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So far, so good
Jun. 7th, 2023 08:32I injected the Repatha yesterday afternoon and keep waiting for any side effects. So far there have been none which is wonderful news. If it does what it is supposed to do, my circulatory system will be happy. I doubt I'll receive any positive benefits other than, you know, living a while longer.
Today is a quiet day which is why I decided to start the new med yesterday. If necessary I could just stay in bed. But I've been up, walked Zoe and am watching women's quarter finals of the French Open. Later today I've got my lunch with the 'brain trust' gang of four. A good day.
I've had a change in the dog walking gig at the Ranch. After having some problems with four of the bigger dogs and being denied when I requested a change in the way I take them out and put them back in their apartments I now no longer walk them. There are 130 other dogs I can walk and much as I miss them and feel badly that the big four don't get walked as much I decided it was too dangerous for them and me.
It is a guy thing that I don't say it is too hard. It is hard for me to turn away, to say, 'no, they are too big.' The connotation in my mind is I'm too weak. The fact that I turn 70 in a couple of months and should be accepting more of my limitations really doesn't much compute with me. I've always just taken a lap when I'm hurt, kept going when I didn't feel well, pushed through. Now it takes a month or more to heal a cut that used to take five days to heal. Which means that stuff inside the skin needs a lot more time to heal too.
Always a learning process.
Today is a quiet day which is why I decided to start the new med yesterday. If necessary I could just stay in bed. But I've been up, walked Zoe and am watching women's quarter finals of the French Open. Later today I've got my lunch with the 'brain trust' gang of four. A good day.
I've had a change in the dog walking gig at the Ranch. After having some problems with four of the bigger dogs and being denied when I requested a change in the way I take them out and put them back in their apartments I now no longer walk them. There are 130 other dogs I can walk and much as I miss them and feel badly that the big four don't get walked as much I decided it was too dangerous for them and me.
It is a guy thing that I don't say it is too hard. It is hard for me to turn away, to say, 'no, they are too big.' The connotation in my mind is I'm too weak. The fact that I turn 70 in a couple of months and should be accepting more of my limitations really doesn't much compute with me. I've always just taken a lap when I'm hurt, kept going when I didn't feel well, pushed through. Now it takes a month or more to heal a cut that used to take five days to heal. Which means that stuff inside the skin needs a lot more time to heal too.
Always a learning process.