Did The Weekly ....

 Sounds like a chore of sorts, don't it? Well, it is beginning to feel like more of one as well. Having to go to the hospital for paracentesis whether it is scheduled, or through the ER ...just should not be happening this much. I know, I know, that that is what the doctor needs to find out. Sigh. I just hate being the patient.

So I did make it out of there prior to noon. Had the Youngest swing through Arby's as I was hungry. Had a a basic sandwich, fries and coke, then settled into bed for a nap. Got up and decided to head to the Post for a bit, as I was feeling "better". Back home by shortly after 6pm. In bed by 8:30pm for sleep, but it eludes me.  I spent some of that "falling asleep" time thinking about this disability claim, how to start, where to go, who to talk to, etc. It's a bit overwhelming to me. I decided to get paperwork ready for in the morning to start the process, and started hitting the 'patient portals' to get whatever report copies, notes, etc. I can so submit with my claim. There was quite a few downloads.

I had to put another hole in her. My belt took yet another hit for the team today. While walking out of the ER department, I noticed the shorts had drooped a bit, so I went to "hitch" them back up and realized there was no open slot to tighten the belt. I that was done at some point this afternoon as well. I did weigh myself, but it was several hours after the Paracentesis (i had eaten and had some tea) so I weighed in at 273.8 pounds I believe it was.  I don't recommend this weight-loss system though....

As our own mortality starts to show itself to us, I guess one mental status can go a bit haywire. I know my head has been wracking the whole 'what if I die" scenarios, and now I get ones about what if the Wife, what if this, what if that. Some of it is interesting, like imagining you won the Lotto (and a couple billion bucks) and could afford to go out and do/buy things for people, yourself, whatever. What would you do? Buy? Frivolously waste it on? Oh the things I could start doing if I could get started on this hoarder hotel....

Anyways, so that is where I am at 1:55am in the morning. Not tired at all, though I should be. I have been not taking the edibles lately, so to try to not mess with any other medicinal stuff my body is trying to do, but it sure makes it harder to sleep. It's nice to have a "bite of candy" and 30 minutes later you are just warm and snug under that blanket on the bed. It's a good feeling.

PeacE