I had decided not to take my usual walk this morning when I got up because of the flare, but the outdoors was calling to me, so I walked. I'm glad I did, because I always feel better mentally. I noticed geese are coming back. Cardinals are very vocal now.
My innards are better today. At least it doesn't feel like a knife slicing my intestines anymore. Unsurpisingly I slept solidly last night, still in a dream when the alarm went off. I also took ibuprofen before bed for the pain. My problem is I have such a high tolerance for pain, that I let things get worse than they should because I don’t think it is painful enough to warrant medical attention. That's how I ended up in the hospital with sepsis. I'm trying to be better about it. I am continuing on a liquid diet today until all pain is gone. Prepping for a colonoscopy? Piece of cake when I have to do the all liquid diet regularly.
Today I have an oil change and tire rotation scheduled so I'm taking a long lunch. Maybe a car wash?? My car is in desperate need, but every time I drive by the carwash, there are 5+ cars lined up. Interesting fact, the thugs aren't washing their cars (or even cleaning off their back windows which is a dead giveaway of their vehicles.)
My resting heart rate is back down in the 60s. All through January when my anxiety over what was going on here was at its worst, my heartrate rarely got below 80, even if I was doing nothing but sitting or lying in bed! I am grateful for less anxiety. I go back and forth being on high alert and feeling normal though. The border patrol has left but I don’t think the other thugs have left. And they're going even lower than I thought possible, disguising themselves as construction workers, women with car troubles, uber drivers, etc. Zero identification. I believe this has something to do with a recent court ruling about an exception for something (I can't remember what) that allows them to circumvent policy if they are undercover. So now, they act as though every enforcement they are doing is an undercover activity. Real lowlifes.
Not much else.
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I get what you say about anxiety from time to time. I get it.