Thursday, August 14, 2014

No, young'n.

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I can tell when there is a suspicion that I have had a sip, or more.  I couldn't, even if I wanted.  After that last attempt, I realized this was the wrong sickness for that medicine.  Very wrong, contraindicated harshly, actually.  While the flesh isn't in that place, perhaps the mind or spirit are, however.  When all are in alignment, then you get posts as was just offered, only... a bit more strongly.  Actually, the music was from a number of failed attempts to... dance with my angst.  Each was wrong, or supports could not be found, or I could not see.  Then, while... tinkering in my mind...  I saw it, or it saw me.  And, there you go.

I can't even play video games.  It's too much.  How I was able to clean the bathroom I don't know.  The chore possessed me.  It's not like it's a huge chore.  It is simply that I am barely functioning.  No pain, currently, and not truly exhausted as I have mentioned.  Simply there isn't any energy to focus or do.  With the bathroom clean, I am actually hoping to take off the kickplate, or whatever the strip of wood at the base of walls is called, then seal the base of the toilet.  I don't know if I can get that done, but...

As I said, not a sip.  I literally can't handle that.  It would rip me up.  When I go to bed next, I will take insulin for the first time in a while.  I am hoping my body is ready for it again.  I am not sure I trust the stuff, or the doctors.  But it seems to work, better or worse, at times.  The fellow that I discuss these things with, who has similar problems, actually cuts his heart medicine when his diabetes act up, and that does work.  As I suspected, and now with someone else with similar problems in support, I am certain that I don't have diabetes.  It is simply the medication, and the heart problem itself.  It isn't even food dependent, mostly.  Save when I am on the harsh fringe of it, as I am currently.  Even then, just avoiding pure sugars, such as alcohol.  And actually not even that, as soda is fine.  It is carbs that turn into sugars that seem to be a massive problem.  Yes, I... tinker.  I want to know, for my playbook.  Especially since alcohol has definite medicinal purposes in that playbook from time to time.  Beats psychotropics if it can be kept in check, and it is.

Later.

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