I guess Facebook tweaked their algorithms once more, because despite 16,708 likes and 16,911 follows (as of this writing) on Charley’s Facebook page, the post reach is minimal.
I know Facebook wants me to pay them money to “boost” my page, but I refuse. They already have all my data, after all, and have probably sold it to Russia many times over.
Anyone who follows the Charley Project on Facebook, you should probably select “see first” or you might not see anything at all. Mind you, “see first” only guarantees the first five posts each day showing up on your feed, and I often post more than five articles a day, so…
In other news, in light of Michael’s recent CHF diagnosis, he had a procedure done where they looked at his heart with a tiny camera to see if he needed a stent. He did not! His arteries are clear! It’s excellent news.
The computer is, of course, still in the shop. Because it was last in the shop less than 30 days ago, this considered a “warranty repair” so the $50-just-to-look-at-it fee is waived. I just have to cover whatever it is they do to fix it.
I miss updating but I’m doing well.
So Orville has returned home from the computer shop. They said they basically had no idea what was wrong but had tried this and that and the other thing and finally the computer was working again.
I took him home, and plugged him in, and pressed the button, and … nothing. Didn’t work.
So Michael called the shop and told them this, and Computer Guru Jamie, who owns and runs the place, came over to our house to investigate. (It helps that Computer Guru Jamie is a good friend of Michael’s.) He tried this and that and the other thing and got Orville running again. He thinks the problem is the motherboard won’t hold a charge or something and if it recurs, a replacement will be necessary.
But for now, Orville is back.
My computer is still in the repair shop; I have no idea when it will be fixed. Of course nothing got done over the holiday. Sigh. I went to a cookout with Michael and a zillion people I didn’t know. I’d rather have stayed home and worked on Charley.
I will, however, have a Surprise for y’all later tonight. Stay tuned!
My computer mysteriously kicked it about half an hour ago. I was playing a game then suddenly everything went to heck and I thought it was the game, which I couldn’t get to shut down.
So I tried shutting Orville himself down in the usual way but nothing doing; I had to use the power strip. Then I couldn’t get Orville to start back up again. So here we are. I’ll have to take him to the shop tomorrow.
They want $50 just to look at it. And I think it’s probably a hardware problem which means some part or other will have to be replaced which will cost more of course.
Such is the joys of computer ownership. Though I have to say Orville has stood me in good stead. Not like the laptops I used to have which would break, it seemed, every week or so.
I’m writing this on my phone. I can’t update my website from my phone so y’all will have to wait till I get Orville fixed up and returned from the computer hospital.
Ah well, it’s not like I don’t have a zillion books lying around waiting to be read, yeah?
Michael is recovering pretty well. He’s lost a ton of weight and has a new “heart-healthy” diet full of such oddities as “dry toast” for breakfast and “a cup of soup with low-sodium crackers” for dinner. Zounds.
He’s taking a bunch of new medications and has appointments with some specialists. He plans to go back to work full time on Monday. (He had started part time Thursday.)
So Michael is still in the hospital and they’re thinking he will be until Monday. There’s a lot of fluid backed up around his heart that they’re trying to flush out.
They’re saying his is a mild case. They think chances are he caught some kind of virus last winter and it lay in wait for a few months and then decided to start kicking his butt. If the congestive heart failure was caused by a viral infection — which is usually the case with younger patients like Michael — he can make a full recovery.
My own father developed severe congestive heart failure out of nowhere six or seven years ago, and they were predicting he’d die or at least need a transplant, but then he inexplicably got better just as quickly and mysteriously as he’d gotten sick, and his cardiologist called him a medical miracle. They think Dad’s CHF was also caused by a virus.
I saw Michael today and he looks and feels a lot better, though he’s tired and spends most of his time sleeping. He was chronically sleep deprived anyway, and this whole “sleep sitting up” thing the last several weeks hasn’t helped. While at the hospital I signed papers to be his medical proxy if necessary.
Our friends have been awesome, helping both of us out a lot. They were worried about me but I’m doing fine actually. He’s in the hospital, he’s where he needs to be, and he’s getting better. There’s nothing more I can do for him at this point, besides visit, and I’m doing that.
I think our pets are confused by Michael’s absence. Our one cat, Carmen, keeps wandering around looking in all the rooms and I swear she’s looking for him.