I was never so happy to take time off. I’ve got one more day left after today and I know it’s going to fly by. The bad part about taking time off is all of the time you take playing catchup, which is never fun. Gator has a nose for knowing when I don’t have to go to work, I am not quite sure how she picks up on it but those nights are the most sleepless. She knows how much she means to me and exploits it but it is okay I will do most anything for her.
Thursday, was my visit to the doctor. I felt horribly winded just walking from the car into the office. I found out why, my blood pressure was through the roof. That’s when it hit me, I forgot to put in my blood pressure medicine when I set out pills. I hate that task so very much and I take so many medicines that it would be to my advantage to have a service like pill pack, but not something my insurance would be happy about or cover for refills. They are strict either you use their provider for mail order or you pay for it yourself for long term medicines. Anyway, the doc wrote a new script and increased my blood pressure medicine. He goofed when he sent it and I wound up picking it up at a local pharmacy. I can have it filled a couple more times before the price jumps. I went ahead and requested it be transferred to the mail order service. He also told me that my cholesterol was up, based on blood results from last time. He suggested taking fish oil to help lower the cholesterol. I am already on a medication so this will act as a supplement. It’s supposed to do wonders in lowering the numbers and I suppose we will find out in 3 months. I also have not been fasting for the cholesterol tests since the blood work has been done in his office. I mentioned about going back in August to September into a mixed environment and the doctor said that would be ill advised for me due to risk factors, even with getting the vaccination. He is happy to write a letter and my employer will have a couple options. The first is to keep things as they are and let me work from home. The second is to insist that I stop working from home and go on disability. While I think they will allow me to continue to work from home there is no guarantee. I should know more as time moves forward.
Friday, I got the results of the blood work that was done on Thursday. My A1C is starting to move in the wrong direction. It’s still in a good level but it won’t take much to push this in the wrong direction. That means I have to be a little less willing to give into my sweet tooth. I picked up the blood pressure medicine and waited a couple hours. I could see the difference when I took my blood pressure, which isn’t something I do on the regular but since it’s front & center I am keeping an eye on it. My biggest concern is how the increased dose will affect my sexual function. I can also feel depression setting in harder and stronger. A good example of this is I have no desire to eat lunch, nothing sounds good to me. Breakfast & Supper are all I really want. I mentioned that to the doctor and he didn’t seem terribly concerned. My diabetes meds should kick my ass and make my sugar drop to the point where I have to eat but that isn’t happening. I am losing weight but not at a rapid enough pace for me, I know that weight loss is best done slowly so we shall see what happens. I ordered the Fish Oil on Thursday evening it was supposed to be delivered next day but that didn’t happen. I feel better when I am out. I made it to Target finally and of course forgot ½ of the things that I wanted but Gator got her cat litter, which was the main reason for the visit.
Saturday, the day the rain moved in. I got the mail and cat food. I also had a very good burger at Denny’s. My waiter was cute even though I couldn’t see his face for the mask he was wearing. Kind of makes me want to go back again today. It’s been a long time since I had a burger and it was really damn good. That kind of depends upon who is working the grill but they appear to have made some changes in staff since the last time I was there and there was a rough manager working who was cracking the whip. I wanted to flirt with the waiter but considering the pandemic I opted not to. Plus, I know he probably wouldn’t want a guy as up in age as I am getting, even though I am told I look younger than I actually am. That is presuming he was gay in the first place.
