Mojo to errbody.
I'm in a pretty weird headspace. Work is a little bit in the doldrums, which is common for summer, with my clients going on vacation. Since I'm self-employed, that means less dosh, but that's OK, it's sorta like an unpaid vacay. I'm 66, but still working "full time," however, as I and very small client base "age out" (I had a client, younger than I am, die a year or so ago), I expect the income to slow, but will put off getting Social Security income until its maxxed. I did go on Medicare at 65 so, while I'm still getting used to the transition from (my wife's) private health insurance, that in itself is a big monthly savings.
But speaking of health, haha, what a fecking mess.
My blood pressure and pulse rate are just all over the map. A week or so ago I woke up and felt like my heart was racing, put on the blood pressure cuff and my pulse was over 100, and when it stayed high for several hours, I went in to a doc-in-a-box, had an EKG, but they couldn't find anything wrong. My daughter (who's a traveling invasive cardiovascular technologist) thinks I have POTS (Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome), but I'm not sure how that explains my heart racing for several hours straight, since it shouldn't tie to any postural change. But meanwhile my BP has ranged from normal to really low, this morning it was 80-something over 60-something. I'm on a minimal dose BP med (metoprolol) but when it gets scary low I skip it.
Meanwhile, my teeth/jaw are totally fecked from the radiation I had 13 years ago. My lower jaw was rebuilt with veins from my ankle and a piece (the top of the Iliac Crest, for those of you scoring at home) of my hip, and has "shifted" over time so the lower teeth don't meet up with the upper teeth correctly, and my gums are receding despite all sorts of daily stuff designed to combat tooth problems, including "dental trays" kinda like athletic mouthguards, that I fill in with flouride gel every night to try to erase tooth decay from the rads. And since my teeth are now brittle AND no longer meet up correctly, the bottom teeth have
majorly chipped one of the upper incisors,
right in front, of course. I'm going to see about getting that fixed, but options are limited because the radiation fucks up blood flow in bones/teeth, and if one gets work done, it might never heal back. Oh, and did I mention that the flouride "trays" nightly treatment also stains the teeth? Because that, too. Just lovely.
But wait, there's more!
When Mrs. Krashpad and I went on our dream vacay to France in March, on the plane on the way over, afterward, my left ear wouldn't un-pop from the plane ride, and I lost a significant amount of hearing. Although my ENT didn't tell me, in reading my online record, he's written to my GP thinking the ear thing could be a cholesteatoma, which is noncancerous but nevertheless destructive growth in the middle ear. There's no cure, the only thing they can do is operate, to try to remove it. That has not been brought up with me, but is on the horizon. Hven't even mentioned this with Mrs. Krashpad yet.
So, wait, although the ear thing isn't cancer...
I recently got pissed at my urologist (see what I did there), and switched to a different one. As part of their "incoming patient" routine, I had a pelvic MRI. Now, I have had PSA numbers fluctuating between "high normal" and "kinda scary" for years, and am meds for that too. But the MRI result was not good. Results have 5 possible levels:
Level 1:
highly unlikely that clinically significant cancer is present
Level 2:
unlikely that clinically significant cancer is present
Level 3:
equivocal that clinically significant cancer is present
Level 4:
likely that clinically significant cancer is present
Level 5:
highly likely that clinically significant cancer is present
So, 1 good, 5 bad.
I'm a 4. So now I gotta have a biopsy minor operation to see for sure whether there's cancer or not. And obviously if there is, undergo treatment for that.
Because I've had my PSA on monitoring for years this is not a huge surprise or shock, but it'd sure be cool if I could catch a motherfecking break and not get cancer a second time.
Short version/tldr: BP/Pulse. Toofies. Ear owie-toma/operation. Prostate cancer biopsy.
So there's all that. And you know, that kinda effects shit.
I did just sell a 100W Peavey 2x12, that I bought for $75 USD, for $300. Which was a pretty damn good return on investment (sold within six months of having bought). Plus more space freed up in garage.
And missus and I just went for a 4-day weekend to Cali to visit the daughter. which included a day trip to Lake Tahoe, with her, which was great. First time I'd been to Cali (and momentarily Nevada) since I was a kid in the late 60's.