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Saturday, July 25, 2020

             After driveway yoga, Elsa and I did some more walking. I didn't do too much. I am learning to use my right leg more.  My right inner thigh started to complain. Fantastic! This means I'm onto something new. I meditated and napped. 

            Then I sat down to fill in the spreadsheet for the Progressive Premium payments since 2018. Those premiums went up and down. There was little consistency from one period to another. I suspect now that the stonewalling I got from the agents results from not wanting to deal with this confusion.  It took me hours of work. Of course, I didn't know what I was looking for. There may be a claim in there. If not, I can make a complaint to the state insurance agency. 

            Saturday is my NPR shows. I spent most of the day doing housecleaning as I listened.  I didn't get any work done on the article, but I did generate a way of getting that conclusion written.  I will write the rough draft in an angry, impatient voice – and then revise it.

            My friend from my time in Ohio let me know she was going home after a month in the hospital. She was suffering from severe diarrhea, and several organs were going the way of all flesh.  No one knew what the problem was.  They figured it out yesterday: it was her blood medication that was causing all these problems.  

            So many people couldn't be happier to take medications.  My Mike was that way.  It is possible that the medications he took for years and years and years caused his kidney failure and his pancreatitis. No, I'm not angry at him. I followed my own path, and sometimes, it backfired. I have harmed myself while trying to do good. For my part, I'd rather go down following my own path than follow advice I'm not comfortable with.  

            Recently my doctor put me on statins. Other doctors have tried before. I agreed to take a low dosage.  What I discovered was that the medication made me feel weird. It did something to my muscles.   When I told Dorothy about it, she told me that she had the same medication reaction. She said she'd rather die earlier than suffer on the medication.

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