I'll keep trying.

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It's still foggy.  Snowing, now, actually.  That might be a good sign.  It means weather has moved in, a new type.  Which could be the prelude to another change.  It reminds me of being on a submarine, lately.  Only, this one has a screen door and windows.  I tried to push this morning.  I had hoped to stay awake until noon or even early afternoon.  I only made it to between 10:00 and 11:00.  I crashed hard enough that I may have sprained my fall.  I cut insulin by 50%, after cutting it by 25% initially.  It is still much stronger than the vial I had been using.  So, again, when I woke, a headache.  Just a little one... comparatively.  A normal headache versus a migraine, in magnitude.  It does hurt, but usual headaches don't require intervention.  Besides, it is fading on it's own.  Sluggish, though, too.  Between the lack of sunshine, insulin, and even that mild attempt at pushing my schedule, I hit a wall.  I feel good otherwise.  The sun will eventually return.

Today?  I have no idea.  I am hoping to, possibly, hit the laundry, do a few more dishes, clean the kitchen a bit, and then hit the living room.  It sounds like a lot, but it really isn't.  The dishes, because of how I do them, and the laundry, would be the bigger chores.  The rest is just... bits and pieces.  I did remember to change out half of the cat litter, get the trash out, cook a meal last night.  But that was about it.  I am mostly bottom heavy and slow moving.  Anything I get done is almost a thing of luck.  Right place at the right time to see need enough to be fired up enough to get it done.  It bugs me when I can't just go looking for 'trouble'.  I like to work.

The shoes are in.  Right size too.  A bit narrow, but I think they will work their way out.  Comfortable, not too warm, I think they are exactly what I wanted.  A few purchases, every month.  Sometimes clothing, sometimes cookware, sometimes odd things like better flashlights, rechargeables and rechargers, or tools.  It doesn't, exactly, make perfect sense, always.  And yet, when I go to do a project now, I often have one or two different methods of doing the work.  Sometimes I need something special, so I go get it or order it.  It is beginning to make some sense, and come together.  Some for prep, some for work, some for domestic, some for attire.  I am not good at keeping up on things, I am improving.  It is odd to be back to some level of general life maintenance, with goals of various sorts in mind.

You know, I might tap the anacin bottle again anyway.  Not so much for the headache as a general sense of being ill at ease.  The headache from the other medicine isn't so bad as yesterday, but it is odd.  As with yesterday, it is like a sideways headache.  I can't really explain it, and it is common with this particular medicinal mistake.  It's a different sort of feel, along with the pain.  Rather than a spike through the skull sort of feel, it's as if the brain shifted to the right, then twisted a bit.  Nothing unusual, insulin seems to do that when I go from weaksauce to fresh.  Yes, anacin.  A bit of a surrender but it works.

Later.