Ribs hurt.

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They do if I sleep for many hours, or too deeply.  I did neither so I am not sure why the rib cage feels like it is recovering from a fight with three or four guys.  Ah!  I think I forgot insulin last night.  Then again, since the doc hung up, I'm going to have to cut the dose.  And... I'm just not sure how much to cut it.  I have, perhaps, three quarters of a vial.  I can't rely on the V.A., and I can't trust civilian medical either.  They seem to want to force me into the V.A. as well.

I have a phone call or three to make today.  Maybe a bit of work if I can get to it.  Yeah, I did the towels.  They are in the dryer, probably done, though I may give them a spin.  While I am doing that I'll put some dishes into a fresh soak.  A bunch of my towels seem to have gone missing.  I would buy more, but those will just disappear too.  Living on your own means you are at the mercy of others.  You will find that thieves will decide what is enough for you, and levy a fine if you have too much, in their minds.

I need to wake a bit before anything.  And, feeling like this, not sure how much I will get done.  As long as I do some business, and some work, I'll be good with it all.  Later.