The air conditioner drip morphed into Niagara Falls so I called the office and got the A team to come look. Their diagnosis The move unleashed all sorts of crud into the air, which puts me on the edge of another lung infection. I expect the worst.
First an electric company snafu, now a water woe: another leak in the apartment main. I have not taken a tally, but I would bet this makes the 10th or so time this year with no water. Oh and did I mention the humidity causes my refrigerated central air conditioner to freeze and melt? To combat the melt cycle, two pans from the kitchen catch the drips from around the air intake thingy. Night before last I ran the air conditioner all night and both drip pans ran over. Thus a carpet mess, too.
The humidity means I have a hard time breathing. I put off chores except the most critical ones. So now the apartment looks like I do not care about my environment.
I went to renew my driver's license this morning. (Every 12 years you have to appear in person, otherwise I do it online.) I arrived at the DPS building at 7:45. The line consisted of about 30 or so people. Since I am a people watcher, the time went by quickly. I got to share with the worker about PH. I got to fill out three additional pages of paperwork -- one for PH, one for COPD and one because I had pneumonia. I also had my vision checked. Thank goodness I got new glasses. The young man took my picture without my glasses, I paid him a fee and I was outta there. The whole process took about two hours.
I made a pot of stew, cleaned the bathroom as best I could without water, and swept the kitchen. Now if I just had some water, I could wash the dishes. Yes, I am short of breath but sometimes the mess overrules SOB.
After the first week of EPL, I am in third place. "Average," the name of the competitor to make head to head weeks possible, got second. Joe, who won last year, was tops this week. Hopefully J can take average's place this week.
Last night the skies dumped a payload over my apartment. The electricity went off about 7:40. Fortunately my POC was mostly charged. Of course, my CPAP had no power. I slept fitfully and finally got up around 2:40. The power came back on as I contemplated trying to find my power cord for my Tyvaso in the dark, mixing today's brew and then going to my car to do my first treatment of the day.
I am thankful for the rain but feel like poop today so I am headed back to bed.
My muscles and joints shout at me and have done so for awhile. At first, Doc thought the pain came from the statin I took. I switched drugs. More pain. Still believing the pain came from the statin, Doc put me on another drug but told me to wean myself off the higher dose of the depression drug first. The lower dose of the depression med might end the dizziness, which also bothers me lately.
I have not yet started the statin but have been off the higher dose of depression med for about two weeks. At first I believed pulling weeds brought on this bout of muscle and joint aches. I did nothing for two days. Aches there still. Basically, this eliminates statins and weeds. Dizziness no longer seems an issue.
I did wake up with a sense of dread however. Do I need more depression med? I will wait to see.
I spent many hours watching the Olympics. In my previous life, I read about the games but only caught the highlights.
I want to know more about the gold medal winners from the smaller countries like the Dominican Republic. Yes, that country won a gold medal in track and field. I want to know more about the events most Americans know nothing about, such as race walking. I want to know about the countries that participate but have never won.
When did slapping hands after every point start? Or striking poses after winning? When did diving begin and I do not mean from a platform? The refs, for the most part, let the athletes play. Observers know when one player falls down the offender throws his hands in the air as if to say "Not me. I did nothing."
Though I am unsure about the validity of dressage as a sport, I love to watch the horses prance, particularly when they move diagonally across the arena. I am reminded of this guy in cartoons. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MsROL4Kf8QY
Other countries look up to the United States. The players imitate our sports heroes. I think America should use that influence to better relations with all countries. We should be gracious winners. Yes, we won a gazillion medals but we should extend a hug or handshake to the losers who tried their best to knock off the giant. How many of the opposing athletes knew before they mounted the balance beam they would not win? Yet these countries, large and small, continue to send athletes to the games on the chance of an upset and a little PR.
I enjoyed watching the outdoor events because historic London served as a backdrop. I remember seeing in person many of the sites the runners passed. I would love to visit the city again and see some of the additions since the 1980s.
What will we remember about this Olympics? The Blade Runner? The Chinese hurdler? The relay runner with the broken leg? The U.S. Women's Soccer Team? Michael Phelps with his bat wing arms winning more gold?
How does a winning college basketball coach feel about coaching pro players who basically kill the opposition without direction? How do the players feel about the coach and his strategy?
How do the Olympics fit into our sports obsessed society? What do you think, Dude?
I got out of bed like someone who runs every morning and likes it. I accomplished a task list that would stun a professional. Not bragging you understand, but I cleaned the bathroom, swept the kitchen, washed the dishes, changed the linens on the bed, and showered all before 9 a.m. Not bad.
I had a hot date with my friend to pay bills, buy groceries and, oh yes, eat. She picked me up about 10:30. After a couple of trips to a couple of places and several other stops, she helped me carry groceries and cat litter into the apartment about 4:30.
A pinched nerve causes her much pain right now, so I did the legwork today. I went into the various businesses to pay her bills.
I cannot say with certainty I will be able to get out of bed tomorrow, but at least I do not have plans if that proves the case.
Mexico and Brasil play for the Olympics gold medal in soccer tomorrow. Watching soccer should count for some exercise, right? After all, I have to get out of the bed and walk to the living room. The guys play so hard for 90 minutes, I am sure watching them will count toward exercise, right?
The new EPL season begins a week from tomorrow. Would you consider dumping Lamps? I will not.