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Here is just another reason in a long line of reasons you shouldn't send your kids to school. In most places, doing the right thing is punishable. If they kick your kid out for saving a life, don't let them go back. First, it obviously isn't a safe environment. Second, those in charge obviously don't know the difference between right and wrong, so could not POSSIBLY know how to teach it. Third... figure the others out on your own. Next they will be fining kids for not drinking the cool-aid. Well, actually, they merely ostracize them, ruining their chances at college, which is fine because unless they are "liberal", they aren't welcome anyway. Admittedly, the kid wasn't cooperating with authorities during the investigation. Still, it looks more like they were seeking a reason to expel. After just having had a gun pointed at you or a peer, and knowing you will be forced back into that environment, how willing SHOULD you be to discuss the matter. Prisoners and students share some things in common. Rats aren't welcome, and are taught harshly. Being expelled? C A N Do That Standing On My Hands. Getting shot is a little more difficult.
Oh, don't you love it when employees (some employees much more than others) follow orders? This is why women should be employed, but in the home only. Honestly? With a medical education, all of the faculties and facilities, but allowing death because someone, anyone, said so? Still, she will probably get employee of the month, if unofficially of course (unless they fire her for doing her job, hehe). Gotta love this, and yes... women who work are married to their jobs, in many of the ways they should be married to their husband. They give, sometimes, what they shouldn't.
Do you even remember Hurricane Sandy? This child does. What was that shitstorm about Bush and a bunch of coloreds who wouldn't leave when warned? Not a mention of this on the bigger picture, or the rest of it. Now, personally, it isn't my thing. You would think someone would figure something out. And you would be wrong. This admin doesn't have to worry about public pressure or the media, or indeed laws let alone the constitution. Still, it's one of his own so it's difficult to give a fig. He certainly hasn't, in any capacity.
Oh, and speaking of prejudice. Don't let the picture fool you. Staged in any case, as are almost all in that theme. It seems aids is about on par to being as racially insensitive to blacks as the judicial, social, and other aspects of American life. Good to see even a virus can... judge them by their fruits. What as gas!
Saturday, March 2, 2013
The sun is out, and almost shining.
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I do think, with the inversion we have been having, even with the sun trying to shine through, part of the general malaise has come from a lack of direct sunlight. Urhm, if combined with the fact that the sun is out so much longer each day, causing sort of a conflicting internal reaction to the various stimuli. It hasn't been cloudy so much as hazy. If the weather reports can be believed (not so much but it's what is available) we are supposed to get a minor storm through to clear out the haze. At least once the storm itself leaves. I'm not holding my breath on any of it though. Then again, I know it will happen sooner or later, too.
I've got to admit, I did expect something. I figured someone would shoot at me, to be frank, so poison sort of surprised me. I am not sure when it was administered though. It depends on the poison, how quickly it specifically acts, what foods I ate that might speed or slow that process, and how my own body resists and processes a particular substance. Since I don't know what poison, consciously or accidentally, was administered, I can't know which of several events might have been the source. I do suspect, if it was active, that it is one for the ladies. Although weak, passive-aggressive, men will also use such tactics. If... I am pretty sure this would have been a woman, considering the possible events. I'm... almost pulling for them though. Death would be a lot easier than what lies ahead of me otherwise. As I have written though, God is the final arbiter of life and death. I suspect I am still grounded, to earth. Hard to tell though. Better luck next time. *Cheshire-cat grins*
Hmm, I think, after months of not playing, I am going to hit the PS 3. I am not interested in the concentrated play to obtain trophies, so I do believe I will play some of my already conquered but much enjoyed games, and probably on easy. If nothing else I need to get back into playing. I am hoping, someday, that they come out with a game that could truly work as fast as my reflexes allow though... without being totally gimmicky as they are now. You will simply have to trust me on that. I can't fully explain it, but if I find it I will show you.
Later. *poof*
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I do think, with the inversion we have been having, even with the sun trying to shine through, part of the general malaise has come from a lack of direct sunlight. Urhm, if combined with the fact that the sun is out so much longer each day, causing sort of a conflicting internal reaction to the various stimuli. It hasn't been cloudy so much as hazy. If the weather reports can be believed (not so much but it's what is available) we are supposed to get a minor storm through to clear out the haze. At least once the storm itself leaves. I'm not holding my breath on any of it though. Then again, I know it will happen sooner or later, too.
I've got to admit, I did expect something. I figured someone would shoot at me, to be frank, so poison sort of surprised me. I am not sure when it was administered though. It depends on the poison, how quickly it specifically acts, what foods I ate that might speed or slow that process, and how my own body resists and processes a particular substance. Since I don't know what poison, consciously or accidentally, was administered, I can't know which of several events might have been the source. I do suspect, if it was active, that it is one for the ladies. Although weak, passive-aggressive, men will also use such tactics. If... I am pretty sure this would have been a woman, considering the possible events. I'm... almost pulling for them though. Death would be a lot easier than what lies ahead of me otherwise. As I have written though, God is the final arbiter of life and death. I suspect I am still grounded, to earth. Hard to tell though. Better luck next time. *Cheshire-cat grins*
Hmm, I think, after months of not playing, I am going to hit the PS 3. I am not interested in the concentrated play to obtain trophies, so I do believe I will play some of my already conquered but much enjoyed games, and probably on easy. If nothing else I need to get back into playing. I am hoping, someday, that they come out with a game that could truly work as fast as my reflexes allow though... without being totally gimmicky as they are now. You will simply have to trust me on that. I can't fully explain it, but if I find it I will show you.
Later. *poof*
Poison?
