Rants

Well That Shit Ain’t Cuttin’ It II

After poking around the WebMD Hypertension Message Boards I discovered that sometimes it takes a couple weeks for some medicines to get to peak effectiveness, so I decided to hold off on pestering the doc. I got a good night’s sleep last night and felt pretty good today. Checked my BP this evening and it read 134/91. Dang that’s 15 points lower than yesterday. Was it the good nights sleep? Was it the 2-mile walk in the woods after work? Was it the meds? Was it that I got my review at work today and got a whopping 2.9% raise? Stay tuned…

Well That Shit Ain’t Cuttin’ It

A couple weeks ago at my last Doctor’s appointment my blood pressure had creeped back up to the 150/100 mark. Whatever drugs we tried and though worked had lost their effectiveness. The Doctor tossed up his hands and said, “let’s send you to a Cardiologist.” Not only was the BP back up, but the palpitations that started at Thanksgiving hasn’t totally gone away either. Last Thursday I saw the heart Doc and he said, we’ll put you on this different medicine Lotrel 5/10. It is a combination of a couple of drugs, come back in 3 weeks and we’ll do a check and see how you are doing. He suggested I buy a home BP monitor and check my pressure everyday. I have been taking the new meds since last Friday and I have been checking my pressure and it has been hold steady and actually today it was the highest it has been, 152/104. Trouble is, I have been feeling crappy the last 2 days and is it because my BP is up or is it something that makes the pressure rise? I’ll call tomorrow and see if I need to muddle through another week or should we change something now.

Logan Was Wrong

Don’t run, except it. (Jenny Agutter…Mmmm)

Sometimes I think there is something to be said for not living past 30. I’m well past it and sometimes feel much further past it. Today is one of them with just a whole litany of minor ailments that make me want to go lay down and nap to forget about them, but I’m afraid if I do lay down I won’t wake up. I know this is some sort of age thing, because if I was still in my 20’s none of these things would bother me, I’d just shrug them off if I noticed them at all. And I remember watching Letterman a few years back when he was at the age I am now and every night he would complain, in his way, about some minor ailment befalling him. It has got to be some, perhaps a male trait only, age induced hypochondria. I just hope I live through it. 🙂

albatross, charge, deadweight, demand, difficulty, drain, duty, imposition, load, millstone, onus, pressure, strain, task, weight*

Can you tell I did my taxes this weekend? Our big mistake was refinancing our house note last December. We paid $2000 less in mortgage interest this year and didn’t compensate for it deduction-wise, so now we owe Uncle Sam about one toilet seat cover for an Air Force cargo plane more than the Staff Sargent’s annual salary he took out already. I have yet to do the state income taxes yet, who knows maybe we’ll owe them a couple of State Trooper nightsticks…

* typed “tax” in over at Thesaurus.com

I Took A Day Off

Almost took tonight off too. I have fallen into an old habit – mass market mystery novels. Read one yesterday and I’m knee deep into number 2 today. I have my mother-in-law to thank for this, she also reads the same sort of crap and came back from the library with a stack of about a half dozen of ’em. Yesterday’s book was P is for Peril, as Sue Grafton works her way through the alphabet. Today I am reading Strawberry Sunday: A John Marshall Tanner Novel and tomorrow if all goes as planned I will be knee deep in Janet Evanovich’s Hard Eight, while Stephanie Plum is not a PI like the other two protagonists, she is a bounty hunter who gets thrust into a whole mystery solving thing. My favorite of this genre are Robert B. Parker’s Spenser novels. Man I wish I was half as tough and half quick with the snappy answers as Spenser is.

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Watched West Wing tonight so you know I have plenty of fodder for here on the absurdity of advertising, but I won’t do it. Instead, I keep coming back to a little thing I saw in this morning’s local paper about folks renewing their wedding vows, they were Alzheimer patients. Couldn’t help but thinking, “How often do they have to do that?” Insert your own insensitive remarks here