I've lost track.

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No major event.  Finding my watch would help a bit.  Probably.  Or not.  Days and nights are a swirl for the last few days.  The long sleep upset everything else.  I think I took the watch off because it was bruising my wrist for some reason.  I think I tried loosening it to no avail.  Internal thermostat (in my body) is wicked off.  Hot, cold, cool, with the temp having no real impact.  Yes, medicine indeed.  I'll keep at it.

I'll do just a bit more then attempt sleep.  I'll set the alarm, but won't push that.  I have simply done far too much, then lost track of medicine.  I'll have some down time.  I'll get medicines going again.  And I'll actually try to keep at work.  The goal is to push, but then to keep up on everything else, not get lost.  That is what survival will take.  It would be easier to give up.  As I have mentioned, God said that wasn't my way.  And so it isn't.  It's sort of humorous.  For so long I could and did ignore God.  Now I follow what I perceive to be His will as well as I am able.  Life is usually better for it, when I can keep up.  Though keeping up is a new thing.  There was a time I moved faster than His words.  I was always just out of earshot.  In some ways I miss that, though I wouldn't trade.  Should I find health, I would find a way to stay within earshot, if my kind can.


Oh... right.  I'll try to set medicine up again, take what I can at this point, game until I can sleep, then hit it.  I'll set the alarm, actually, I think for nine or ten hours... more to help me if I fail to wake, not as a front line in waking.  In my condition, that doesn't work well.  Good night.