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I tried, and wanted to, go to bed at about 21:00 and change. Didn't work. I stayed in there until about 23:30 and finally surrendered. A sip, just one, thinking that might help. And, I suspect, it did. But help isn't all that much. It was cool enough. I was ready for bed, tired and of the right kind. It just wouldn't happen. I can't swear when I was finally able to go down, but it was after 2:00 and before 4:00, I believe. So be it. I'll just have to work my days and nights around again. I could try to push the time back. I have done that a few times. But it doesn't last. Still, it's a powerful thing, for me. A recent stupid pet trick, but just a gimmick so far. Well... it's something to do anyway.
Today? Oh, right, valves in the bathroom and perhaps a bit of tinkering on the faucet. I didn't get the tie downs for the hoses, and I need some other things from the grocery store, so I might make a trip into town for those things. I would like to get those plants in the ground. Ugh...
For the last two weeks I have been playing hit and miss with my medicines. Morning meds, check. But then insulin or night meds, or both would be missed. Night meds but not morning. This or that. I just couldn't keep it together. Then again I knew I was running dry, and my mind... almost automatically... slows things so that I don't end up dropping cold turkey. Everything is finally in, and I did set up my medset, but it takes a while to get that feral survival instinct to back off. It, unlike me, is not an avid fan of pain. It seeks the least pain, anyway, and only goes after the pains that are somehow helpful. Fair enough. If I consciously go down, it is the side that has had to deal with the bulk of the pain. I don't think the painkillers that help me, help it, either. Strange things, but... true enough I think.
I can't make heads or tails of my visitor log on blogger. Today, for example, it says I have had four traffic sources, 30 pageviews as the official count, and 38 pageviews according to browser type, nation, and OS. None of them ever add up. I really ought to look into what's what on there, though probably they keep their nuts and bolts regarding counting as a strict trade secret or some such. It's definitely for them, and their marketing most likely, in house stats, for publishing to advertisers, or for something else entirely is a real question. They can't be accurate or precise though. Half of those who comment don't show up as having visited. Sometimes Desert Cat doesn't show up, and foam never shows up on the radar. Neither does Serendipity, and a few from when haiku was in full swing. Whatever. It's just irritating.
Well, plumbing, assuming I can kick it over. Trash will be set to go as well, before I head to town, if I head to town. If I want to go to town and get what I want, I best go soon though. Later.
I don't show up because I'm a ghost, a shadow of myself, don't cha know .. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, I finally put up a hiaku post. I almost forgot.
Gotcha. Went, saw, spit what I could out before... I blather, but... Couldn't quite do poetry yet today... I'll get it done. Power is... an interesting thing, but I already have some interesting... notions concerning it brewing.
ReplyDeleteI also have three other things brewing, or should in one case. Coffee! I need coffee, and that has to brew. Waking is brewing too. And the last I'll fix at the porcelain chair. More information than is wanted, but... *blather*
*laughs, cries, laughs some more*
Oh, right... coffee! And...
There, there now ..
ReplyDeleteIt'll be awright .. :)
Hmm? Oh, right. Look, if you aren't dead, or physically hurt, then... by me? You are good to go. Can't help with the adrenalin. And emotions that go with it. Remember... I'm probably perma-flooded with the stuff. I don't even know how to relate to people being "scared". Don't think I'm insensitive, know it... just not as an offensive thing... just a state of existence.
ReplyDeleteIf you've got the juice still flowing, use it. If you can. A good time to clean the house. :) And maybe bake a pie. :p Well, and hate on smart aleck Doomsters. (But, don't take too much offense, speaking from experience, so... hush.)