Almost to level 50 WOOT

The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray.  I posted Happy Mother’s Day to my mom here on Mother’s Day and for some reason she didn’t get to read THAT post.  So, last night I got a concerned call from my mom; she wanted to make sure I was ok.  And then she wanted to complain I didn’t wish her Happy Mother’s Day.  I told her I posted it, which you all know I did.  She sees EVERY other post I make, just misses the one where I wish her Happy Mother’s Day.  DOH.   Oh well, I wished her a belated Happy Mother’s Day over the phone as well as my timely post.  It got covered.

I feel better overall.  Hip is a dull minor ache, that’ll go away.  Shoulder’s are just a little tender still.  The crappy feeling from the baby shots seems to have faded.   And even my knee feels a bit better.  And my cough has taken to being a minor annoyance.  So, all in all I feel pretty good.

Next Mayo day is June 7th.  They wrote me a message and actually asked me to pick a day between Thursday and Friday.  Well, since Fridays are less crowded at Mayo, I chose Friday, the 7th.  I have no clue what this appointment is for, that’s a lie, I know that part of the reason for this appointment is to talk to a pulmonologist and to do yet another pulmonary function test.   See if they can figure out why I am coughing.   But my cough is getting better, so maybe I can weasel out of the pulmonary testing and out of seeing the pulmonologist.  I don’t want to see another specialist who won’t hear anything in my lungs; my lungs are clear.  Bah.  Stupid waste of a visit.

210 was a short lived weight, that same day I was back down to 208.4.  So, I am going to assume, I weigh somewhere around 209 when you average it all out.

Now that is thunder.  It’s storming here.   Love spring storms.   Let it rain and thunder.  It’s all good.  Makes things green and batters down the pollen count.

Skyrim:  My khajitt is almost level 49.  Finished the Thieves’ Guild quests, got the Thieves’ Guild back in order,  got the cool Guild Master’s armor and everything.  All that is left, is the Companions questline, and the Vampire questlines.  Think I am going to do the Companions today.  I have no interest in doing the Dawnguard questline again right now.  The companion questline might just bounce me to level 50 and the achievement.  She also has all but 3 of the shouts completely unlocked, 2 from the companions questline ad one from the Dawnguard questline, so yeah, I will do the quests, it’s just such a long questline but I want to unlock all the original shouts.  Yeah, I am still having fun playing this Khajitt.

I hate being stuck in a depression.  Especially a lengthy one.  I much prefer my hypo-manics.  Oh well, welcome to my bipolar.   Every once in a great while I get stuck in a depression and there is nothing I will let them do about it.  Not that I have anyone to do anything about it anyway.  I’m beginning to suspect that I am never going to hear from that psychiatrist and I am going to be sans shrink for a while.

The only other problem I have is the mouth and hand tremors.  I don’t notice the mouth tremors, except the drool.  The hands tremors suck.  Chris (the PA) is going to refer me to a neurologist to see if they can figure out why I have these tremors and maybe do something about them.   I would say, “Yay, another doctor” but I so don’t feel up to seeing another specialist.  He’ll (or she’ll) just put me on a anti-Parkinson’s med and send me on my way.  No I do not have Parkinson’s, but it’s how they treat tremors.  They are going to mess with my meds more.  Yay.

So, overall, life is pretty good.  Things could have turned out a lot worse.  Last year at this time I had a the biggest catheter I have ever seen shoved up my penis and it was blowing water into my kidneys and sucking it out.  It hurt, it was uncomfortable, it was weird, and I never want that to happen again.  Now I am trying to determine if I am going to eat a real breakfast and hold out for lunch (lunch probably).  And my biggest concern is losing Marcurio as my follower in Skyrim and having to rehire him.   LOL.

Author: Jeff Campbell

I am 50 year old guy, who beat blood cancer but is getting his butt kicked by bone marrow cancer. At this point it appears I am dying. Married and in love with the most wonderful woman in the world (27 years). She has stood by me thru a lot of crap and I love her so.

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