Good doctor’s appointment.

I sincerely believe that I have entered the Twilight Zone. My new doctor, after looking at the records on my Red Cross donor card, and hearing about my past BP, said that she is very happy with my blood pressure. She balked at the number of meds that I had been on, and was overjoyed that I was able to bring my BP down through walking and through stress reduction. She agrees with me that NO medication is needed, as long as I follow through with the CPAP machine.

Eliminating my sleep apnea almost guarantees a drop in weight and blood pressure, along with an elevation in mood, alertness, and attention span.

They’re getting my old records from the office in Ypsi, including the order and fitting of the CPAP that I had done at the end of my last insurance way back when.

I’ve never come away from a doctor’s appointment so happy.

Webcomics sound like my friends.

If I didn’t know better, I’d say that today’s comic was written by .

Input and output.

I’ve been taking in a lot of input recently, and not producing a lot of output. I’ve been catching up on the issues of City Pulse that I’ve collected in my back pack, as well as the issues of Wired that finishes.

I think that I have been using input as a way to escape output.

The odd thing is that I’ve felt honestly accomplished when I have finished reading these things. I’ve felt -good- about it. I’ve smiled, and felt satisfied.

I don’t doubt that I need to scale down input and scale up output. I just…