Foray to the shadow of the mighty De Land water-tower
A surgical-strike: fly down tomorrow (Monday, September 18), return on Wednesday, September 20.
We would have done this last February — in fact, scheduled it. But an “episode” occurred February 4, so we canceled.
That was then; now is now. That episode was the last one, although a few more mini-episodes occurred after that.
We also dropped a blood-pressure medication we thought might be causing the episodes, and “wooziness” has decreased slowly over time.
By the wedding, wooziness had decreased to just feeling tipsy. But since then, the feeling tipsy decreased to just poor balance.
And now poor balance has just about disappeared. Blood-pressure is not high — never was; the doctor was a pusher. —It was only “borderline.”
I always felt exercise would get BP in line; and I guess it has, now that I’m working out.
But my greatest joy is “feeling normal.” It’s knowing I can put the noisy blowhard on-the-trailer at the mighty Curve.
Visiting Linda’s mother will be the usual tortured drama: 1) Linda strung between me and her mother; 2) me laying low lest I inadvertently commit an unpardonable sin (like putting “the messy stuff” into the “garbage” [which is actually “the trash”], and thereby causing weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth); and 3) Linda’s mother a nervous wreck.
No doubt we will be greeted by a torrent of unwanted breakfast cereal and stale bagels (“only 40¢ for an entire dozen!”). Linda’s mother will also want to take us out to eat, and pay for it herself of course, out of her meager income.
No Shelby GT-H Mustang this time. We reserved a Toyota Corolla. To cart around Linda’s mother we need four doors (although I remember her smashing her door into an adjacent redneck Chevy pickup in a Wal*Mart parking-lot. “Watch my truck,” the guy said. The temerity of that guy!).
“Too bad ya couldn’t stay longer.” We got dogs to worry about, and lawn to mow.
We would have done this last February — in fact, scheduled it. But an “episode” occurred February 4, so we canceled.
That was then; now is now. That episode was the last one, although a few more mini-episodes occurred after that.
We also dropped a blood-pressure medication we thought might be causing the episodes, and “wooziness” has decreased slowly over time.
By the wedding, wooziness had decreased to just feeling tipsy. But since then, the feeling tipsy decreased to just poor balance.
And now poor balance has just about disappeared. Blood-pressure is not high — never was; the doctor was a pusher. —It was only “borderline.”
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I always felt exercise would get BP in line; and I guess it has, now that I’m working out.
But my greatest joy is “feeling normal.” It’s knowing I can put the noisy blowhard on-the-trailer at the mighty Curve.
Visiting Linda’s mother will be the usual tortured drama: 1) Linda strung between me and her mother; 2) me laying low lest I inadvertently commit an unpardonable sin (like putting “the messy stuff” into the “garbage” [which is actually “the trash”], and thereby causing weeping and wailing and gnashing of teeth); and 3) Linda’s mother a nervous wreck.
No doubt we will be greeted by a torrent of unwanted breakfast cereal and stale bagels (“only 40¢ for an entire dozen!”). Linda’s mother will also want to take us out to eat, and pay for it herself of course, out of her meager income.
No Shelby GT-H Mustang this time. We reserved a Toyota Corolla. To cart around Linda’s mother we need four doors (although I remember her smashing her door into an adjacent redneck Chevy pickup in a Wal*Mart parking-lot. “Watch my truck,” the guy said. The temerity of that guy!).
“Too bad ya couldn’t stay longer.” We got dogs to worry about, and lawn to mow.
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