I’m going to speak with a sleep specialist today. It’s about time. My cardiologist thinks I could have sleep apnea. I agree. Last night I woke gasping for air and choking again. This happens occasionally, and of course, there are all the other sleep issues I have. I wake in the middle of the night several times a week and can’t go back to sleep.

I received the most detailed questionnaire I’ve ever seen. I filled it out last night. They asked everything from Do you wet the bed? to Do you feel as if you disappoint others? Yes, I disappoint others! All the time. The question should be Do you care. The answer would be yes, but only about fifty percent of the time. When I was younger, I cared one hundred percent of the time. I call that progress.

This morning, before I meet with the sleep specialist, I have to get an INR blood test. I have to do this every week. An INR measures the blood’s ability to clot.

The higher your INR is, the longer it takes your blood to clot. In other words, as the INR increases above a given level, the risk of bleeding and bleeding-related events increases. On the other hand, as the INR decreases below a given level, the risk of clotting events increases.

Source: Clot Care

A healthy person should have a reading around 1. My target range is between 2 and 3. It was a little high last week – 3.6. As a result I had a couple of nose bleeds and I noticed a few bruises. They lowered my dosage. Hopefully I’ll hit my target range this week.

So that’s what I’m doing today. We plan to stop at a new development on the way home. It’s one of those 55-plus communities. At least one of the homeowners has to be 55 or older (got it covered) and you can not have a permanent resident under 19 (no problem there). I’m not sold on this idea or the location of the development. I like the area where we live now, but here’s the rub.

They do have a floor plan that I like very much, and our area has a limited amount of one level homes. VERY LIMITED! Our choices are few. So we’re going to check it out. Herm has already seen it and he’s mentioned it several times to me. This will be my first look.

And one more thing. After almost 41 years of marriage, I’ve never told Herman what I weigh. NEVA! Silly but true. The cat is out of the bag now. The revelation of my weight is the worst casualty of these danged health issues. Every time I turn around I have to fill out some doggone form, and suddenly he’s become a compulsive form reader because he doesn’t want to be left in the dark. That’s fine and I appreciate how he’s feeling, but for crying out loud, there are some things a man should remain in the dark about and my weight is one of them.

That’s all for today. Have a good one, you guys.


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