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Most of you honestly can't tell poison from illness. If you have been poisoned, the only thing you might have some contact with would be alcohol. But that is a little different. I can tell what going through a poisoning is like, I do know the difference. Last night, during my sleep, I realized I had ingested poison. What kind, or where I got it, I have no idea. My sleep was shallow, and I had... problems. I could sense... what... my liver? filtering something through. It must have been a relatively mild dose, if even that strained the system. I ended up getting enough rest, and my body filtered it well enough. I'm going to have to be a bit more careful from now on, about everything. Very careful. Am I kidding or just writing bits for a story? Nope. It was real. Could it have been some sort of accident? Possibly, if... I have my doubts. Who uses poison these days? Who has always used poison? (that last is the probable answer, in question form)
Today is a day off. I am still not feeling the best from most of last week and whatever it was that I went through last night has left me a little weaker. I have a beastly week ahead, if I am going to make the appointment AND three swims. Oh, I'll do it. But I do need to get rested up and get back to early morning rises. Today was not an early rise, if I had to sleep a little longer to make up for... the episode last night.
Later.
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Most of you honestly can't tell poison from illness. If you have been poisoned, the only thing you might have some contact with would be alcohol. But that is a little different. I can tell what going through a poisoning is like, I do know the difference. Last night, during my sleep, I realized I had ingested poison. What kind, or where I got it, I have no idea. My sleep was shallow, and I had... problems. I could sense... what... my liver? filtering something through. It must have been a relatively mild dose, if even that strained the system. I ended up getting enough rest, and my body filtered it well enough. I'm going to have to be a bit more careful from now on, about everything. Very careful. Am I kidding or just writing bits for a story? Nope. It was real. Could it have been some sort of accident? Possibly, if... I have my doubts. Who uses poison these days? Who has always used poison? (that last is the probable answer, in question form)
Today is a day off. I am still not feeling the best from most of last week and whatever it was that I went through last night has left me a little weaker. I have a beastly week ahead, if I am going to make the appointment AND three swims. Oh, I'll do it. But I do need to get rested up and get back to early morning rises. Today was not an early rise, if I had to sleep a little longer to make up for... the episode last night.
Later.
Rough, again. It happens.
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I didn't make it to see my friend. As it turns out, the young men are grounded for the day so I had to drive. They have a curfew and I was pretty sure my friend would not have wanted a troupe visitation, either. But then I got busy and would have forgotten anyway, and didn't call. I wasn't able to eat much tonight either. I ordered a lot, at least half of it is in the refrigerator. It's been rough all day. I couldn't have made it to the pool, I simply couldn't get going. Usually, on such days, I end up getting better at some point. Not today. It reminds me of the not so distant past, only I was awake and able to stay awake through it. And I was able to do a few things, if not everything. I am in a trough, a low, a down. It should be interesting to see how long I stay in it. Having to be up so early Thursday, and hopefully this Monday, might be adding to the problem. But those early rises also might kick-start my attempts at running a regular day schedule too... at a price.
Oh, as for heroes, I'm not one. My orders are to wander the wildernesses of the world. I suppose I am looking for one, just like anyone else. I looked at what is required for a passport. One of the things that has me concerned, at this point, is that if... Remember, veterans, and preppers, are considered potential terrorists. I wonder if that alone is enough to deny a passport... or yet? Paranoid? Really? Find out just how much they are hitting veterans then talk to me. No, I wish you all the luck in the world. I have explained what has to happen. I'll leave it there, and in your... capable hands. One piece of advice? Don't murder your hero. You won't get another. But, that's not my affair.
Hmm, bedtime. Good night.
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I didn't make it to see my friend. As it turns out, the young men are grounded for the day so I had to drive. They have a curfew and I was pretty sure my friend would not have wanted a troupe visitation, either. But then I got busy and would have forgotten anyway, and didn't call. I wasn't able to eat much tonight either. I ordered a lot, at least half of it is in the refrigerator. It's been rough all day. I couldn't have made it to the pool, I simply couldn't get going. Usually, on such days, I end up getting better at some point. Not today. It reminds me of the not so distant past, only I was awake and able to stay awake through it. And I was able to do a few things, if not everything. I am in a trough, a low, a down. It should be interesting to see how long I stay in it. Having to be up so early Thursday, and hopefully this Monday, might be adding to the problem. But those early rises also might kick-start my attempts at running a regular day schedule too... at a price.
Oh, as for heroes, I'm not one. My orders are to wander the wildernesses of the world. I suppose I am looking for one, just like anyone else. I looked at what is required for a passport. One of the things that has me concerned, at this point, is that if... Remember, veterans, and preppers, are considered potential terrorists. I wonder if that alone is enough to deny a passport... or yet? Paranoid? Really? Find out just how much they are hitting veterans then talk to me. No, I wish you all the luck in the world. I have explained what has to happen. I'll leave it there, and in your... capable hands. One piece of advice? Don't murder your hero. You won't get another. But, that's not my affair.
Hmm, bedtime. Good night.
Friday, March 1, 2013
No swimming today, or Monday maybe.
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The trip yesterday, or something, is just busting me up. I still have to be in town, for two different reasons, this afternoon. So I will still, eventually, have to shower and such. If I had my choice I would shut everything down and sleep. Yes, I've been taking my medicine. Yes, I've been getting enough sleep. No, I haven't been overdoing things, if getting up so early yesterday, if I had to pin the blame on something, would be the problem. As for Monday I have an appointment in SLC, at the V.A. I had never been informed of that visit if I suspected it was coming up. Both the clinic and the hospital appointments last time, which were close together, suggested about a 3 month return visit. I am a little surprised I didn't receive a card in the mail. Thankfully they called today. It's another early one, earlier actually. It's at the same time, for blood work, but with an hour more driving time. Which means I need to leave by 5:30 or 6:00. Ugh... I am going to try to force three swims next week. I don't know if it will work, but I need to work the exercises she taught me. I may have to do just the lessons, cutting all else, one or all days. Somethings just bringing me down.
