Just... waking... huh? up.

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Oh well. I have been staying up a bit later and of course waking a bit later. It sure beats what was about to happen. I had been headed in a serious clock twister sleep cycle. Fixing the fluid levels, I have to think, stopped that. While the felt fluid levels, the felt need to cough, and some of my abilities are better (to a lesser degree), my blood pressure is back up. I can't seem to win. Oh well. I will keep doing what I can, when I can. It is still more than what I have been able to do for decades. And yet it is still a crippled life. But hey, I'm breathing like a man out of water, not a fish out of water. I am doing some things, like tracking and mostly making appointments. I am sleeping around eight hours a night. I wake refreshed. I eat regularly, am able to take the medicine which seems to be helping, I am tracking weight and stats. Pretty limited but at least it is a ton more than ever before. And, perhaps, this is just a low? If so, it is what I had hoped my lows would be.

Today IS the day. The Sacrament of Reconciliation, the beginning of me seeking out the Eucharist, a fresh start. I will begin exploring which times and places better suit my nature, my comfort level. No, not so much seeking what I 'want' so much as what will not be so uncomfortable that I go less often. If I am not a wolf in sheep's clothing, which I do contend. If I am not a sheep either, which I also contend. Then I am a sheep dog. As such, and being retired or disabled, I really don't want a lot to do with groups of sheep and I have outright enmity toward wolves. Is there a church for my kind? I doubt it. So I have to find a Church which will suffice, has fewer people would be my guess. The truth can hurt, but if all else fails, the truth is what remains.

I'll get to waking up, then see what is left of the day to make my plans and do some work or chores or tinkering. Oh, and no pains in the morning or through the day! I really don't understand why pain would go away. But it has. I don't even get headaches anymore. They were a facet of my life since disability began. It is strange not to have them. I had even learned to function (to the level I ever could function) right through the worst of them, the migraines... usually. Perhaps that 'education' is what allowed me to not sense severe pain when cut and such? Who knows.

Have a great day. Do what you can, this day will never be around to do over again.