The CHF isn't hard to deal with usually, and as long as I take my meds and do all the stuff I'm supposed to, all is well. I didn't do either. So, basically, fluids built up, and I'm drowning in my own juices. Yeah, I'm a moron. I've been reminded of it hourly by my family.
Breathing. It's a good thing
I'm still marooned here because I can't go up steps. I'm having a ramp built Monday morning, so I'll be able to crawl back into my hovel.
And I'll be able to play online without the nephew staring at me because World of Warcraft is without his whatever the heck it is he has, right now. I'm going out on a limb here, and presuming it is some sort of important warcraft.
Lastly, because I obsess about weird things, I have prepared a post to be put up in case I croak. It is a tear filled tribute to me. It is wrought with emotion and stuff. I'm hoping you don't get to read it soon, but it is there just in case.
I care about youse in perpetuity.