I'm taking the missionaries to the smoked foods house. I had hoped to have my home in good enough repair to just make a meal but that has not happened. I've enjoyed their company numerous times, so wanted to offer them dinner. And it doesn't hurt my feelings to have to go to a smoked foods restaurant either. This will be my splurge for the month. I may take some of my hot sauce in, and mix it with some of their sauces. I love hot sauce, by itself, but on smoked foods pure hot sauce doesn't quite cut it. And yet their hotter barbeque sauces aren't ever quite... there. Mix, match, sweat, and snot out... that's what I say.
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The trip yesterday, or something, is just busting me up. I still have to be in town, for two different reasons, this afternoon. So I will still, eventually, have to shower and such. If I had my choice I would shut everything down and sleep. Yes, I've been taking my medicine. Yes, I've been getting enough sleep. No, I haven't been overdoing things, if getting up so early yesterday, if I had to pin the blame on something, would be the problem. As for Monday I have an appointment in SLC, at the V.A. I had never been informed of that visit if I suspected it was coming up. Both the clinic and the hospital appointments last time, which were close together, suggested about a 3 month return visit. I am a little surprised I didn't receive a card in the mail. Thankfully they called today. It's another early one, earlier actually. It's at the same time, for blood work, but with an hour more driving time. Which means I need to leave by 5:30 or 6:00. Ugh... I am going to try to force three swims next week. I don't know if it will work, but I need to work the exercises she taught me. I may have to do just the lessons, cutting all else, one or all days. Somethings just bringing me down.
I'm taking the missionaries to the smoked foods house. I had hoped to have my home in good enough repair to just make a meal but that has not happened. I've enjoyed their company numerous times, so wanted to offer them dinner. And it doesn't hurt my feelings to have to go to a smoked foods restaurant either. This will be my splurge for the month. I may take some of my hot sauce in, and mix it with some of their sauces. I love hot sauce, by itself, but on smoked foods pure hot sauce doesn't quite cut it. And yet their hotter barbeque sauces aren't ever quite... there. Mix, match, sweat, and snot out... that's what I say.
Like an old dog, napping by the stove...
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Chasing rabbits, or fighting, is a thing only to remember. I am too old to be messing in that anymore. Oh, I could do it. Even in my poor shape, it isn't so much the body, if there is that. It isn't even a matter of will. It is more that the will has changed. Fighting for preservation of self or others is mandated, if a certain set of conditions has been met. Fighting for glory, or fun, or such? That is what is gone, mostly. The old dog doesn't have to chase the rabbit, which it only rarely catches anyway. But it isn't all gone. The good thing about becoming more active and exercising is, even when the bloodlust returns, being physically tired keeps the thing as a quaint notion rather than having it as a craven hunger. I suppose it would be the difference between getting shocked while grounded versus being ungrounded? Something like that.
Sleep has been pretty good, if things still seem a bit off. When I can sleep, and sometimes how well I can sleep, and if I can wake well, are all taking little tolls on things. As spring rolls around I realize weather is playing a large part of things. When the sun is up and out shining, and longer and longer, I am having to figure out how to shut down. Today is a bit gloomy out there, which makes getting going a bit tough if it might help me settle down later. Restless natives and all, and I are one.
Swimming, today. I didn't end up speaking with the people at the front desk about the rules, if there are any, regarding the pool. It needs to be, definitively, first come first served. I will find out today. My instructor emailed and we discussed the next lesson. It looks to be not this coming week but the week after that. All good. It will give me time to get practice in. I did order the exercise ball last night, shortly after midnight, so as to not strain my budget further. I am excited to try that out.
As to finances? I think I simply spent way too much last month. A pig, it's processing anyway, a bunch of music and videos (adds up fast, I have to really watch that), an order from Amazon, and this and that and those. Swimming does cut into spending, and a LOT, on top of that. I will simply have to pay attention in these next months. I simply don't have money, extra spending money, while I swim, over say a hundred or two in 'spare change'.
Ugh... My shoes are too tight, but it's okay, I don't remember how to dance anyway.
Later.
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Chasing rabbits, or fighting, is a thing only to remember. I am too old to be messing in that anymore. Oh, I could do it. Even in my poor shape, it isn't so much the body, if there is that. It isn't even a matter of will. It is more that the will has changed. Fighting for preservation of self or others is mandated, if a certain set of conditions has been met. Fighting for glory, or fun, or such? That is what is gone, mostly. The old dog doesn't have to chase the rabbit, which it only rarely catches anyway. But it isn't all gone. The good thing about becoming more active and exercising is, even when the bloodlust returns, being physically tired keeps the thing as a quaint notion rather than having it as a craven hunger. I suppose it would be the difference between getting shocked while grounded versus being ungrounded? Something like that.
Sleep has been pretty good, if things still seem a bit off. When I can sleep, and sometimes how well I can sleep, and if I can wake well, are all taking little tolls on things. As spring rolls around I realize weather is playing a large part of things. When the sun is up and out shining, and longer and longer, I am having to figure out how to shut down. Today is a bit gloomy out there, which makes getting going a bit tough if it might help me settle down later. Restless natives and all, and I are one.
Swimming, today. I didn't end up speaking with the people at the front desk about the rules, if there are any, regarding the pool. It needs to be, definitively, first come first served. I will find out today. My instructor emailed and we discussed the next lesson. It looks to be not this coming week but the week after that. All good. It will give me time to get practice in. I did order the exercise ball last night, shortly after midnight, so as to not strain my budget further. I am excited to try that out.
