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maybe the omega-3s are working
Friday, March 27 2026
The past several times I'd taken a recreational dose of pseudoephedrine, I'd had heart palpitations the following day. That last time it happened, I had palpitations in some form for an entire day. That's thousands of times when my heart should've had a beat but simply shrugged instead. So I wanted to see what would happen today now that I am religiously taking my omega-3 supplements. Not that this is definitive or anything (I'm not that naïve), but I didn't experience a single heart palpitation today. This is definitely data in support of taking omega-3s, and I will continue to do so.
I'm also noticing that the tenderness in the tissue over my the left front of my rib cage seems to be less of a thing. Hopefully it will vanish entirely.
This afternoon I took my firewood-carrying backpack to the Chamomile Wall, where I put it down for awhile so I could do yet more stone work. I've been covering the open void in the center of the wall narrow rib-like stones acting as rafters for flat stones that are acting sort of like scales on the back of a turtle (or, given the shape of the wall, a snake). Despite how crappily the side-walls were built in places, once I add a heavy roof to it, the structure becomes surprisingly solid.
Before returning home, I put a load of fairly dry skeletonized oak (the stuff I'd cut up last week) from a couple hundred feet southeast of the where I'd been working on the wall.
Today was Charlotte's turn to go to the vet, which seemed unncessary to me because she's a perfectly healthy dog. But now Gretchen wants to put our dogs on heart worm medication, and that requires bloodwork first. I feel like there is no limit to what one can spend on a dog if one says yes to every option proposed by a corporate vet clinic (which the Hurley one now very much is). Charlotte does have something a little wrong with her right front wrist, though, as she's been favoriting for weeks. We had the vet check that out and she said there was a bit less range of motion in it, but that it would probably heal itself on its own, especially if we could somehow get her to stop running around so crazily (which we really cannot).
I continued reading Project Hail Mary today, making it more than half-way through. I'm enjoying the details of how one might interact with an alien from a completely different sort of planet, but I still find Andy Weir's sense of humor too dad-adjacent for my liking. That said, the book is a page-turner, and again I found myself taking it into the bathtub in place of the red Chromebook I would normally have with me in there. (I'm pretty good about keeping water out of both.)
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