over in quite some time. I don't want to become a hermit through shame. Further, should I have tasks I cannot quite do, such as rewiring, or bringing the fusebox inside, or hooking up the electric water heater, or having my home inspected for energy conservation, I need to have a reasonably clean place. Shame is powerful, regardless of the reason.
So, the deals have been made. I would like to wonder who in the party to the deal is the devil, but... Well? No doubt who that would be with even an ounce of consideration. But I am actually trying. Later.
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It is sometimes more difficult to wake up in the mornings when I know I have much to do. It doesn't matter what I want. This is part of why I am often slow or late, too. And yet I don't want to quit or give up, and I want to help my mom. So I made a deal. I will wake up as early as I can, and more easily, if my mother gives me two hours to... wake up. Not a request for coffee, no asking for even 'a bit of work', nothing. Talk to me, that is fine, but not about work. She has agreed. No, this is what helps me wake up to get to whatever I try to do and every day, whether I get to something or not, whether she is here or not. She has agreed. And, this first morning, she did quite well.
I set my alarm for 7:00, and since I went to bed at 23:00 or so, I thought I had a chance. But I have been doing something for too many days in a row, and every day, and a lot of stuff (given my situation, condition). I did not wake until 9:00 or 10:00, and then I came out and did my morning reading. I could see she was biting her lip, but she did great. And I finished early, so I went in and let her know I was ready. Now I know why she was biting her lip though. I hadn't gotten the trash out and she didn't know when they came to pick it up! So, that was the first thing. Then kitty litter (which was actually pretty good, but weekly is the goal). It seems Sassy "went" in the middle of the kitchen. I think she is acting up because my mother is here. Or my mother was sitting at the table and Sassy didn't think she could make it through? Something.
Three or four or five tasks have been done since then, but it was time to sit. I let her know I was going to take a break, that I had little choice. And I didn't. I turn pale, get sweaty, and begin nearly feinting when it is time to sit. Yes, boys and girls, I have real limitations. Bending over a great deal is the heaviest strain and most, if not all, jobs this morning saw me bent over a great deal. At least, on the good side, with her still sick, I am 'keeping up' to a more narrowing seeming work ethic, for a guy in domestics against a gal, and all things being equal, and... such. Yes, I filled that statement with more caveats, exceptions, and 'buts' than is probably legal in proper English grammar, but it's all true!
Oh, I made one more deal with her. I have watched her, in amazement. And, I do like having a clean house. So, given a day of rest leading up to it, I want her to help me with my bedroom. But, I don't want her to touch a thing. I want her to teach me. I want her to tell me what to do with everything, and have me do it. The same with my bathroom on another day. If she can agree to touch nothing, I will agree to have zero veto power and no (as little as possible) lip. I want to learn to see how she sees, think how she thinks. I want to keep my place up but I am well and truly lost. Oh, I will promise, when she returns, there will always be work if she really wants it (and she does). But that the gnarly stuff won't be nearly so gnarly, or she can get me to do it.
Yes, yes, but my goal is to be as self-sufficient as possible. Not just for me, though if you have ever met an older cat person that reeks of cat, you must know the fear I have. And, further, I would like to have people over to my home for a meal once in a while. I haven't had my friends over in quite some time. I don't want to become a hermit through shame. Further, should I have tasks I cannot quite do, such as rewiring, or bringing the fusebox inside, or hooking up the electric water heater, or having my home inspected for energy conservation, I need to have a reasonably clean place. Shame is powerful, regardless of the reason.
So, the deals have been made. I would like to wonder who in the party to the deal is the devil, but... Well? No doubt who that would be with even an ounce of consideration. But I am actually trying. Later.
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