As to finances? I think I simply spent way too much last month. A pig, it's processing anyway, a bunch of music and videos (adds up fast, I have to really watch that), an order from Amazon, and this and that and those. Swimming does cut into spending, and a LOT, on top of that. I will simply have to pay attention in these next months. I simply don't have money, extra spending money, while I swim, over say a hundred or two in 'spare change'.
Ugh... My shoes are too tight, but it's okay, I don't remember how to dance anyway.
Later.
Thursday, February 28, 2013
Swimming just couldn't happen today.
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I did get to bed early enough, and oddly I slept quite well. I even woke reasonably well if I was moving as slow as molasses in January. I headed out a little late. Then I got to my turnoff, headed down it, and saw traffic backed up for... a very long way! I was just going to be barely on time, without this. It turned out that the blockage was merely a block further along the path I was taking, so while it was backed up for probably a mile, I was able to get through traffic pretty quickly. Though what I can't figure out is why, when people get beyond a traffic problem, they continue to drive slower! There isn't even anything to gawk at. I just... don't... get... other drivers. Drive!
I ended up being six minutes late, max, which was fine. I only saw the nurse. She drew blood, a panel and an A1C (long term blood sugar). She did take my blood pressure three times. It started out at 151/101 and lowered each time by half the difference until the final reading was 120/85 or such. That is the lowest they have ever seen it with their own eyes on their equipment. Since I didn't see the doc I couldn't ask about exercise expenses, though I am not sure he could do much, or would be the one to ask. That might require, if even possible, a specialist to rubber stamp such a thing. I hadn't met this nurse before. She was looking at me funny the whole time. A cross between fear, and dislike, and... even sympathy if it seemed more for my health. Well, throw in some disbelief. People in my condition aren't supposed to look like even middle-aged athletes. She had a whole smorgasbord of emotions emanating from her. All good, for me, psychically, it is akin to a chef walking into a sublime eatery... so much to... consider. Wait, did that plate that just passed... was that steamed fennel root with allspice and lemon? Did those ribs smell of hot and sour spices? I just enjoy... figuring these things. Both sorts, actually.
Anyway, I was crashing before I got half way home. I decided to eat to see if that would help, knowing I would have an hour and an half to get that sorted before swimming. It didn't, if having some food helped marginally in other ways, like staying awake since I ate relatively small. I knew swimming was out by the time I was half way home. It is more that early rise that got me. I'd love to take a nap, and may end up having no choice. Instead I am going to make a grab for a full day. If I can't make it to 13:00, I'll take a short pillow nosedive. Bleh, though. Later.
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I did get to bed early enough, and oddly I slept quite well. I even woke reasonably well if I was moving as slow as molasses in January. I headed out a little late. Then I got to my turnoff, headed down it, and saw traffic backed up for... a very long way! I was just going to be barely on time, without this. It turned out that the blockage was merely a block further along the path I was taking, so while it was backed up for probably a mile, I was able to get through traffic pretty quickly. Though what I can't figure out is why, when people get beyond a traffic problem, they continue to drive slower! There isn't even anything to gawk at. I just... don't... get... other drivers. Drive!
I ended up being six minutes late, max, which was fine. I only saw the nurse. She drew blood, a panel and an A1C (long term blood sugar). She did take my blood pressure three times. It started out at 151/101 and lowered each time by half the difference until the final reading was 120/85 or such. That is the lowest they have ever seen it with their own eyes on their equipment. Since I didn't see the doc I couldn't ask about exercise expenses, though I am not sure he could do much, or would be the one to ask. That might require, if even possible, a specialist to rubber stamp such a thing. I hadn't met this nurse before. She was looking at me funny the whole time. A cross between fear, and dislike, and... even sympathy if it seemed more for my health. Well, throw in some disbelief. People in my condition aren't supposed to look like even middle-aged athletes. She had a whole smorgasbord of emotions emanating from her. All good, for me, psychically, it is akin to a chef walking into a sublime eatery... so much to... consider. Wait, did that plate that just passed... was that steamed fennel root with allspice and lemon? Did those ribs smell of hot and sour spices? I just enjoy... figuring these things. Both sorts, actually.
Anyway, I was crashing before I got half way home. I decided to eat to see if that would help, knowing I would have an hour and an half to get that sorted before swimming. It didn't, if having some food helped marginally in other ways, like staying awake since I ate relatively small. I knew swimming was out by the time I was half way home. It is more that early rise that got me. I'd love to take a nap, and may end up having no choice. Instead I am going to make a grab for a full day. If I can't make it to 13:00, I'll take a short pillow nosedive. Bleh, though. Later.
All good if a bit odd.
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I wasn't really able to crawl into bed until a bit after 22:00, I think? I believed I could have slept a bit earlier, it just didn't happen and I didn't trust my senses anyway. I set the alarms for 4:30, wanting to be up by 5:00. Having two alarms, one going off just a minute or two before the other, seems to help, getting me up at just after 5:00. I fed the cats, then checked my bp and weight, all good there if I am down to 269 or something. I've lost... like 10 pounds in two days. Whatever. I then checked my fasting blood sugar, as I am not fasting for the appointment. My fasting blood sugar is higher than my (after all day, with a snickers thrown in, and an hour after a regular pasta meal) non-fasting blood sugar? I really don't think they know what diabetes is, and I have serious doubts about their medicine (unless it only works if you continue to eat sugar(s), though my system just doesn't follow a solid pattern on or off medicine). Never mind.
The goal is to be on the road by 7:00, maybe a little before. I will be taking my swimming gear, in case it all works well and I am feeling like making it to the pool on the way back, which would save me a trip. Soreness is mostly gone, just enough remains that I know it ever existed. Further, I think, now that I have an idea what I am doing, I will be able to... avoid some of the tensions that caused it. The pains, save from the PowerBall, were caused mostly because the positions were so novel. Like the cramps in the feet, I think I can... alter how I do things, while staying in form, so as to avoid as much stress. I will find out soon enough.
