Need A Minder
Monday. I did get to bed early last night, I did spend a half hour or so with a Netflix movie on the tablet, but still turned the lights out by ten and trundled off to sleep. Trundled is probably not the best description of the process, but we got it done. Up with the alarm without any problem and off to breakfast, some clouds up there not quite hiding the sun. So much for thunderstorms today (he said confidently from this limited observation), the eye exam and the guitar lesson will have to provide the day's excitement their place.
Later. A bit tired, not looking forward to driving over to the Summit hospital area for the eye exam, more me and my by now not so new “don't want to drive” attitude than anything meaningful. Still, out the door in good order and on to the appointment, the doctor saying everything was wonderful (for an old guy getting along in age). OK. Pretty good. No complaints.
Home to then lie down, still feeling tired. The blood pressure came in at 100 over 68, I probably shouldn't have taken the med last night. It's obviously not straightening itself out and I'm going to have to come up with a new, lower dosage routine.
A walk to Perkins along Grand with the guitar over the shoulder to be sure that if my usual bus doesn't come I'll be at Perkins where a second bus stops and will allow me to make my appointment on time. Pictures passing the construction site, dump trucks have obviously been carting away the earth today and they're showing progress. I'm assuming they've now reached what will be the basement garage floor.
The bus was late, but it did arrive. Late, but no complaints. A chicken salad at Genji's in the Rotunda building before walking to what's left of Latham Square to sit for twenty minutes out in the sun at a table before heading on to the lesson. Did I do well? My teacher and I will never tell.
Home on the bus, still tired, to lie down on the bed for another hour, up now that it's five in the afternoon to decide what to do with the remainder of the day. We'll skip the evening blood pressure med, the pressure is obviously too low, and think of something other than spaghetti for dinner. Finally caving in and deciding on spaghetti may take me well into the evening. Yes, I know: strange. Even stranger to me, let me tell you.
Evening. Better. An extra one of the little pain meds and now the sinuses have started to behave. Nothing on television, I've read too many news stories to read more and so I'm thinking of picking up where I left off in one of the books I have lying in various stages of completion on the bed.
You've said that now too many times in the past now for anyone to pay you attention.
True. We do go on. One hopes, however, we will go on harmlessly for quite some time before we need a minder.