sad

 today is a strange day, a day where it is hard to differentiate between self pity and depression Self pity is depressing but this is silly. All this health and so forth fussiness, the doctors pills, measuring of blood pressure every day and expecting it all to be a fault of the measuring device, it is not. It may all be inaccurate but the blood pressure is too high.

Get up, do a few things, and then collapse into bed again. That was after taking the doctors pills.

Upon waking, two hours later, the blood pressure is way down, it is normal.

This shows that the pills work. Or that the cheap measuring device delivers results with a stochastic factor calculated in with the result.

But all that is happening is that it is hard to move, it is hard to do anything. And it is bitterly cold outside.

Self pity, would be great, but there is nothing to be sorry for. Things are actually fine. Still, there is no escaping this feeling of continuous  sadness.