Sleep was so very good.

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I don't know why.  I did a bit yesterday, and I think I am about recovered from the great fall push of '14.  *grins*  Perhaps starting up some of the medicine has helped.  I know I have dropped between twenty and forty pounds of water weight since starting back up some of it.  *splash*  I felt like a little boy after drinking two sodas.  Two sodas!  Yes.  I remind, when I was preteen, my body had grown much faster than my internals, so drinking just what was needed was difficult for my body to regulate, extra was tough.  I have been in the bathroom constantly the last few days.  Odd though, sometimes my legs and feet would fill, sometimes they wouldn't, over the two weeks of no medicine.  Anyway, that has been tended.  Now to start on some of the rest of it.  Half doses, and just at night for a week, or two, then into the days.  That's as much as I am going to take from now on.  That stuff was beating me up far too bad, at least this summer.

I dreamed last night.  Puzzle solving as a child.  I remember it, now, like never before.  I saw, and solved, puzzles that no one else saw, or understood.  This infuriated folk.  I couldn't explain it to them.  Sometimes I couldn't relate to people, sometimes I couldn't get them to understand.  They wanted me to "do something", but I was busy contemplating the problems before me.  Yes, great frustration.  I was solving natural problems around me and they just wanted me to rake, or do number charts, or read some rubbish or other that had already been solved and dismissed as what it was.  I remembered one of the problems I had solved.  I had to ignore all around me to do it, and was punished by the world for it.  I didn't care.  Eventually I came around, a bit, to add more application to life, that the world wants, but never gave up my... problem solving.  I must have been pseudo-autistic, or nearing idiot-savant perhaps.  It was when I was quite young, up to the age of seven I would guess.  As I said, I didn't talk until I was four, but then spoke as an adult.  I didn't like doing things unless I could do them whole and correct.  Speaking was just one of those things.  The world doesn't like that.  My mother, actually, was as patient as was possible, the rest of the world not so much.

The dream wasn't terrible.  I just realized some things through it.  Things I have wondered, but wasn't sure until seen through this lens.  I'm still not completely sure, I don't have the diagnostic knowledge, only informal information.  Then again, professionals often are lousy at diagnosis, let alone defining... conditions.  I saw clearly through the eyes of my child mind, but with what I know.  It was as I roughly remembered, but in detail that could not be simply remembered, on into the function.  They called it stubborn, or willful, they didn't realize that it was simply complete engagement with things and ideas they could not, or saw no reason, to engage.  As I said, I remember contemplating infinity at five or so, and onward.  My contemplations have not ended.  It still frustrates others, even the realist in myself, at times.  I have learned, mostly, how to put such notions on the back burner and function otherwise more consciously... mostly.

But the sleep!  Oh, wondrous!  I woke several times.  I think I needed to use the restroom, at least once.  Until my body fluid is drained fully, I will do that.  Then I'll be back to sleeping full nights.  But that doesn't seem to have been a problem.  I still slept quite well, went back to sleep easily.  I woke a few times this morning.  I could have waken at 7:00 or 8:00, but decided to just enjoy sleep.  It was absolutely delicious.  I thought about letting the girls in, to help wake me, but decided against.  Just one day of not fighting to wake up, especially when sleep was so very fine.  This is the type of sleep one fantasizes about, or I do.  Not as uncommon, for me, as it used to be.  But still a bit of a rare treat.

Today?  I simply don't know.  Trash, and maybe recycling out, if it's a day for both.  Cat litter change.  I am going to simply do a complete change of that, one at a time, washing the litter pans as I go.  Perhaps breakfast first.  A couple of eggs and sausage.  Nothing fancy, or heavy.  I am beginning to make fairly small, simple, meals.  Trying to do that more often.  Breakfast is a focal point, and dinner though today is a meal day.  Even two squares a day is good.  If I could upgrade to three...  I don't know.  That might be too much food for my body to digest.  Some days, digesting one meal is a bit much.  Some things people who are healthy don't understand is how much work their body has to do to digest food, process fluids, and such.  My body can't always do that much.  It just sits.  Bleh.

Well... on to my day.  Later.