I got “locked in” three days ago and I’ve been slowly working on cleaning up the disaster area that the savages created. As this short amount of alone time passes, I’m beginning to feel more like myself. Mentally, that is. When I wake up in the morning and remember I’m the only person I have to tolerate, I breathe a sigh of relief!
…and then I hack up a lung.
I’ve been sick for about 14 days and I’m wondering how long snot is supposed to be gray and green. No matter. Since I’ve been unable to accomplish shit over the phone and through the patient portal, a very thoughtful Manchild called our Doctor’s nurse and switched his appointment to my name. Otherwise, he would have just cancelled it. Why is it that nothing gets done unless I do it in person? Death stares don’t work as well over the phone? MC is running into the same problems now that he’s 400 some miles West of where he’s trying to get business taken care of. If he’s unable to accomplish shit too, I can always tell his pig-headed spawners “I told you so.”
I walked four miles today. Whaaaaat?! I kid you not. When the invaders left, they took my car because I’m not allowed to drive anyhow, but I’m not into following the rules so exactly that I won’t drive two miles down the road to catch the bus on D-days. The Golf is much more forgiving than the Dakota, which drives like a fucking barge. So, I walked. Two miles there, two miles back. It was pretty amazing. The most trouble I had was heel pain from the PTTD, and of course the fact that dialysis knocks me the fuck out. The walk back was quite a bit more epic. I’ve been having difficulty keeping my blood pressure up, and also putting a stop to the rave in my colon, but today almost everything cooperated. This happens once in a black moon. I should consider walking to the gas station to get some scratch off lottery tickets as the odds seem to be in my favor today.
What I can’t do is eat. Appetite death happened in late July and hasn’t improved. I’m trying to eat small amounts of food with extra calories added, like a small serving of gf noodles with a shit ton of butter added, a gob of peanut butter straight from the jar, and disgusting nutritional bars. If I eat anything of bulk, we’re talking more than a half a cup of food at a time, it’s a fight to keep it down. My ass is in between sizes, so while my tiny person clothes technically fit, they are a bit too restrictive, whereas I’m swimming in my normal clothes. Solution? Pajamas 24/7. Hooray for spandex.
My food-centric parents are in town, but I won’t be seeing them until tomorrow. Mom asked if they can take me out to lunch before my appointment…blaaaaaaaaaaaag. Nope. Meanwhile, I’m on the search for a high fat, moderate protein, lower sugar snack bar that doesn’t taste like a tree’s butthole (I’ll bet you didn’t know trees had those). Any recommendations?