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I simply haven't been able to get to bed earlier, no matter what I do. My bedtime is advancing. I didn't get to bed until 5:00 this morning. Now, until now, I was able to break it up and wake early anyway. Not today. I wasn't up until 14:30, give or take. I have things to do tomorrow, so that isn't an option. I honestly don't understand, unless spring really has arrived and hard. More sun, less sleep, and less ability to sleep. I run through that every year. It can be exhausting, but it is exhilarating as well. Until I get a handle on whatever is going on, I am going to be struggling a bit. Hmm, well, and now that medicines have been dosed up to full blast, and I am learning to manage that balance beam, perhaps I have more energy as well. It's a heck of a trick. Once balance is regained though, there is so much energy left over for living that I have to rebalanced everything again. It's like a tare on a scale. Only a huge one.
I did finish the dishes last night, all of them. I cleaned the kitchen a bit. I need to reset medicine sets, perhaps vacuum, and then think on things. I don't want to push too much today. But if I can do a few small things I will. Oh, and supper... I will make a roast, with veggies, and get that put together, put up, and cleaned up after. The goal is to cook three real meals a week, bigger dinner ones, have boiled eggs and fruit on hand, and make a few small meals in there as well. But... keep the kitchen in order after each meal, small or large. Hence boiled eggs and fruit, so that I don't have to clean up each meal. That is too much. If I had to guess, I would say I am losing weight by eating more regularly. If I am not losing weight, I am losing size.
It sure was a long recovery. But I think I'm calling it done. There remain the kinks to work out, and I am still limited. For now, though, I am about as good as I can get. Now to figure out how to optimize beyond the medicine, with food, exercise, getting out, keeping up, and whatever else it will take. I'm just not a quitter, I guess. Yeah, this... will do... for now. Hmm... I ought to get my pack in order so that, if on an off or odd or on day, and I am out or want to get out, that maybe I can take a stroll into the mountains or hills or wherever. Never did quite get to that. Later.
I've figured out that sleep is sort of like death. Or a pregnancy. It'll happen when it happens.
ReplyDeleteYou know... I think you have a point. At least when I am ill. And... like it or not, even when better, even at my beast, I am still mostly dead. So... Yeah. *shrug*
ReplyDeleteDoesn't mean I can't fight it. That doesn't mean I will win, but... so it has been since I was quite little.
Still LOL-ing...
ReplyDeleteBe a little careful with the tease. If you got her engine running... women take that seriously enough to even kill. Scorned, hell, furry, women... nuts!
ReplyDeleteStill... *blink blink* Hahahaha Run, Forest, you run!
Don't worry about your ol' pal. I've taken another path. Besides, I've always been immune to barracudas... when I wanted to be. I'm a shark, remember.
Gone dun nuthin' to trigger her, except be amusing and engaging. I also think she was several glasses of wine into her cup.
ReplyDeleteYeah? Well, now you know. As you tinker with mojo, you will learn just how potent it can be. Her fault, your fault, the wine's fault, no one or nothings fault.
ReplyDeleteActually, you are just going to have to learn and burn. You won't be able to help from making mistakes. It's the only way to learn, starting where you came from. All I can say is, if you want to play with fire, it's gonna hurt. I will merely pray that you survive.
I am attempting to invest in a fire suppression kit, finally, myself. You have one, but it may take a little... work... to get back into proper... trim. *snip, snip, comb, snip* Oh... teh French!