oh well, and other rhetorics

remember when RealTime™ used to be full of fun and irreverence and carefree romps through meaningless diatribes, massive missives, and alliterative literary tomfoolery?...

where?...

oh yeah, if only the mob (or mod or mom or M&D or some other imaginary friends or lovers or typo or something like that, or someone, even) was around to throw stones or laugh or do something to remind me... if only there was a mob, aye?... ahem, and all...

meanwhile, in RealLife™ in RealSpace™ in RealTime™, life seems to be a series of redundant challenges of late and the annoying part is the redundancy (and it's all quite UnReal™ to be precisely ironic or funny or punny, or something)...

after a relatively decent sleep of at least 12 hours, I wake with overall body achiness and a BP of 189/100 with a sleepy pulse of 47 and then, half hour late, 154/94 with the same sleepy 47 pulse... paging Dr. Kildare... day three of this ridiculously high BP is new to me as it's never been higher than about 150/95 before and that was when I was 30 pounds heavier and only on rare occasions... why did I change meds again?... oh yeah, kidneys... but why did I start meds again?... oh yeah, to lower that occasionally high BP... why are the meds having the opposite effect again?...

I'm also feeling quite bloated... probably cuz the diet this week (six consecutive days now) was more normal than ever and only one trip to the gym and a gain of ten pounds (I hope that's all - and do I actually go work out and run 7+ miles an hour for an hour with BP as high as it is?) and worse of all, the body may have become dependant on the diuretic that I stopped last week (no wonder I feel like it's drowning from the inside... and I'm not drinking nearly as much water as I usually do either), unless I've come down with some rare exotic disease that only the fictitious Dr House could possibly diagnosis after 55 minutes of sarcastic sardonic ascerbic humor that almost nobody gets, but where's a dedicated doctor like that in real life these days, aye?...

meanwhile, at work, my fresh out of the box 3 year old computer is laying fdlat on it's side in the middle of the office floor because there's no bracket to hold the old hard drive, which is not the slave drive, in it and there's metal contacts that would touch metal contacts it we stood it up right and put it next to the desk and out of the way where it belongs... so I have to step over it to get to my desk in the already small office and can't bring the chart rack in and the mouse and keyboard cords don't reach so I must stretch left to use the computer and after a few hours the neck and back are stiff, so work continues to pile up...

the achy body from the high B/P or whatever is causing the overall muscle aches doesn't help... nor does the overall fatigue... I sound like an old person, which really sucks almost as much as it amuses me, though the suckage is rising and the amusement is decreasing cuz it's a joke that's getting old fast, and not even the pun is helping much, yuk, yuk, blugh...

yeah, I know, what can be said...

I'll hopefully have better news and something more positive to write about in RealTime™ tomorrow (or tonight, considering the actual RealTime™ of this writing as opposed to the time stamped on the entry, but shhhh, that's a top secret stuff thing, ya know?... wow, look at that pretty butterfly)...

are we having fun yet? :)