A bit unpolished.

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I made it to bed by midnight, actually by 23:00 and small change.  Getting to sleep was a different thing.  Just a bit of fussing.  You know baby.  ;p  I remember to set the alarm, for 8:00.  After almost a week of waking between 10:00 and noon, I knew it would be a pull.  I wrestled that clock until a bit before 10:00.  Ah well.  I am feeling rough this morning, as I did last night.  Not quite tired, just as if in the tail end of the flu or something.  I'll work if I can, rest if I can't.

The claw marks in my left palm just aren't going away.  New rips make me think that they are being kept fresh.  I know it isn't happening while I'm awake.  I can only guess that it probably is uncomfortable.  I haven't torn down to blood or meat, just a couple layers of skin.  I never see it, I think, when it is really fresh.  I don't remember dreaming, though some days pillows seem... well... dislocated.  That might be a clue as to why sleep goes off, just that I don't always have clues.  I'm trying to remember, when I used to remember the darker sorts of dreams, how I felt after waking.  I am thinking that might be the problem.  I just can't remember clearly enough.  It's been a while, and memory from those days was murky from untreated heart failure on top of going through that like a man on fire.

I went to make coffee.  Something seemed off.  Had I spilled a lot of coffee before?  Hmm.  As I was filling the pot, I realized there was a hairline crack.  I have another pot, but I didn't know if it would be clean.  It was.  Amazingly clean.  Thankfully.  I need coffee this morning.  I'm surprised I caught it, and after catching it, that I was will and able to do much about it.  Yeah, it's one of THOSE mornings.  Hmm, coffee should be just about ready.  I need it, and some painkillers.  Not a migraine, not even quite a headache.  It's more like the brain and parts of the upper torso skeleton has all slid an eighth off center.  I don't know how else to explain it.  Been like this for the last week of mornings or so, sometimes it haunts me through the day, sometimes just a morning thing.  I have been ignoring it, but not today.  Tired of it.  So I will do something about it today.

I best call the V.A.  Haven't seen hide nor hair of medicine.  I don't know if they have decided not to send it or what.  I have a few days supply left of the water pill.  The two most important pills are the main heart pill and the water pill.  I will bloat like a fish, for a while, after stopping the water pill.  A week to a month.  And that will take me down hard.  Yeah, I best call.

I noticed that my check to Vital Records, for my birth certificate, was finally cashed.  It was officially registered on the 26th, so I am hoping it was actually applied earlier (though they might not do anything until the check clears).  So, I am hoping to receive that before long and take care of an annoyance, then put it somewhere safe.  Now to find my SS card.  Bleh.  Well, it is something easy enough to do.  And I probably have a few days to a week before the b.c. shows up.  Double bleh.  I hate looking for some things.

Yeah, in a comment, I thought to look for a vid that fit today.  And the last few days/week, generally.  I found it, and it does.  It's how coyote do!  Sometimes.  Like... now.

Later.