Oh, right, medicine. Gotta get that stuff in. I am curious at how much my bp will rise from the drive. I love taking my bp here, so they can't bitch and moan about things too much, or try tinkering with my medicine. With even diabetes somehow under control... it should be a standard check-up. I will ask if they can help with the cost of exercise but I'm not actually hopeful. Medicine today is about drugs, not... you know... health. There is only one way to know for sure.
Later.
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I wasn't really able to crawl into bed until a bit after 22:00, I think? I believed I could have slept a bit earlier, it just didn't happen and I didn't trust my senses anyway. I set the alarms for 4:30, wanting to be up by 5:00. Having two alarms, one going off just a minute or two before the other, seems to help, getting me up at just after 5:00. I fed the cats, then checked my bp and weight, all good there if I am down to 269 or something. I've lost... like 10 pounds in two days. Whatever. I then checked my fasting blood sugar, as I am not fasting for the appointment. My fasting blood sugar is higher than my (after all day, with a snickers thrown in, and an hour after a regular pasta meal) non-fasting blood sugar? I really don't think they know what diabetes is, and I have serious doubts about their medicine (unless it only works if you continue to eat sugar(s), though my system just doesn't follow a solid pattern on or off medicine). Never mind.
The goal is to be on the road by 7:00, maybe a little before. I will be taking my swimming gear, in case it all works well and I am feeling like making it to the pool on the way back, which would save me a trip. Soreness is mostly gone, just enough remains that I know it ever existed. Further, I think, now that I have an idea what I am doing, I will be able to... avoid some of the tensions that caused it. The pains, save from the PowerBall, were caused mostly because the positions were so novel. Like the cramps in the feet, I think I can... alter how I do things, while staying in form, so as to avoid as much stress. I will find out soon enough.
Oh, right, medicine. Gotta get that stuff in. I am curious at how much my bp will rise from the drive. I love taking my bp here, so they can't bitch and moan about things too much, or try tinkering with my medicine. With even diabetes somehow under control... it should be a standard check-up. I will ask if they can help with the cost of exercise but I'm not actually hopeful. Medicine today is about drugs, not... you know... health. There is only one way to know for sure.
Later.
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Hard as a rock but still...
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Her
She is on my mind. I don't know her, I don't think I have met her, but she is looking.
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Her
She is on my mind. I don't know her, I don't think I have met her, but she is looking.
Why you, you ask?
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Because you can handle it, and sometimes because you... know the 'word' I am seeking. Your are the equational nemo or omnes for some of my... lectures, lessons, even diatribes. So... don't feel too beset. But if truly wronged a quick punch on my psychic nose works. You don't tap elephants, you know, to correct them. Have you ever honked at a sleepy (ing) driver in the next lane? They get all... offended... then smug... then at some point, as they wake up and realize you did them a favor... if for many people... they are humble, apologetic, and possibly grateful. I get to that latter pretty quickly if wrong, knowingly or not. So... *whack*
A very early rise tomorrow, a minor drive, and maybe swimming. Tonight? Perhaps a few more dishes, prepping for the trip so I can just wake and pour myself some coffee, and drain into to clothing, and food! How is it that I keep forgetting food! I did thawed some meats... if they are thawed. And I have vegetables should I run out of enough cooked meat. I am truly hungry. I've been, again, mostly living off what arrives, which ends up being four meals a week, or three. Strange how I can get away with that, still work out and be more active than every before, not lose a pound (or gain when I eat more often), but nothing seems to be standard hereabouts. Hmm, usually meals come in on Wednesdays though. Maybe I have burned that bridge? I'll give it until 19:00.
I can pretty much guess that tonight will be another wrestling match with sleep, and rest. I'll do the best I can. At least, usually, when I get going, I do fine from then on.
Later.
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Because you can handle it, and sometimes because you... know the 'word' I am seeking. Your are the equational nemo or omnes for some of my... lectures, lessons, even diatribes. So... don't feel too beset. But if truly wronged a quick punch on my psychic nose works. You don't tap elephants, you know, to correct them. Have you ever honked at a sleepy (ing) driver in the next lane? They get all... offended... then smug... then at some point, as they wake up and realize you did them a favor... if for many people... they are humble, apologetic, and possibly grateful. I get to that latter pretty quickly if wrong, knowingly or not. So... *whack*
A very early rise tomorrow, a minor drive, and maybe swimming. Tonight? Perhaps a few more dishes, prepping for the trip so I can just wake and pour myself some coffee, and drain into to clothing, and food! How is it that I keep forgetting food! I did thawed some meats... if they are thawed. And I have vegetables should I run out of enough cooked meat. I am truly hungry. I've been, again, mostly living off what arrives, which ends up being four meals a week, or three. Strange how I can get away with that, still work out and be more active than every before, not lose a pound (or gain when I eat more often), but nothing seems to be standard hereabouts. Hmm, usually meals come in on Wednesdays though. Maybe I have burned that bridge? I'll give it until 19:00.
I can pretty much guess that tonight will be another wrestling match with sleep, and rest. I'll do the best I can. At least, usually, when I get going, I do fine from then on.
Later.
I am feeling a little better.
