Talked with my doctor today

We discussed my recent blood test results and getting my meds up to date. One of the things we talked about was it took since 2007, but I finally got my red count in the green, I’m no longer borderline anemic. But my sugar and cholesterol are both borderline high, enough that he prescribed a blood-sugar medication. My calcium and magnesium are both mid-range, where the calcium was high and the magnesium had been low. But basically I’m in pretty good heath for someone my age and especially considering what I’ve been through.

So, everybody can stop worrying about my physical health. My mental health is still up for debate, however.

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This is starting to look like Sisyphus’s task

Well, today’s appointment was rescheduled again, this time because a massive thunderstorm with 60+MPH straightline wind gusts and street flooding took out the power at the Lab Rat Keeper’s office, leaving them with no phones, no lights, no lab equipment, no AC/heat… The appointment has been rescheduled for next week. This makes over 30 days since the original appointment back in February, about 6 weeks if the rescheduled appointment works out. Not quite as arduous as Sisyphus’ eternally rolling a stone up a hill, but just as frustrating.

Nothing else to report on as after they called I went back to bed, then read some comics after I got up the second time. Also, still thinking about building the Sprint-T, but can’t even do anything about thinking about the Sprint-T because no $ for parts or even thinking about parts. So, if you have a front-engine RWD vehicle with an automatic transmission that runs and shifts that is otherwise on its last legs, I can give it a home. I’ll pull the engine, transmission, and possibly the rear axle, do what it takes to make them work in another vehicle and then send the hulk to a recycler with a flower taped to it to mourn its passing.😔 I’ll split whatever the recycler pays after towing. So, take a dangerous vehicle off the road, give life to the Sprint-T, get a few bucks, and everybody wins!

No post tonight, the visit to the Lab Rat Keeper drained me

I just wish that was not quite so literal as it turned out to be.

First is the lack of sleep issue. Last night’s post did not get finished until about 0230 or so, after 0200 at any rate. I was tired, but the brain refused to shut down and let me sleep, so I was awake until sometime close to 0400. Then the alarm went off at 0715. So I have been semi-functional all day on maybe as much as 4 hours of sleep.

The comes the dehydration. The relative humidity has been very low and the temperature has been high by “normal” standards, low by “Texas” standards, about 97-99°F. That just sucks the fluids right out of your skin. I compounded that by only having one cup of coffee with breakfast and then forgetting to drink water during the day until lunch. Lunch was a Wendy’s Jr. Bacon Cheeseburger, small fries, and the biggest Diet Coke they sold. That helped for a little while until I had to sit in the sun waiting for the bus that was about 20 minutes late arriving. I was a bit thirsty when we got to the transit center, but not enough time to grab a drink before the bus home.

Then there was the actual visit with the Lab Rat Keeper. This visit was “torture day”. First the usual weigh-in and BP testing. Then the stuff that was not a part of the routine get more meds and go visit, the blood draw(s, I only got stuck the once but there were at least a half-dozen Vacutainers that had to be filled), the EKG (which only took one small patch of chest hairs off 😛 ), and then the mental acuity tests. First the good news, my memory impairment seems to only be relative to my previous standards, compared to other guys my age I’m a memory giant. The one that impressed the lady doing the test was the repeating back 8 digit numbers backwards. I missed one and got the other one which was a “pass” and would have allowed me to go on to the next level, except that was where the test maxed out. Remembering stories I didn’t do so well. I kept forgetting details like the names of the characters. Names have never been my strong point, just ask Mrs. the Poet how many times she gets called “Bob”.

So, when I got home I was tired. Run down. Vaguely thirsty. Sweaty and slightly stinky. And not really thinking all that clearly. So this is all the blog post you are getting tonight.

PSA, Opus the Unkillable Badass Poet