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After eliminating for several variables, I was left with two choices in an easier circle of options and a few more choices in a less optimal circle of options.  A few calls and... well, down to one possibility in the preferred circle.  That option cannot be explored more fully until next week due to office hours.  If that fails, the options get slimmer, more difficult to apply, and possibly not applicable at all.  Still, one trail with opportunity being pursued through time.

Every major joint on each arm and leg feels as if they have been pounded.  If you have ever had rifle or shotgun fatigue, that is what it is like.  The thing is, it wasn't shooting.  I never rest the butt of the rifle near my knee.  :p  Plus I have charlie horses in each major muscle group, including my back, calves, forearms, biceps, triceps, but not really on my frontal torso.  Don't ask me, it really doesn't make sense.  Must be a medicine and blood flow thing.

I have restarted medicine.  With insulin, I cut to 45 cc, then set up to cut to 40, then 35.  The next time I do syringes I will go down to 30 cc and hold there unless new supplies do not come through.  At which point I will begin cutting the dosage again, by 5 cc every other day until I am out.  I will review the other medicine that is coming. to see if I need to cut anything there.  This time I want to count the pills, to see if I am getting the full amount they say.

Whether I am being hit on every side, or it just seems like it, is really... not important.  My reactions must be the same, pretty much.  I must assume a defensive position and seek a straight shot out of this place.  No one owes me anything, I get that.  I have lived that.  I know that.  I don't think I will get the benefit of death yet, but suffering might be terrible.  It would be best to escape as far and as fast as possible if they are closing my program down, trying to encircle and cage... medically or for whatever reason.  I won't negotiate.

I am hoping for a little more time to prep for Alaska, but if push comes to shove, I don't need it.  I will, most likely, survive.  I'm just not that lucky.  Later.