Figuring things out.

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With aches and pains fading, my pillows sorted (if they aren't right, which they haven't been, I sleep wrong and hurt more), and medicines set up and going, regularly, again, I suspect things may improve sooner rather than later.  No guarantees.  I got into this mess starting from perfectly good patterns.  Decline will happen, of it's own accord.  If you have good health, pray to God you keep it.  Still, I can coast, and better, when everything is as sorted out as it can be.  Technically, I am dying at an unsustainable pace, but then I have been for decades.  It's an impossible situation.  It is what it is.  Further, I will probably live for another set of decades, and very possibly even longer if... certain events occur.  Events I am... hoping will happen, even encouraging.  Not for the longevity, mind you.  But because a bear is always hungry, and some fruits are beyond delectable.  *grin*

Medicine was set up, and started as a regularity, today.  First thing.  It has been on my mind, it just hasn't... worked... until today.  I suspect I will have some fallout from that.  Being ready, and knowing ahead of time, doesn't fix anything.  It doesn't guarantee readiness.  Much as knowing you will suffer does not always strengthen you against the suffering, and may actually lead you to fail against it.  I never know.  I do know it is worth the effort.  And, I do hope it will be shorter and lesser.  While I do have a intimate relationship with pain, I don't always fancy it.  It is simply, while forced to dance with agony, one might as well be courteous and, perhaps, slightly romantic about it.  A grin, a laugh, a tease... these things go far in courting what must be endured.  If you can't leave it, learn to love it... until you can wear it out and sneak out the back door.

I need to shop, soon.  Surprisingly I am out of very little.  But I am nearing a dearth of various things.  Cream, milk, and treats, are too low, old, or gone.  Fruit would make a wonderful treat, if I could keep fresh on hand.  The refrigerator isn't a good place to store fruit.  Then again, neither is the table, even in a basket.  Time is against it.  I still haven't figured out a good snack.  Hmm... there is salami and cheeses, goat cheese among my favorite.  Both are rather high in salt, if I don't believe salt is a problem, there are limits even for me.  Carrots last fairly well, and go good with peanut butter.  But that gets old very quickly.  Celery and peanut butter is grand, as well, but celery goes bad so very fast.  I don't know.  Chips?  Bleh.  Good with sour cream, and other dips, and lasts well though.  And, of course, Oreos!  I love those things, but only allow myself a package every other month or less.  Still, shopping is on the list.

When the hog I ordered comes in, I plan on looking at their beef prices.  Which is part of why I am holding off on a computer.  I may just order a half, or quarter, beef.  I have the room in my freezers for it and the hog, easily.  Though I ought to sort things a bit.  I actually did sort the hog meat last time, a bit.  Last time I looked, beef was about $1k for a half.  I fear it is at least $1.5k now... I'll... be keeping that in mind.  If close enough to the original price, I will punch that ticket that day.  If too much more, I may just hold off until my ready reserves won't impinge my longer term saving.  Still, it would be good to begin beefing up and porking out on a yearly basis.  Next, to find lamb, perhaps goat, and local fowl.  Goose, duck, even chicken, and ordering packets of those.  Leave the store for milk, but only because local farmers have been frightened off from selling that fresh.  Though cream isn't separated by dairymen, I don't think?  That would be fantastic as a local fresh product.  They say they fear people making cheese.  Do you know how much milk it would take to make cheese?  How hard that process is?  You would need huge bins, and it would have to be kept exceptionally, industrially clean, with steam cleaning systems, and...  Yeah, I did look at cheese production.  But I knew I could not keep that level of an operation up.  Just buy it at the store.  Though a closer true fresh cheese monger, selling hand crafted goods, would be a wonderful thing.  It doesn't exist because the demand just isn't there for it, unfortunately.

Oh, right, on to... waking... now that I have my medicines set up and taken and a fresh start to life.  Oh, after the pain has eased for another day or two?  I may try to get back up in the tree.  Since I will be doing it solo, I may get out some of my climbing kit, and practice using some of the security measures.  The tree I will be in is easy enough, but there is always risk.  The thing is, it is a perfect arena to practice tree roping on a minor scale for when I truly need it in the higher, less densely branched, trees.  Well, we'll see.  It's a thought, for now.

Later.