Something might be in the works.

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I won't say life has been grand.  I will merely say that being enough adrift to not feel combined with a general sense of well being, life hasn't felt bad.  Frustrating, but as long as I don't tread on the realities of the situation too heavily, it's a minor thing.  It does seem like life will be changing, for good or ill, and shortly.  Probably a bit of both as I will most likely get to reloading my medicines today, at partial doses, then increasing weekly or every other week, or month.  Ugh but this stuff can be brutal to restart.  Only a few weeks off though, so it might not be as bad to begin again this time.

I had hoped to energize enough to do some things before taking the risk of potentially pile driving capacity for some unknown length of time.  I see, clearly, that I will not find myself to function without restarting medication, so... the choice was made, the plan was created, and implementation will occur when I can reach across the void of dissociation into the realities of flesh and push and pull the levers that make the plan come to life.  I honestly do as well as I may.  I have to try various things, and it takes a great deal of time, sometimes, to know, then decide, then implement.  Considering I really should be dead, possibly just from dropping medication, I... think others should just understand, a bit.  Glacially slow but still quite alive.  Not bad.

Coffee should be ready.  Glad it wasn't ready while reading.  I can think of three instances, off hand, where coffee and reading could have ended in nasal testing.  I truly hate exhaling coffee, or anything, that way.  Especially when I catch it half way, or some of it, and it drains down some very weird and annoying pipes in there.  *burn*  *cough* *choke* *gag*  Then again, it does usually, eventually, when I can make enough weird sounds and actions clear it, clean out that area of my anatomy.  The girls just come over to watch while I contort and cheer at the weird noises.  Never sure if... I am a fantasy dinner, just needing to be dead first, or if they are on my side.  Cats and women... too close, as I see things.  :p

Well, on to... waking up.  Yes, I said waking up.  At least warm blood isn't on the menu and I can survive the sun, mostly.  Later.