since i can’t see to type, touch typing. but on a laptop/ chromebook, this mean i get jibberish moving the cursor here and there inadvertantly as I lean my wrists on the keypad or push too hard.
I have a mescal vs. tequilia tequila sunrise going. no grenadine so I have razz mix instead… orange juice….mexcal and ice. it’s revolting as mescal just doesn’t mix and sweetly. it’ll do. the irish breakfast tea brews a weirdly sweeter way than orange pekoe black tea typical. this is so you’re paying attention to what’s good or not so good out there.
I relly did enjoy breakfast and better yet saved some for lunch a whack of that keilbasa as a hotdog if you will. I lugged a milk home and I am surprised its very heavy to me now eight pounds. …. but there’ll be chocolate milks and or coffees to come but more importantly there’ll be a tomato soup as I make my condensed with milk as I like cream of tomato. extra crackers of course.
I have my shopping list to repuroose. I may order waders to continue the local gold prospecting…but it seems I’ve parted with the partner in that for now. I may get either a nuclear box version or a double boiler version of an egg poacher… but I’m thinking hard in that I likely wont make a million homemade egg mcmuffins. I cant seem to get my favorite toast station consistant…lol but the drawbacks to getting a nuclear box plastic cup thing is they scratch and are one use type tools… while I’m not alton brown and have this thing about one user tools… I don’t want to search for things….. I really dont and I know if it’s unidentifyable it keeps getting thrown further into obscurities.
anyways no editing…so you can see I can’t type well nor spell. hahahaha. but maybe you can read this one.
3 hours ish and mail! my bookS!!! I can hardly wait. stingy not painful just noticable arm. so I really wonder if I’m headed for another angioplasty as part of my friday fistula gram… if so I’m definitely not hitt up dialysis saturday…. they’ll use heprin to make sure I don’t clot during proceedure and that means they;ll use an hour of pressure to get me to clot when they’re done and that means my arm will hurt all week. but I don’t quite get a we so if you’re wondering why booze now? duh, if I sneek a few drinks in today yay… I can dialysis the fluids off at least tomorrow… if I’m not going to d. I have to behave and stay around a liter and that means no boozey spirits as I have a little useless to stay alive with but a little kidney function which drops off with spirits intake. I had my two liter which is two kilos weight as si units are fairly easy to deal around … well I left at 60.4 from 63.8 prior to saturday’s two liter with mescal and arrived tuesday at 64.2ek albeit in my heaviest pants. that the end limit of what they can try to take of dehydrating me in a day. my dry weight is 60.5……dialysis forces me there…but a little restbit……..I cramped of course meaning give me fluid saline… I left at 60.8 and yes folks I have stopped fighting viciously the my pants weigh ex. shit. they dont care, it’s easier to set a weight allowing for that info and thus not force the non doctor to care about fractions and bullshit, you weigh ex we’re taking off ex in fluids. simple dimple. I do this
more out of giving up than i do fighting the good fight. I mean I go home and sleep fighting a half liter difference my way to sleep six hours of the treatment i sleep through mostly anyways four hours anyways…why fight? I. I mean I get a little ease not wanting to fall asleeps at street corners which is helpful but no long term better feeling really…why fight. i get all futoh a teensy bitter… you better believe it. sad is a better word even a solid year later as while I exploded in town after this and came back quote home unquote…. I was history about now in town. I hadnt been put on dialysis but at this point I was queerying to see about help real help as i couldn’t walk but a hundred feet without a rest and had serious x rayed fluid on my lungs and heart about now…. yes it was bad.ure benefits from better service to transplants based soully on how I fight or utilize my services now. why fight?
I can’t resolve even sorta put a finger on why I lost the last romance yet either. I may have not left florida by this point but i had fluid on my lungs and couldn’t walk a hundred feet without a rest. I may not have signed up for debt consolidation yet which shattered my finances completely by the way, shattered… that was the straw that was bankrupcty trying to avoid it lol. and i had signed a lease but hadn’t annoyed my uncle however I annoyed him to suddenly go poof in the night by some chicanery protecting him but fucking me into moving accross the country. but all the dangers were on crasshhhhhh and as i said it was just those few months to sort out getting me out. thanks universe!!!
course. unavoidable. i’ts odd i was kaput and didn’t see it. i thought i’d get a break. oh I saw the lass again and yet the hug had the unh unh in it no none of that. the chance at gov housing was investiggated… I’m curious a year later if I’m up from 614 to it’s my turn finally soon… I’ll look or I wont.
well as you see, I haven’t touched my wrist to the computer… so it’s typing too hard too. damn it. I suck at typing still.