Now... Come now!

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I did get to bed early, somewhere around 20:00 and change.  I slept like a babe.  For about four hours, again.  At least I don't have to be up early.  This is quite annoying.  I am fully awake.  I don't think I heard anything tonight, I simply woke... I think.  Well, I thought I had heard a cellphone, or some sort of alarm.  But when I was fully awake the pattern didn't fit anything of mine.  Still, come to think of it, I have had that happen before, here, but nowhere else.  In this house.  It could be dreaming, but it could be real, too.  Like a cellphone going off in the attic or crawlspace or somewhere isolated and a bit distant.

Then again, when I go back on these medicines, my sleep has been disturbed in a split-level sort of way before, where I only sleep for four hours at a time.  I just don't like odd things, things I can't nail down.  If the medicines made me a lighter sleeper, perhaps I am waking to what had not bothered me before.  If so, what is that?  Dreams?  People?  An old alarm watch somewhere in my stowed gear?  There are ways to check, but those ways require money and work, or even more money to have installed.  Time, perhaps, will see me to some of those things.

Whatever though.  I am up, but it really isn't the right time nor am I quite awake enough anyway, to do projects.  Hmm, I could set the dishes to soak and throw in a load of laundry though.  I've set a pot of coffee to the fire, actually that is probably ready by now.  Oddly enough I can sleep on coffee, sometimes it even can help me find sleep.  At least there is that.  My guess is I will probably be crashing in a few hours.  Drats.  I forgot to call to cancel the Midas appointment.  No, I know, I don't have to, really.  Just not showing up is enough.  It is just that I do prefer to... be up front about things.  So I will try to stay up late enough to call.  Four hours down, four to eight hours up, rinse and repeat, at least until my body figures out the new doses of medicine, learns to manage the reaction.  I've had worse, and the medicine is paying off.  I'll take it.

Sassy especially, but Sam too, think that any time poppo rises from the dead that he should feed them post haste.  Even if I have been feeding them well and regularly.  Nope, I have set a limit of three cans max, per day, and sometimes I only feed them two cans and rarely only one can.  Even dry food is limited to several handfuls per day.  I will not see Sassy becoming humungous again, it is truly bad for her health.  I have decided they are much more affectionate when not bloated to top things off.  And even to watch, they play a great deal more if they aren't fed on a whim, just in the environment.  A hungry kitty is a happy kitty, curious kitty, attentive kitty, and such.  Sassy looks so much better since she lost that pumpkin sized face, too!  Pretty... fat... she had become double Sam's weight with all other dimensions being the same.  I wasn't going to kill her with "kindness".

That spider bite, from the other night, is still a bit of a problem.  I am keeping an eye on it.  The swelling has gone down, as extending the skin from level, but the rash size is the same.  The dime sized bite site looks like a huge mosquito bump, hard red now, and it changes from lighter to darker, with a further pinkish site/rash about a 1 1/2 to 2 times the size of a silver dollar.  The burning and itching comes and goes.  If it looks to be developing a hole, or even begins scabbing over, I am going to call the V.A. nurse hotline.  This is two days in.  While we don't have the brown recluse, I think, we do have the hobo spider.  The venom characteristics are similar and I know a woman bitten by the former.  She had to have surgical removal of necrotic tissue in her leg, clean to the bone, from a brown recluse.  It may simply be an infected typical spider bite, though, too.  Even that has to be watched.  So I am.

Well, on to something else.