Existing

 I'm still here, if anyone is wondering, spending my days in a sometimes painful, sometimes aching, sometimes nauseating fog. And mostly inside the house with the air conditioning on, because after one day of welcome clouds and wind and rain, we have returned again to the hellish heat wave.

I do seem to be adapting to the blood thinner, clopidogrel, but I'm still having plenty of trouble with the cholesterol lowering agent, which has now been switched to rosuvastatin. Even so, I can only bear this if I take Xanax at the same time and put myself to sleep. 

I watch a lot of TV at home, but I often find that I have missed half of whatever show I'm watching, as my brain has decided to go somewhere else. Where it goes nobody knows.

I sleep a lot.

The other day, I dreamed of my old dog Smokey. My goodness, how I loved that dog, and he loved me too. But in the dream he was back again and all was well and we were so filled with joy to be with each other again. Other people were there too. People I miss. People I love. It is indeed heaven, my friends. I have seen it.