It's official: I am now middle-aged,
thanks to a new prescription
Somehow I managed to hold it off for
years, but I am now one of the zillions of people stuck with taking medication
for high blood pressure. I don't particularly care for it, but the
other option is having a stroke or kidney failure or something, and by
comparison, taking a pill smaller than a Tic-Tac every day is a small price
to pay. Part of the reason the pressure is high is the fact that
I'm larger than I should be, but the other components are the SSRIs I'm
taking for depression (many of them can elevate blood pressure) and my
truly crappy sleep patterns, which can reduce blood oxygen levels and raise
blood pressure as your organs call for more oxygen.
I don't want to end up one of the people
who have five or six or eight pills to take every day. I'll run out
of space in the door pocket of the Volkswagen if I do, since that's where
my medication resides.
In other news, the repaired MDA is on
its way back from California and should be here tomorrow, ready to load
back up with the numbers of pleasant young women.
I am at the "early email"
stage with probably half a dozen such women right about now. How
the hell hard is it to just call on the phone, set up a date and meet?
No, a couple of these women are the timid sort, and want to drag
out the email stage far, far too long. My experience in the past
has said that women who want to email forever are uncertain about whether
you're a nice guy, and rather than meet you in person, they'd rather email
for months so that you will eventually reveal some minor fact or opinion
that they can they use to flush you. Call it a bit cynical, but I've
seen it happen much more often than not. Most of the women I've been
happiest with since my divorce have been the sort who want to get to the
in-person stuff as rapidly as possible, not because they dislike email,
but because they like figuring things out in person, and I admire that.
There's one woman in particular I expect
to get the "best of luck" email from shortly. She's been
dragging the email out for nearly a month now, we've talked once on the
phone, and I fully expect that she'll either decide I'm too impatient or
else that I don't show enough interest in her, despite her own lackadaisical
attitude. You just watch. See also, "unmarried women in
their 40s who are that way for a damn good reason."