Whitmer beat El-Sayed as a shock to fucking nobody. Establishment Dems win again.
Vacation was wonderful, a few days of Lake Michigan sun and sand does wonders for me.
I'm wearing a long-term remote cardiac monitor that is supposed to be just as accurate as a full ICU hookup with just one small stick on sensor and no wires. I'm wearing it in the hopes that we can correlate my increased symptoms with an abnormal heart rhythm that we can then treat. But given that when we look at past data I'm in normal heart rhythm less than 50% of the time, I don't think that this is a primarily electrical problem.
It's my belief that this is lots of little things all progressing and finally coming to a head. I have been walking a narrowing razor edge for years and it's finally gotten too sharp. The increased fluid that I need to keep the passages into and out of my heart open also causes a different passage to close up and my lungs to fill with that same fluid. When I am dry I can barely move from fatigue, when I am overloaded I wheeze pink mucus.
I apologize if this is oversharing. This is the fight I have been having daily since mid-march. It took almost two months of missed work and numerous ER visits to even get the ball rolling on the more intensive diagnostic work and referrals.
I survive. Today I finally took care of some administrative stuff (Shoutout to steve and the DMV) that had been piling up for a while. Later I am going to get an oil change, make falafel for dinner and share it with my fiancee and her siblings, hopefully one of mine if I can get his ass out of bed before 7 PM.
We have only been in the new house for three months and I want to move. Our friends on the west side of the state kept showing us rental properties while we were visiting and made it seem damn attractive. The cost of living is so much lower that for what I am paying right now to rent part of a 3bed/2ba in Ann Arbor I could have an entire 4bed/4ba, fully furnished house with brand spanking new kitchen, bathrooms and a 2 acre back yard.
The minute I feel comfortable working 40 hours again I am done with this urban lifestyle bull. I'm going to live by the beach, play my guitar, jump in the lake every day from when it thaws to when it freezes. At this point in my life I feel semi-retired. I'm on fixed means, have lots of 'free' time, and I am medically required to take it easy. It's a confusing thing to be facing when I feel as though I should be looking and sounding a lot more like blackbootz over there. (Congrats bud! Bring ethical behavior to corporate finance! Save us all!) Planning for the future is hard to the point of being impossible because there are so many things out of my control. No financial goal makes sense really when the RPS is still in school for another year ish, I still have my own student debt, and I continue to have random, shockingly high expenses even with my bougie-ass health plan. I keep being told that I am not going to have a heart transplant any time soon and simultaneously it's the only treatment modality available with current tech.
Choir starts back up September 17 and I'm very very ready.