On the home front the house and the mold smell came back. I gave the house a couple of air treatments and had to shuffle Gator around a bit. She didn’t realize it but she was actually confined at a couple points. The air treatments helped but the smell comes back pretty rapidly. Colder weather and fluctuating temperatures do not help things. My hope is that when the temperatures even out a bit that will help. I do wonder if the mold has spread to other parts of the house where I can’t see as in walls. I keep a watchful eye on the original problem that I self-remediated and it’s still bone dry. I know that I only took care of ½ of the wood, which is what is on the inside. The other ½ that is outward facing is still very much infected and until it’s ripped out along with part of the kitchen floor the smell won’t fully be gone. However, it is a matter of money. From everything I have seen in my moldy research I find that you often go into a project of mold remediation with a small dollar sign, then you find other areas that are affected and the price jumps. I have essentially placed a band-aid on a large open wound and while the bleeding has stopped the infection is festering. I will either reach a point where I have money to deal with it or I will have to cut bait and move. Meanwhile I have air fresheners in place. The problem started in the basement and it isn’t that bad down here. When I go upstairs and spend time in the kitchen or even in my room is where I notice it. I also had several days with no air movement and that doesn’t seem to be a good thing. I have opened windows and when needed had the furnace kick on. The mold issue was a result of my laziness and I feel horrible about it. But it’s like trying to un-ring a bell, it can’t be done. So, it’s a matter of moving forward. If you’re thinking homeowner’s insurance, think again. You have to have a mold rider, which isn’t something that agents push and unless you ask for it you don’t have it. I have poured over my policy and I know for certain that it is not covered. Spring a leak in the roof and then it’s a whole different story but otherwise no coverage.
In case your new here, I am not mechanically inclined. When I try to be handy it usually doesn’t work out well for me in the end, which is why I have placed a limit on what I will and will not do. I need to find me a handy kind of guy perhaps a contractor or just a handy man who is good with his hands both in and out of the bedroom. Being alone and dealing with this and having no friends well it just sucks and it’s no wonder why I want to swan dive head first into a wood chipper from time to time.
Some how I manage to keep on existing when life deals me blows, I manage to get back up. I am a fighter but it’s getting difficult as the years continue to tick by. Eventually I will loose but for the moment I will keep keeping on despite it not being easy or fun.
I have opted to start watching Shameless from the start and have been doing this since last week. I pay a little closer attention now. It’s interesting to go back in time and see how things play out. Frank thinking, he is going to die but I already know that isn’t going to happen for a long time. Seeing all of the sex scenes over again and how Ian & Mickey fell in love. One of my favorite episodes is when Frank’s liver is failing and he asks Carl to break his leg. Just seeing the look on Frank’s face, you know it had to hurt like hell despite all of the drugs Carl gave him. I can relate to some of the struggles in the series, especially the lack of money. I’ve got no squirrel fund and my money isn’t nearly as tight as it was for the characters in the show but I have been in circumstances where I didn’t know where my next dime was coming from or how I was going to manage to pay the mortgage let alone any of the bills and put food on the table or in the mouths of the cats. I take mental trips down memory lane and go places where I shouldn’t but I also don’t forget the good times that I didn’t realize were the good times. I miss my furry family and my late spouse more than ever. I am interested to know what the future has in store for me and how much longer it will be before another good time comes my way and if I will ever get to love again. Lust is something I have and probably will until the day I die but love is different and mix love & lust together when you’re lusting after a partner that you love and care about, it’s a totally different experience than having lust by itself.
I have missed being in my office but for the couple of quick hours in the morning that Gator permits me to be. I will try to spend more time down here but I don’t know that will go well, since she gets separation anxiety very easily. Based on what the doctor said it does sound like we will be together at home for a lot longer so I suppose I have that going for me.
Believe it or not despite it being late April we have snow in the forecast. It’s just going to be a sloppy mess where people have accidents. It will also be a very temporary thing and then Spring will be back. The poor plants & trees have to be so confused. The way it’s been working out the afternoons are Spring with lots of sunshine or rain but a decent temperature. The evening winter sets back in with close to freezing temperatures. Very uncommon for this time of year but then again, we are living in quite an uncommon time. My doctor told me that it was 5 years before things got back to normal when the Spanish Flu outbreak hit. He doesn’t think it will be nearly as long, especially since we have a vaccine but right now people have a false sense of security and are being stupid. Infections are on the rise and people are rebelling from being cooped up. His estimate for totally back to normal probably early to late next year. If people get smart and do the right thing, we may see normal by Christmas. I am not a gambling man but I do know all of the confinement isn’t helping my mental state and it has killed any chance of me dating or making new friends. I hope that I can continue to play the game and survive long enough to see “fully normal” again.
Stay safe, be well and we will talk again. Hope you are doing well!