Slowing down

     I informed my manager as best I could, and just kept going.  I managed to get an appointment fairly quickly.  The place was a good 45 minutes away from me.
     Physically I was truly looking poorly.  No color in my face.  Walking any kind of distance tired me and forced me to stop.  Just because of the heart and the water retention.  Some how I also got a hernia.  Which is slightly resolved with me now.  It did require me to lie down at times and let it pop back in.
     My routines were also changing.  Where as I normally do my mornings in 15-30 min increments, this was changing because of my physical exhaustion.  I was now preparing the bathroom for my shower.  Preparing?  Yes!
     Typical shower tub set up.  It was taking an incredible amount of energy to lift my legs which were gathering water.  I was tired.  I'd get in the shower slowly, upon exiting, very carefully I'd promptly sit on the stool.  Where I'd pretty much do everything sitting down.  For me a shower is about 10 min; old memories of actually being timed "We've got a cesspool dammit" my dad would yell.  10-15 to do the rest.
     I was now becoming lethargic.  Often not so much out of breath but literally just sitting there gazing into nothing.  It was surreal.  Then had to unpack bathroom, slowly put stuff away.  I can only say it must have looked like a person walking underwater.  I did not have the energy or spunk I once had.  And it would get much worse.
     The other thing that was happening was my appetite.  It abandoned me.  Literally I forced myself to eat just because I had the where with all to know I needed it.  Breakfast; lunch were struggles.  I forged on.  Think it was then I started with the iron pills as prescribed by my GP Dr. poodle head.  ODD I CAN REMEMBER ALL THIS BUT AS IT SAYS IN THE LABELS THE DATING MAY BE OFF.  BUT THE DETAILS ARE NOT.  WISH NOW I'D DONE THIS SOONER, BUT THEN YOU WILL UNDERSTAND IN LATER ENTRIES WHY NOT.
     At work I knew I was slower but hopefully not to perceptibly.  Probably not until May when I just couldn't go in anymore.  No one said anything.  And to my co-workers credit, IF I needed help I received it without recrimination.  I was very lucky.  Never fowled up a project or even came close to missing one.  But damn I was tiring.  I'd even started to carry my cell phone.  So that when I had to stop in the middle of the hallway to catch my breath I could pretend to be reading a text message.  Of course my department knew better so I never did it in front of them.  Basically I've an old flip phone that has lasted me 10 years or so.  No camera, no texting, tiny antenna.  Great reception.  And Hell it's lasted, should I mention also that my bill never goes over $50 a month.  Yeah I know great deal.
     Dinners.  Just the facts.  The people I live with benefit from the fact that I must eat well.  They can live on crap food like no tomorrow.  So I generally cook.  Some nights I'd simply be to beat so I'd call for help.  Which I must say I received.  My brother in law was helpful.  Still does crap.  But I think even then it was undeniable that I was in trouble.  I started going to bed by 8 now.  Hoping the water pills would just kick in.
     Tomorrow with time, or maybe later tonight if I feel the urge I'll get on with the BUT Dr.