First, there was therapy.

I told Doc Costin all about Doctor Andrew Smith and his dismissal of my high lactic acid levels as not really worth his time to investigate.

This was my first chance to tell him about it as I did not have therapy last Thursday. I didn’t know that, though. I am sure he told me he would be away that week, but I completely forgot, and so I waited for a call that never came,

Ideally, he would call to remind me of these deviations in routine, but realistically we are both absentminded due to age (him much moreso than me) so the odds of that are low.

Whatever. I figured it out eventually.

So we talked it over. I can’t say I came out of the session with much in the way of new information or fresh insights or the like, but honestly, it feels really good to tell people about my plight and my grievances no matter who I am telling.

Doctor Andrew Smith better watch the fuck out, is what I am saying, Because I will keep telling people until he pays for what he did to me.

This shit could have permanent repercussions for my health. I might never get the strength in my muscles that I’ve lost. I might end up needing a wheelchair to get around because this asshole didn’t think me worth the hassle of treating.

And it could get far worse than that. The disorder could attack my heart, or my kidneys or my liver. I could get much, much sicker than I am now.

And if I do, I will make sure that Doctor Andrew Smith pays dearly for treating my life as disposable in favour of his getting on with his day and treating someone worthwhile.

Anyhow, after therapy I had a rough afternoon because I have fallen into this awful (and sadly familiar) pattern where when I am sitting at this a-here computer of mine, I get very very sleepy.

And not the sick kind of sleepy. No, it’s the nice, soft, warm, cozy, healthy kind of sleepiness which I treasure because of its promise of good sleep.

But when I lay down, the sleepiness drains out of me like sand through an hourglass and I go from nicely sleepy to medium awake to tense to the point of pain in less than half an hour.

So then I have to get up, the hourglass flips over, and the cycle begins anew.

This is extremely frustrating. Clearly I need the sleep, but something is happening when I lay down to fill me with tension and irritation and drive the sleep away.

I assume it’s something to do with breathing and/or oxygen levels.

Right now, I am mostly focused on my doctor’s appointment at 11 am tomorrow where I will get a B12 shot (glee!) and learn the results of my recent lactic acid test.

Big numbers, no whammies.

Oh, and there is one more thing on my mind : what’s the best computer chair?

More after the break.

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The other weird thing

The other weird thing about today is that, out of the blue, my big sister Catherine messaged me on Facebook today and told me that my late father had a life insurance policy worth $10K and that I was going to get my share of it, which is of course $2K.

So I got two thousand bucks coming my way as soon as she gets some technical issues ironed out.

Which is why I am thinking computer chairs. If I could get myself a really good computer chair that’s comfy and cozy and has excellent back support, that could make a huge difference in my life.

I’m also pondering monitors. Playing my games in higher def sounds real good to me. Not only would everything be prettier and more realistic, there’s a pretty good chance the games would literally be easier on the eyes as well.

More detail equals less squinting, after all. As does a physically larger monitor.

So I got some ideas.

I could also get one of the neato new VR consoles. But my friend Maelkoth says they are still mostly a gimmick. That there is only one game made specifically to be VR, which is Half-Life : Alyx, and that other games implement VR very poorly, and that even the golden angel choir inducing holy of holies, Skyrim VR, is quite buggy,.

So I am not going to go buying a VR unit any time soon. I will, however, look into renting or borrowing one so I can test it out and see for myself whether I think it’s worth whatever hassles I might need to endure to use it.

Now I know what you might be thinking, and don’t worry, I looked it up.

Specifically, I looked up whether I needing to worry about the government clawing back my windfall by deducting it from my check.

Consensus seems to be “no”. It qualifies as an inheritance and inheritances are exempt from being deducted.

Phew! That would have sucked.

That does mean, through, that I really should declare said income on that monthly statement thing that I haven’t thought about in like nine years.

Suppose I’d need to get one first.

My general policy has been to stay under the government’s radar. I figure when it comes to government bureaucracy in general and social assistance in particular, the less they notice you, the better.

So it will take a certain amount of faith and trust to declare this income. And as patient readers know, faith and trust are not my strong suits.

Cynicism and paranoia are more on-brand for me.

So we will see.

The main point is, I am getting some serious ca$h, and I am going to do my best to use it to make my life better.

Maybe via major purchases.

Maybe via small indulgences.

Probably a mixture of the two.

Either way, things are looking up for me.

And that makes me happy.

I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.