Yes...

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Well, actually, no. No. Nothing is working. Even Sam and Sassy are not really happy with me. With them I do not understand. I did kick them out of the bedroom, they are no longer allowed to go in there or sleep with me at night. Why? Sam keeps finding new and interesting places or objects, on or near, where she might vomit. Daily daily is too much. Sassy has been clawing my feet. I presume in order to wake me up, though she may think my foot is a big mouse whilst she is half asleep. I cannot allow that, at all. She is drawing blood.

As for me, I am drifting and harshly. I cannot get to things. I have been eating as well as I am able. I have almost been keeping up with the dishes. But for the most part, I am zombified again. I cannot stay warm no matter what I set the thermostat, what I wear, or such. Then again, being chill is not really a bother. It does seem to slow me down, not a good thing. Never worry, this too will pass.

I am a bit worried about what the doctor suggested. Something about unloading 2 mg of protein when I urinate, each time. Something about kidneys, high blood pressure, and diabetes, but nothing specific. Mostly the high blood pressure, is the problem, as I have it. I will continue with the appointments and consults until we, once again, realize I am simply going to have to simply wait to die, then die right properly. Though I am beyond looking forward to it, I cannot say I will regret it. I will die frustrated that such an advanced medical society cannot figure anything with me out, that I did not get a chance to live a normal life, or even a potentially extraordinary one. I do hope my efforts are noted by the only One who counts though. I have truly tried. In any case, let us see what we shall see. And please, Lord, allow me to wake up a bit. Just a little function.

Good night.