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Thursday. When I got up this morning I looked at some of the side effects listed on this Advair inhaler I restarted yesterday. Coughing was one of the symptoms. Dry mouth. A list of others, but I had at least three epic coughing sessions last night along with the dry mouth that dwarf anything I've had in the past. Well, maybe I've had some like this in the past, but were they the result of starting this stuff the first time around? We'll see how the next couple of days go. I need to talk to these doctors again, see if we're still on the same page.
To breakfast, the knee still gimp. Better, but not ready for walking yet. I think I'll do a short trip around my block here later, see if it needs something more in the way of an outing. How long does a bang to your knee take to heal? I can feel it making progress, but slowly, and I do have a couple of things I'd like to photograph on Saturday. At this pace it isn't going to happen.
Otherwise the bubble is still the bubble. I'm not sure how much of it is caused by whatever long term sinus-upper palate problems I've been having and how much might be caused by the meds. If any of it is caused by the meds. We are going around in circles here, not good, grasping at straws. Maybe a month in the desert somewhere with nothing but the basic blood pressure and blood thinner prescriptions and see what happens by dropping the rest. Clean air. If there is any clean air left in the desert. Are we seeing a certain archness here? A certain prickly attitude developing toward the world? Might be good if we did. Get me out of my rut. My bubble. But this is dragging on.
Later. A walk over to the lake, the same walk I took Sunday, sitting on a bench right beside the lake for ten minutes, sitting on a bench farther on by the white columns for another ten minutes, however many minutes shuffling out, down and between. Shuffling at a faster pace, letting the lower leg swing forward and back at the knee a bit, the most trouble walking down the hill rather than on flat or going up. So whatever, wherever the damage in located, it really doesn't like walking down hills. It doesn't much like walking at all quite yet, but downhill's it dislikes special.
Later still again. A nap until three, still this tired bubble headed feeling. For now many months have I been writing that? And if I go back and read one of those older bubble headed epics, what was I really saying, did it really feel like it does now, have there really been any changes? And those periods in between? Did I feel better? How much better? What's better? Circles, I think. Silly circles, daily, on the web.