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Getting to sleep and staying there has been a real pain for a while now. Personally? I think having more sunlit hours is beginning to push me toward... I don't even know what to call it. I used to wake up this time of year, or begin. How do you wake up from BEING awake? Yeah... I hadn't anticipated this part. And being that some parts of the winter were brutal to get through, a bit, I didn't think the change of the sun would be quite this potent, nor so potent so early. Wow, when spring officially gets here, and then summer? I'd better... figure something out. Either being in good enough condition to really thrash, or begin hiking trails and staying out overnight, perhaps long fishing trips. Hmm... I wonder if fishing is like picking up women, if you aren't intent on it, just using it as a time killer, the fish come? Seriously, I don't know what that is, but I might try it. It couldn't HURT my fishing. And damnit, I want some native trout sashimi, and developed fishing skills, before I go. A little lemon, perhaps lime, salt, pepper, and a decent fillet knife, fishing gear, a license, and the will and way to get out there. Raw, eyes and all. Yeah, well, I do think with my stomach quite often.
I am pretty much through the pain. The problem is, my appointment doesn't fall on a Friday as I had thought, somehow. Which... makes for an additional drive, and day out, and makes swimming three times this week more than just a bit unlikely. If I could fit a swim in on the way back, I could do that. But getting out the door four times in a week? You just can't quite understand my limits, especially when I push everything I've got through my system when I swim. So, the choice is whether to swim today or Friday, or maybe on the way back to cut the trips down to two. Honestly? I'm thinking Friday but will consider how I feel on the return trip. As much because my sleep is so off, and becoming perpetually awful, I have to be up very, hugely, early, tomorrow morning, and I would rather be recharged more fully before getting in and kicking it out in the pool.
Stats are wonderful. Bp was 117/76, with a 73 pulse, blood sugars after a day of eating bits and pieces, then an hour after supper last night, was 101, and weight is 274.8? When did that happen? Well, it's only a three to six pound loss from my pretty static usual ranges. Folks, if medicine and exercise don't kick something over... This is the area where nerves could get jittery. I have about six to nine months before they will test me again. If improvement is anemic, or non-existent... I may have to figure out how to disappear within rather than without, and only partially. Even if function improves to the point of typical human function... that isn't enough. As Becker said, and anyway... it's never sharp enough.
Later.
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Getting to sleep and staying there has been a real pain for a while now. Personally? I think having more sunlit hours is beginning to push me toward... I don't even know what to call it. I used to wake up this time of year, or begin. How do you wake up from BEING awake? Yeah... I hadn't anticipated this part. And being that some parts of the winter were brutal to get through, a bit, I didn't think the change of the sun would be quite this potent, nor so potent so early. Wow, when spring officially gets here, and then summer? I'd better... figure something out. Either being in good enough condition to really thrash, or begin hiking trails and staying out overnight, perhaps long fishing trips. Hmm... I wonder if fishing is like picking up women, if you aren't intent on it, just using it as a time killer, the fish come? Seriously, I don't know what that is, but I might try it. It couldn't HURT my fishing. And damnit, I want some native trout sashimi, and developed fishing skills, before I go. A little lemon, perhaps lime, salt, pepper, and a decent fillet knife, fishing gear, a license, and the will and way to get out there. Raw, eyes and all. Yeah, well, I do think with my stomach quite often.
I am pretty much through the pain. The problem is, my appointment doesn't fall on a Friday as I had thought, somehow. Which... makes for an additional drive, and day out, and makes swimming three times this week more than just a bit unlikely. If I could fit a swim in on the way back, I could do that. But getting out the door four times in a week? You just can't quite understand my limits, especially when I push everything I've got through my system when I swim. So, the choice is whether to swim today or Friday, or maybe on the way back to cut the trips down to two. Honestly? I'm thinking Friday but will consider how I feel on the return trip. As much because my sleep is so off, and becoming perpetually awful, I have to be up very, hugely, early, tomorrow morning, and I would rather be recharged more fully before getting in and kicking it out in the pool.
Stats are wonderful. Bp was 117/76, with a 73 pulse, blood sugars after a day of eating bits and pieces, then an hour after supper last night, was 101, and weight is 274.8? When did that happen? Well, it's only a three to six pound loss from my pretty static usual ranges. Folks, if medicine and exercise don't kick something over... This is the area where nerves could get jittery. I have about six to nine months before they will test me again. If improvement is anemic, or non-existent... I may have to figure out how to disappear within rather than without, and only partially. Even if function improves to the point of typical human function... that isn't enough. As Becker said, and anyway... it's never sharp enough.
Later.
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
What happens when a...
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...sheriff upholds his real duty and the media is held accountable? The people win, handily. Start doing your fucking jobs, people. Kick those jackasses out and make sure, wherever they move, to let their fellow citizens know to be on the lookout. Don't give them a stone upon which to rest their heads, not one. Teach and they will learn! Allow and you will die!
As for the other editor being a former Marine? Don't let that scare you, or make you think he is any different. He is with them now. May he lose his job and paper too, and prospects, as the old left media burns bridges and dies.
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...sheriff upholds his real duty and the media is held accountable? The people win, handily. Start doing your fucking jobs, people. Kick those jackasses out and make sure, wherever they move, to let their fellow citizens know to be on the lookout. Don't give them a stone upon which to rest their heads, not one. Teach and they will learn! Allow and you will die!
As for the other editor being a former Marine? Don't let that scare you, or make you think he is any different. He is with them now. May he lose his job and paper too, and prospects, as the old left media burns bridges and dies.
Time, such an annoying little artifact of flesh.
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The clock is ticking so quickly and yet I can only do so much and only so quickly. While I do what I must, I also hunt, high and low. I know, they know, if they don't understand, which so far keeps me safe, mostly. For they hunt also.
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The clock is ticking so quickly and yet I can only do so much and only so quickly. While I do what I must, I also hunt, high and low. I know, they know, if they don't understand, which so far keeps me safe, mostly. For they hunt also.
OOOoooouch!
