Hungry, tired, sore, with a headache, and...

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I am not sure what to do about any of it. I had thought I might use whatever sleep cycle is coming up in order to do another night of sleep study, however I think I will pass. I believe I have enough data recorded in order to give them whatever results are possible. I suppose aspirin or Tylenol might help, but I am so out of it to boot that thinking of using that just now came to me. I really hate the fog.

I have so much I need to get to tomorrow, or at least begin planning. With multiple problems, including what feels like a sore side-ache, like what I remember from sports when I became winded while running up and down the court, I am not sure what I can get done. I have to call the sleep study center and plan for this device to be sent back. I need to call my doctor. I need to figure out some paperwork and contact an insurance company. I am also considering looking for a property lawyer, most likely a little further out.

We will see, I guess. No one can or seems interested in helping, even in areas they could help. I suppose since I look relatively healthy, they believe helping would be a bad thing. And, in a way, they are probably right. That I have been down for two decades is not important. If I can't get up, I shouldn't be helped. For all I know, help has been what has kept me down? Who ever knows?

Dishes and laundry languished. I don't feel bad about that, as I had set this weekend as a rest time. But tomorrow is another issue. I simply have to figure out how to clean the place and get food back on the menu. Just a bite now and then helps. Days without eating probably isn't all that good for me. And, it is the point of the thing. Something about having a clean functionable home leads to more of a functional life, and shows it. Humble is one thing, this is not that. I will try to break through the extra weight of difficult breathing and the typical weight of exhaustion. I don't need to win. I would simply like to finish the race.

Good night.