Rusty's Armory

Apologies and Excuses

Posted on May 18, 2022 Updated on May 18, 2022

I know I had promised that I was done with the health updates, but some of my long time  readers have been concerned that I haven’t been posting much.  I think I am doing OK, but I never know.  My labs came in online for my visit with the Cardiac PA this afternoon, and it took about half an hour of googling to come up with three incurable maladies. 

I think I’ll just leave the test interpretations with the physicians. I really suck at it. But they do explain the sleepiness and fatigue. We’ll see if they can’t work their sorcery on the maladies. I can always hope.

I am quite chipper for the condition I am in.  It feels good to drive and shop.  I never thought I would see the day when I was happy to be in a grocery store.  Moving around in there was another of those minor victories.

I was told that I am not a good candidate for cardiac rehab, so it is on with the home health PT.  I will check later to see if I am up to pulmonary rehab.  It is much the same as cardio rehab, but less intense.

The diabetes is under control, but I am still fighting wild swings.  I discovered that I didn’t have a diabetes specialist on my list.  The doctor who treated me in the hospital doesn’t have a practice, so I need to get that taken care of.  I think I need an adjustment to the meds I am taking.

The fog really hasn’t cleared much out of my mind, though.  Writing is still a Herculean task, even an update like this.  So, I am reduced to repackaging memes I read and posting them on facebook.  Those will have to suffice for coffee posts for the time.  Still, the writers itch is annoying the hell out of me, so who knows.  I plan to start small, mostly coffee posts.  Essays are a favorite of mine because they seldom require research.  And opine I shall.

I am waiting on the arrival of Kimberly, my trim, petite, and perky physical therapist.  I keep telling her how miserable I am feeling, and she pouts, says she is sorry to hear that, then tries to kill me.  Fortunately, she is only strengthening me enough to ward off her evil intentions.

Perhaps my next post will be a coffee post, but I am not promising anything.