bad day
I suppose today (Thursday, 4/27) is a bad day.
Waves of wooziness at the so-called elitist country-club, punctuated with possible slight mini-episodes; which only last a half-second or so, and cause slight tipsiness.
Blood-pressure is also slightly high (higher than other days), but not extraordinarily high — like 140/87 instead of 130/80.
Yesterday we worked out some at the PT, and then I mowed the front-yard; which ain’t that much.
Now I’m not so sure I should mow at all; the section to mow today is a lot bigger.
The continuing wooziness is rather depressing — I feel like I’m mucking up everything.
We then discussed how everyone seems to be hot to take me to task: Linda’s mother, all my siblings, my mother and father in my past.
Linda remarked “Yeah. It’s too bad you’re no longer going to the Messenger — lots of positive reinforcement there.”
Yep, I never wanted to quit; because things always seemed to go right there.
“Now Jack; I don’t know,” Linda said. “He thinks he’s doing you well by lobbing rotten tomatoes at you, but I don’t think so. He might benefit you more by just keeping quiet.”
“Yeah; 200 miles out his way to lob rotten tomatoes. True love, I tell ya!” I said.
Hopefully I will feel better tomorrow; I suppose I am better than last year’s-end. No full-on episodes since February, and the wooziness has decreased. I’ve noticed there seem to be “good days” and “bad days.”
But the wooziness seems to hang on. I was hoping to try the LHMB next week, but now I don’t know.
Waves of wooziness at the so-called elitist country-club, punctuated with possible slight mini-episodes; which only last a half-second or so, and cause slight tipsiness.
Blood-pressure is also slightly high (higher than other days), but not extraordinarily high — like 140/87 instead of 130/80.
Yesterday we worked out some at the PT, and then I mowed the front-yard; which ain’t that much.
Now I’m not so sure I should mow at all; the section to mow today is a lot bigger.
The continuing wooziness is rather depressing — I feel like I’m mucking up everything.
We then discussed how everyone seems to be hot to take me to task: Linda’s mother, all my siblings, my mother and father in my past.
Linda remarked “Yeah. It’s too bad you’re no longer going to the Messenger — lots of positive reinforcement there.”
Yep, I never wanted to quit; because things always seemed to go right there.
“Now Jack; I don’t know,” Linda said. “He thinks he’s doing you well by lobbing rotten tomatoes at you, but I don’t think so. He might benefit you more by just keeping quiet.”
“Yeah; 200 miles out his way to lob rotten tomatoes. True love, I tell ya!” I said.
Hopefully I will feel better tomorrow; I suppose I am better than last year’s-end. No full-on episodes since February, and the wooziness has decreased. I’ve noticed there seem to be “good days” and “bad days.”
But the wooziness seems to hang on. I was hoping to try the LHMB next week, but now I don’t know.
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