A hangover?

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At first, as I struggled to wake this morning, only from 8:00 to 10:00 but it seemed like a week, I felt horrible.  I was able to get up a time or two, but not stay up.  Getting to sleep was a bear, if I figured out why... part of why.  The heat was up to 72 and the door was open.  Usually I remember to turn the furnace, essentially, off for the night.  For me, trying to sleep in that heat is difficult.  Anyway, while waking, I felt horrible.  I had to struggle for memory, placement, and the rest.  Then I wondered if I had gotten into a bottle of something last night?  Hmm, I am almost sure I am completely out of libations, or near enough.  It sure felt like a hangover.  Ah!  I finally caught it.  Two days without meds... Friday and Saturday... especially insulin stuff, then starting up pretty much full blast, will do that.  Never mind.  I was a good boy, I just messed up and am paying for it.

I did a good deal of work yesterday.  Small stuff.  Well, over the weekend really.  Dishes, cooking and cleaning up after that, sweeping, vacuuming, picking up a few areas, cleaning the bathroom in pieces and parts, lots of little things.  I also read three or four short stories.  A light work but full weekend.  But I hadn't taken the trash out.  That is why I was trying so hard to wake.  I didn't remember right away, couldn't remember much.  Still having fuzz across the memory screen behind the eyes.  Not a clear day for it.  Finally, though, I got to it.  All trash, easily baggable, bagged and taken out, then the bin to the curb.  As I looked up and down the street, I realized something else.  Memorial Day, I have great doubts that trash will be picked up.  Ah well, I have it out there for tomorrow anyway.  I might even clear a bit more away, among other chores, today.

And, mostly, today will be another lighter day.  I might even get a bath in.  I'm really starting to like those baths.  Though I am starting to wonder if the oil will clog up the drain.  I need to do some research on that.  Drains, here, are slow from time to time.  It might be occasional clogs, it might be a lack of venting, it might be something else.  With the cave coming together, I might begin having a plumber come in for this or that, an electrician for this or that, watch and ask while at it, and take care of a few things that have been bugging me.  For now, I can investigate this topic, worrying about the rest at another time.  I am hoping to leave this place in better shape than I found it, even if it doesn't sell.

I don't have a headache with the hangover feeling.  And I was able to eat some grain type mash, a brot, and a toss of sprouts for breakfast... but barely.  Butterfly stomach, and a sense of dehydration, is the main problem.  I'll... get over it.  Besides, I have things to do.  But I'm going to spend some time waking, this morning, as a first thi... second thi... third thing.  Trash out then breakfast already.  Memory is fuzzy this morning.  Bleh.