I need to be careful about what I write.

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For example, if I write that I was still hungry after supper, it isn't necessarily because I didn't get enough to eat.  My system is just... off the charts at times.  Usually a double whopper large meal will fill me, and actually I will sometimes not finish it or feel a little too full.  Once in a great while I get the hunger of a bear.  I don't even know how else to put it.  I have eaten three, and worked on a fourth, double whopper meal before.  My metabolism is just whack.  It isn't even something to do with the heart, I've been like that since I was a child.  It was even wilder then, though.  They called me "Stick" because I was so thin, in spite of eating everything I could, but when I got really hungry?  As I said, my mother had a contest with me, since I was always saying I was hungry and she thought I couldn't really be that much hungrier (after cleaning food like a shark).  I ate two and a half chickens, fried by pieces, along with that for every several pieces I had to have a serving of vegetables, a serving of mashed potatoes, and a glass of milk.  Think about how much food that really is, and understand I was 10, at the oldest, at that time.  If I might have been 6' or closing on it already.  So... don't worry.  I always get enough... within reason.  Just... some days, there is no such thing as enough.  Especially as I am coming out of my coma type episodes.  Oh, and thank you.

Yep, life is getting better.  I have tomorrow and Wednesday to work my schedule a bit so as to be into the pool at a reasonable hour.  I may have to do some mixing and matching, napping, and go through some yuck times, but I think I can do it, and Friday too.  Gotta get going on these things.  Gotta do it.