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I DID sleep well. I went to bed at... somewhere between 19:30 and 20:30? And I did wake at 22:30 for some stupid reason and had to force going back to sleep. That probably took an hour. Then I slept until half past 10:00, give or take an half hour. I had the alarm set for... 7:00? Then when it finally woke me at 8:30 I reset it for 10:00. When it went off then, I actually reset it for 11:00, but... was not able to get back to sleep, or more I was finally able to wake shortly after the alarm sounded. I needed that sleep.
But sore? Oh holy cow. I went looking for that horse liniment my mother bought and used while here. From swimming with my legs crossed to my torso, and that new kick style, two stripes of muscles on my back are outrageously sore. Well, and my upper arms, and arm 'calves', are sore from the PowerBall device, if that didn't even need liniment. Actually, my legs too, from using muscles I hadn't been using in my kick up to now, those are a bit sore. All good. And, actually, I don't think it is that bad. I should be able to get back in the pool tomorrow. My muscles have an odd way of... adjusting to stresses, at least if my heart is kicking out enough gunk to service them, or... something? All I know is I am doing enough better that... I might be able to handle this. Oh, and the crosswise swimming is working my midsection quite well too. Holy schmoly though! A few Anacin will go down the hatch too, if I am saving those for just once, maybe twice, a week. I've seen way too many people start out with otc pk's and end up in really bad places. If I "need" painkillers more than that, then what I actually need is to back off or change things up. I learned that when I was young, if too I learned my threshold for pain is, or was,... almost inhuman. I should be fine.
Yeah, you guessed it, today is a day of rest and relaxation, if that doesn't mean I want to just sit. Dishes, perhaps. A little bit more straightening, maybe. Oh, I best order some medicine. I think the water pill and at least one other is running a bit low. I had planned to get cracking on getting online banking going again, but that, finally, has been solved, through various upgrades and updates. I checked it when I finished the first serious batch of those and it still wasn't working... not sure what finally got it to work.
Get to it folks, time is ticking. Well, actually, not for you. At ease. Just enjoy your life, most of you, I suppose.
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I DID sleep well. I went to bed at... somewhere between 19:30 and 20:30? And I did wake at 22:30 for some stupid reason and had to force going back to sleep. That probably took an hour. Then I slept until half past 10:00, give or take an half hour. I had the alarm set for... 7:00? Then when it finally woke me at 8:30 I reset it for 10:00. When it went off then, I actually reset it for 11:00, but... was not able to get back to sleep, or more I was finally able to wake shortly after the alarm sounded. I needed that sleep.
But sore? Oh holy cow. I went looking for that horse liniment my mother bought and used while here. From swimming with my legs crossed to my torso, and that new kick style, two stripes of muscles on my back are outrageously sore. Well, and my upper arms, and arm 'calves', are sore from the PowerBall device, if that didn't even need liniment. Actually, my legs too, from using muscles I hadn't been using in my kick up to now, those are a bit sore. All good. And, actually, I don't think it is that bad. I should be able to get back in the pool tomorrow. My muscles have an odd way of... adjusting to stresses, at least if my heart is kicking out enough gunk to service them, or... something? All I know is I am doing enough better that... I might be able to handle this. Oh, and the crosswise swimming is working my midsection quite well too. Holy schmoly though! A few Anacin will go down the hatch too, if I am saving those for just once, maybe twice, a week. I've seen way too many people start out with otc pk's and end up in really bad places. If I "need" painkillers more than that, then what I actually need is to back off or change things up. I learned that when I was young, if too I learned my threshold for pain is, or was,... almost inhuman. I should be fine.
Yeah, you guessed it, today is a day of rest and relaxation, if that doesn't mean I want to just sit. Dishes, perhaps. A little bit more straightening, maybe. Oh, I best order some medicine. I think the water pill and at least one other is running a bit low. I had planned to get cracking on getting online banking going again, but that, finally, has been solved, through various upgrades and updates. I checked it when I finished the first serious batch of those and it still wasn't working... not sure what finally got it to work.
Get to it folks, time is ticking. Well, actually, not for you. At ease. Just enjoy your life, most of you, I suppose.
Monday, February 25, 2013
There are benefits to pushing and shoving.
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I do believe I will be going to bed very shortly. That should set me up for an early rise. No telling, but I am back on my medicine and everything else is going well, so there is a chance I may be able to reset my schedule. Swimming on top of getting up early this morning might just do the trick.
The other day I tried, and pretty much failed, to be able to use the PowerBall, of either size, for very long. That is the handheld gyro that works the lower arm and grip, mostly. It was as if my muscles had forgotten, or become weak. I tried again today. I was able to, going back and forth between hands, keep the most powerful of the things going quite well for an half hour. Something else I will begin doing, while at the computer, is working on my swimming kick. I know it seems odd, but I think there are things I can do, even out of the pool. Next month I plan on buying the exercise ball, a big one, and adding that to my little set of devices. The body really is improving if it has a very long way to go. Still, I think it would beat most heart transplant list nominees.
I would be much more excited about it all if it was just about extending life, or even enhancing it. Spilled milk and all, I suppose.
Good night.
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I do believe I will be going to bed very shortly. That should set me up for an early rise. No telling, but I am back on my medicine and everything else is going well, so there is a chance I may be able to reset my schedule. Swimming on top of getting up early this morning might just do the trick.
The other day I tried, and pretty much failed, to be able to use the PowerBall, of either size, for very long. That is the handheld gyro that works the lower arm and grip, mostly. It was as if my muscles had forgotten, or become weak. I tried again today. I was able to, going back and forth between hands, keep the most powerful of the things going quite well for an half hour. Something else I will begin doing, while at the computer, is working on my swimming kick. I know it seems odd, but I think there are things I can do, even out of the pool. Next month I plan on buying the exercise ball, a big one, and adding that to my little set of devices. The body really is improving if it has a very long way to go. Still, I think it would beat most heart transplant list nominees.
