Better, Not Great

Slept through the night, fourteen hours with the usual waking to pee every few hours. Dehydrating. Feeling really bad, though no chest pains. Overall body fatigue, maybe the iron levels, maybe the sugar levels from a diet of fats and sugars, maybe the chicken and veggies The Commodore cooked up. I watched some TV and fell back to sleep for another three or four hours. Feeling chilled, bundled under covers in a sweat shirt and pants. Woke again, feeling tired and weak. Watched a bit more TV and decided to eat. Compromise. Feeling better, not great.

Nine days to the next doctor visit.

Narf. :}