Okay, so, what was that just about?

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Well, yesterday I got to bed at a bit after midnight but could not wake up at 8:00 to save my life.  I worked with that alarm as if it was literally trying to save my life or something.  No dice.  I woke, eventually, mostly, when I woke.  The alarm just insulted me along the way.  I couldn't get to bed until 5:00, well after actually, this morning.  I'm not sure I even bothered to set the alarm because YESTERDAY (are you listening cosmos?).  So, just a bit after 10:00... *pop* goes Doom.  I think I scared the spider that came down beside me.  I've got the lump on the back of my upper left shoulder to prove it.  Fresh!  Maybe that's what woke me?  Nah, never hurt.  Felt a slight itch, then this pigeon egg sized thing I had to run to the mirror to check.  Hey, zits scare the beheck out of me...  I used to have nightmares I got them, big ones, and they turned my face into swiss cheese, only with huge holes.  Yeah, must have been fresh.  Doing nothing to it, it has halved in size since I woke.  Must be getting near enough to spring to have popped some from eggs or something.  I've been bit a few times lately.  I never see them, either.  It has been in the low 40's for a while now.  Yeah, it's supposed to have been in the 20's to 30's, here.  Rain, in mid and late January, at least in the valleys... and if this is a shelf, the shelves. 

Huh?

Oh, right.  Something.  Not awake yet, but oddly doing much better than yesterday.  Which is still only about half as well as I have been doing for a while, minus the downturns.  Huh?  Still, I'll take the improvement.  I did receive a call from the V.A.  Suggesting that they will try to get the scripts through today.  If the Cathy is who I think, it wasn't vindictive or too bad.  She's a good apple.  Doesn't think much of my patriarchy, and raw talent for living with or without treatments, and dropping medicines at a whim, or when at a loss.  She doesn't understand.  But, if my understandings are correct, she is a good apple.  Just a busy one.  If I had to guess, either she got swamped, or she tried a few times, set it aside, and it got lost in the piles of piles.  Still, this will hurt just a bit.  I've got four days of medicine, the full compliment of what I take.  I think I am going to take the slew, then drop them all.  I just don't know how well it works otherwise.  New, sometimes, is too spooky if I know another path, even if potentially more difficult.  Besides, I was born to suffer.  I've been doing pretty good for a while now.  I suppose it's time to go pain-surfing again.  Wee!  The next time I am in town, though, I will try to remember more anacin.  That stuff works for me, 2k mgs and I'm good for the day.  Even, sort of, helps with my type of migraine, if I go take a nap while it works.  Probably, usually, muscle/skeletal related for me.

It's weird.  It's like one half of my body and mind are sprinting, the other half is still in bed.  It's not ripping me apart, just a bit confusing, like wearing glasses with one glass for heavy scripts, the other of just clear glass.  Fuzzy, doesn't quite make sense always.  I swear, if I could bottle what makes some of what I go through naturally, I could make a fortune.  Plus, I could sell it in the "organics" section.  Where the dopes shop anyway!  And those who have too much money.  Wait until they have to garden to get their "organic" food, and it's not a choice.  "Well, I never!"  Oh, you will, sister... you will.  :p

On to waking up.  If none of that made any sense, figure it out damn it!  I'm having to.  Later.