I would be much more excited about it all if it was just about extending life, or even enhancing it. Spilled milk and all, I suppose.
Good night.
Youch! And yet... amazing!
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I did make it to the lesson, just in time. My coach, it seems, is a good one. I may be a poor student, but a good teacher can... cover some of that, having learned to train even rocks. We worked on my kick, getting my body to sway from side to side, and... a few other things. Remember, I have had almost no sleep through last night since yesterday... Memory is... the second thing to go, time being the first? I set little reminders to help track time to attempt to make it and that did the trick though.
By the way, that old watch, from the 90's that I had a battery replaced for? The analog time piece on it is broken. The digital works just fine though. It's good, for my own... certainty as memory is and has been a problem... to have a piece or three of evidence, from time to time.
At first my feet began to cramp with the new kick. It took a bit, but in the final few lap sessions I figured out how to keep the cramping from happening. But by then the cramps were fairly set in. I swam a lap or two more, but the cramps put a damper on the thing. I will probably begin swimming three days a week from now on, save this week. I have an appointment Friday, at 8:30. Then again, if I actually make the appointment, then am worth a damn, I might be able to hit the pool on the way home, come to think of it! No extra gas, either, as it would be right along the way. We will see. It's just, I think, with using 15 minutes for going over what I have learned, then 15 minutes of hard swimming and some fun things... Maybe. Just... a maybe though. I pull up lame pretty easy still. She is really pushing for three swims a week and I am pushing for an accelerated advancement. I've got to admit, with several of the new things together, I feel like I am... juggling an egg, a cantaloupe, and a water melon all at the same time. I'll improve, I hope.
I will say that I was... quite impressed just so far with this first session. My kick, for those last few solo-laps... were amazing! The speed I added! If too, my legs are weak, beside the cramps, at least with this new kick style. Thankfully, at one time, I was a serious swimmer. Or, I think I was? She is bending me back to that before my own sessions make true relearning a requirement, or unlearning THEN relearning. I am pretty sure she would rather not be doing the lessons. But that she is, and isn't holding back, I am grateful. I will be out of everyone's hair in a year or two, max.
I've been thinking about it. I ought to, if this next angiogram shows significant improvement... probably this fall is the next one... I should begin figuring out how to sell my stuff on e-bay, or anywhere I think is... safest, best? Sell what I can, for a minor bit of cash, enough for a few things on my path. Money solves many minor details. I honestly wish I could stay but I do see what is coming. I have already been declared an enemy of the state, a state which is growing teeth while I watch. Most of you aren't enemies of the state, per se, so you have only a little to fear, and then only if you don't do what you are told. Don't worry about veterans, we will take care of ourselves or die, as usual.
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I did make it to the lesson, just in time. My coach, it seems, is a good one. I may be a poor student, but a good teacher can... cover some of that, having learned to train even rocks. We worked on my kick, getting my body to sway from side to side, and... a few other things. Remember, I have had almost no sleep through last night since yesterday... Memory is... the second thing to go, time being the first? I set little reminders to help track time to attempt to make it and that did the trick though.
By the way, that old watch, from the 90's that I had a battery replaced for? The analog time piece on it is broken. The digital works just fine though. It's good, for my own... certainty as memory is and has been a problem... to have a piece or three of evidence, from time to time.
At first my feet began to cramp with the new kick. It took a bit, but in the final few lap sessions I figured out how to keep the cramping from happening. But by then the cramps were fairly set in. I swam a lap or two more, but the cramps put a damper on the thing. I will probably begin swimming three days a week from now on, save this week. I have an appointment Friday, at 8:30. Then again, if I actually make the appointment, then am worth a damn, I might be able to hit the pool on the way home, come to think of it! No extra gas, either, as it would be right along the way. We will see. It's just, I think, with using 15 minutes for going over what I have learned, then 15 minutes of hard swimming and some fun things... Maybe. Just... a maybe though. I pull up lame pretty easy still. She is really pushing for three swims a week and I am pushing for an accelerated advancement. I've got to admit, with several of the new things together, I feel like I am... juggling an egg, a cantaloupe, and a water melon all at the same time. I'll improve, I hope.
I will say that I was... quite impressed just so far with this first session. My kick, for those last few solo-laps... were amazing! The speed I added! If too, my legs are weak, beside the cramps, at least with this new kick style. Thankfully, at one time, I was a serious swimmer. Or, I think I was? She is bending me back to that before my own sessions make true relearning a requirement, or unlearning THEN relearning. I am pretty sure she would rather not be doing the lessons. But that she is, and isn't holding back, I am grateful. I will be out of everyone's hair in a year or two, max.
I've been thinking about it. I ought to, if this next angiogram shows significant improvement... probably this fall is the next one... I should begin figuring out how to sell my stuff on e-bay, or anywhere I think is... safest, best? Sell what I can, for a minor bit of cash, enough for a few things on my path. Money solves many minor details. I honestly wish I could stay but I do see what is coming. I have already been declared an enemy of the state, a state which is growing teeth while I watch. Most of you aren't enemies of the state, per se, so you have only a little to fear, and then only if you don't do what you are told. Don't worry about veterans, we will take care of ourselves or die, as usual.
You want the key, you say?
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You want to understand what is written here? I can't give you all of it, just the parts which I know, understand, my history really. Fine. Good luck finding the pieces. But I will tell you. It all has a system. It all makes sense when you look at it right. You gotta, like, stand back from it, you know.
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You want to understand what is written here? I can't give you all of it, just the parts which I know, understand, my history really. Fine. Good luck finding the pieces. But I will tell you. It all has a system. It all makes sense when you look at it right. You gotta, like, stand back from it, you know.
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