Monday, April 28th, 2025 morning thoughts.

Everything is hacked. This computer, the 'smart TV' that we bought from the middle-aisle at WalMart a few years ago. That profoundly almost-completely silent (read: useless!) Samsung 'smart' phone. 🙄 But I am persuaded that God (being Eternal) has had a special little plane of Hell created specifically for hackers since the beginning of Time; their day of Judgment IS coming and the only One Who could stop it probably won't. Hackers, sexual predators, animal abusers, mail thiefs... 😎

aka "DELUSION" - ALL of you. are only on the LEFT, the other does NOT exist outside of Reality.

Good morning, et cetera, dear Reader, and welcome to this small portion of American cyberspace at just a few minutes after four a.m. at the start of this entry here in the Mountain Standard time zone. Since finally going to the emergency room yesterday, today is the first day in recent memory that I did not have to immediately take two nebulizer breathing treatments first thing after waking up, which is a wonderful thing. The attending physician gave me some intravenous long-acting steroid yesterday; the shot itself was strange. The nurse sent a portion of it into the IV and waited, and repeated that two or three times before the syringe was emptied; not long afterward, I felt some bizarre tingling in various places all over my body (and was told not to worry, that it's completely normal). And, though it seemed to take a while to start working in earnest, by the time I woke up this morning, the improvement is readily apparent for which I am very grateful. 😇

Starting today, there are three days of oral Prednisone, four more days of Azithromycin (which, strangely, does work on pulmonary inflammation for whatever reason), some benzonatate with three beautiful refills, et cetera; those are the only three 'new' ones added to my list of 14/15? that I take every day.
 
And, even though I just spent some time re-reading all 14 pages of the patient discharge paperwork, the name of the intravenous, long-acting steroid just isn't listed (oh, well). 

I'm taking a breathing treatment now, but at least got to be awake and have a cup of coffee first today. 😏

In the discharge paperwork, the patient is encouraged to seek immediate emergency medical attention if confusion occurs, but I submit to you that, if I become super-irritable then, for me, that's a sign as well. There's never a good excuse for deliberately bad behavior including mine; I'm just saying that, now that I'm not just barely-alive and struggling for every breath, I'm also not seething with rage, either. It's totally incumbent upon me to be aware, make that decision, and go in (to be seen) right then.

 I do not know why I wait so long before giving in and getting help? Well, sometimes it's like "oh, if I just do this or that and/or wait and see, maybe I'll get better..." and, maybe that worked when I was younger, but even if it did, that tactic is failing more and more as time progresses and this body inches closer to failing once and for all (which is just a truly normal part of Life; it's what happens to one and all). It's like with that last heart attack (in January) and I waited so long to be seen that my troponin was over 6K by the time I got there. Anyway, like I said yesterday: I am one of so many who qualify to be a poster-child for grave imperfection, where do I sign up?

After the hospital last night, when we got home, Terry and I were talking and I told him that I realize that I will probably pass away the way (both of) my mothers did and that is, you go in to the hospital to be seen, but lo and behold, that is when the Lord has decided to call you Home, and you just don't leave the way you came in. I feel like maybe half of all natural deaths probably go that way; working at a hospital (or almost any medical facility for that matter) must be psychologically/emotionally difficult for everyone there, from the Janitor to the CEO but especially for those in service as medical professionals at all levels. Anyway, any time that Jesus wants to call me Home, it's fine; to live is Christ and to die is truly gain. But I don't want Terry to find me, I think it'd be better to be in the hospital instead. Poor man, he's so kind and patient, so sweet and gentle and loving: his strength is much, much greater than mine.

So here is today's Proverb:

Proverbs 28 ESV

And I hope that it blesses you, dear Reader. Thank you for your time; if you pray, please lift me up as it is abundantly clear that I am in desperate need, and thank you. 
Be blessed. 💜