Just on the easy side of rough.

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Nothing is quite right.  Too tired, a little hungry, diabetes just off into that slight burn of a minor fever... just barely if anything might push it along.  The body hurts, but just a bit.  Everything is on the nearly-okay side of things.  But nothing, and I mean nothing, is quite right or quite good.  Anyone one thing would be close enough.  But when added together, it is just a bit much, too much.  There is no treatment for anything, though.  I don't have more medicine.  Or a future source.  All of these problems come down to that.  Whether they have designed these medications to be addictive, or that is just the nature of them, it matters little.  There won't be a good side until I find a source and then take my dose back up to an effective level.  A few cc's every, or every other, day is as fast as I can go, so that means, if and when I get a source, it'll be about a week, maybe two depending on how well I tolerate, just to get up what is definitely a sub par dose, and begin moving up to find a more effective dose.  Not much higher, perhaps 10~20 cc's should just about do it.  Of course, that won't begin until after an upcoming appointment.  I just have to suffer through this.

A package arrived.  I got to the front door so that he didn't have take it all the way to the back door.  I was commenting that I thought, to my mind, that the summer had been a very good one.  He agreed.  Sometimes that surprises me.  But, yeah, he thought this was one of the better summers he has experienced.  I honestly do agree.  Now, if you work around water, or in certain conditions, perhaps not.  More rain, even in middling temps, will create more humidity, especially in already rough areas.  It does, to a degree, make a difference locally in where and what you do what you do.  Though the difference between the 80's and 90's may be difficult to figure into a life, having a break from the heat, from time to time, makes that contrast much more easily noticed.  If not for a couple of things, this would have been the ideal summer for here, at least in my book.  Perhaps, if I get medicine back in gear, this winter will be good.  I think fall is pretty much going to be spent either dealing with medicine and a trip, or packing up to bug out from government oppression.  Yeah, it really is here, maybe.  The V.A., if through the state... at least in part.  Though the state is playing it's own roles.

Well, it looks like contact with my foster brother, thus family, is probably done.  No, they really can't handle my nature.  Few can, really.  Most aren't used to people speaking their minds.  Certainly not changing them.  I... suspected it would go that way.  But I didn't, wouldn't, change how I wrote in order to change the outcome.  Those of you who read here regularly know exactly what I am talking about.  You CAN'T talk to liberals, those without objective standards, modern professionals who are indoctrinated to believe there is no difference between good and bad, and such.  Just pointing out flaws and problems... rips them up.  They really can't handle the truth.  I gave it a shot.  Should have known.  Then again, the brother... if it all works out and I still have a license to drive... that I plan to visit, though, is pretty much the same.  Still, since I may well be moving away, too far to visit these folk again in my lifetime, it would have been nice to see them one last time.  We certainly don't always get what we want.

Later.