I Got A Treadmill Today
Dec. 29th, 2025 08:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
disappointed_lesbianAlthough I've continued to have crushed iron pills every day, I don't seem to be absorbing the iron as well these past few days. My dental pain has returned and I'm feeling rather chilly again. If I don't figure out a solution soon, things will worsen, I'm afraid, as my period has started again, and it's heavy again.
My sleep has worsened again and I'm not sure whether that's due entirely to being cold at night. Around the same time as I started to have symptoms of iron-deficiency anemia again, I also switched to half a melatonin pill.
This is a frustrating problem, largely because it should be easy to solve.
Today I got a small treadmill. Another thing being given away for free in town. Came across it late yesterday afternoon while out for a walk, hadn't wanted to walk that way because I have to cross a busy street where people ignore the traffic lights and have honked at me while I wait for the pedestrian walking signal to light up.
It was too far from home. I went back for it late this morning with my dolley, not knowing whether it would still be available. I rolled it across that busy street, the cracks in the road causing it to nearly bounce off the dolley, rolled it up the driveway of the local senior housing complex, to a local bus stop. Rode home on the local shuttle with it. That local shuttle is such a valuable service, a free ride. Getting the treadmill up the two flights of stairs to my apartment was more of a workout than I'll ever get while on the treadmill; it strained my back a little bit and made me glad that I lift weights.
This is an important addition to my home gym, something that will allow me to walk even when it's raining heavily, to exercise without dealing with the cold, traffic, and my neighbors (and their dogs), and to multitask in ways other than listening to podcasts while out walking.
Last night, I started reading Stephen King's Cell. It's pretty good so far; the action started off right in the first couple of pages. So far there's no explanation for why so many people have become violently insane, but the main character thinks that cell phones are involved.
I was afraid that I'd given myself chemical burns last time I did a skin peel. I mean, I guess technically I did, at least in the area around my mouth, since the peel clearly penetrated too deeply there. I wasn't so much worried about having been burned as I was worried about getting more pih from the burn. I had dark splotches around my mouth for a few days, but they scabbed and now they're gone. The skin that was underneath might still darken; I just need to make sure to take care of it with moisture and anti-melanin treatments.
I stole two rolls of toilet paper from a local public bathroom. I felt bad about it shortly afterwards, but, well, life goes on. Just before that, I spent too much money at the grocery store; almost eleven bucks. I have so little money that I have to worry about eleven bucks. The VA gives cost of living increases each year; I'm now getting a hundred and eighty bucks per month instead of one seventy-five. That's an extra sixty dollars a year. Not bad at all. I guess it's not really keeping up with the cost of living, though.
I feel like I'm finally able to get a story out of me, into text, and then, I hope, into a published book. I just tried to start, sitting next to my living room heater. Most of the keys on my laptop no longer work. I don't want to work here, standing at my desk, and I don't want to unplug this usb keyboard and take it over to the laptop. This keyboard isn't even comfortable to type on; the keys are too widely spaced. I'm still waiting on the children's keyboard I requested from DOR months ago. I wouldn't be surprised to find that no one's even ordered it. Or maybe it's because of the holidays that I haven't yet received it.
While I was sitting, I noticed an unusually wet feeling in my nether regions. The blood had so overrun the pad that I needed to bathe and change underwear. I'm bleeding so heavily that I need to wear one of my giant overnight pads. The mess is one thing; the likelihood that I'm losing shitloads of iron is worse. I don't want to go back to feeling like I'm freezing all the time.
Ok, time to do something productive.
My sleep has worsened again and I'm not sure whether that's due entirely to being cold at night. Around the same time as I started to have symptoms of iron-deficiency anemia again, I also switched to half a melatonin pill.
This is a frustrating problem, largely because it should be easy to solve.
Today I got a small treadmill. Another thing being given away for free in town. Came across it late yesterday afternoon while out for a walk, hadn't wanted to walk that way because I have to cross a busy street where people ignore the traffic lights and have honked at me while I wait for the pedestrian walking signal to light up.
It was too far from home. I went back for it late this morning with my dolley, not knowing whether it would still be available. I rolled it across that busy street, the cracks in the road causing it to nearly bounce off the dolley, rolled it up the driveway of the local senior housing complex, to a local bus stop. Rode home on the local shuttle with it. That local shuttle is such a valuable service, a free ride. Getting the treadmill up the two flights of stairs to my apartment was more of a workout than I'll ever get while on the treadmill; it strained my back a little bit and made me glad that I lift weights.
This is an important addition to my home gym, something that will allow me to walk even when it's raining heavily, to exercise without dealing with the cold, traffic, and my neighbors (and their dogs), and to multitask in ways other than listening to podcasts while out walking.
Last night, I started reading Stephen King's Cell. It's pretty good so far; the action started off right in the first couple of pages. So far there's no explanation for why so many people have become violently insane, but the main character thinks that cell phones are involved.
I was afraid that I'd given myself chemical burns last time I did a skin peel. I mean, I guess technically I did, at least in the area around my mouth, since the peel clearly penetrated too deeply there. I wasn't so much worried about having been burned as I was worried about getting more pih from the burn. I had dark splotches around my mouth for a few days, but they scabbed and now they're gone. The skin that was underneath might still darken; I just need to make sure to take care of it with moisture and anti-melanin treatments.
I stole two rolls of toilet paper from a local public bathroom. I felt bad about it shortly afterwards, but, well, life goes on. Just before that, I spent too much money at the grocery store; almost eleven bucks. I have so little money that I have to worry about eleven bucks. The VA gives cost of living increases each year; I'm now getting a hundred and eighty bucks per month instead of one seventy-five. That's an extra sixty dollars a year. Not bad at all. I guess it's not really keeping up with the cost of living, though.
I feel like I'm finally able to get a story out of me, into text, and then, I hope, into a published book. I just tried to start, sitting next to my living room heater. Most of the keys on my laptop no longer work. I don't want to work here, standing at my desk, and I don't want to unplug this usb keyboard and take it over to the laptop. This keyboard isn't even comfortable to type on; the keys are too widely spaced. I'm still waiting on the children's keyboard I requested from DOR months ago. I wouldn't be surprised to find that no one's even ordered it. Or maybe it's because of the holidays that I haven't yet received it.
While I was sitting, I noticed an unusually wet feeling in my nether regions. The blood had so overrun the pad that I needed to bathe and change underwear. I'm bleeding so heavily that I need to wear one of my giant overnight pads. The mess is one thing; the likelihood that I'm losing shitloads of iron is worse. I don't want to go back to feeling like I'm freezing all the time.
Ok, time to do something productive.
