Fever shivers.

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Ever had those?  When I push things hard enough I get them.  Well, and when I have a serious bug.  Actually, the reasoning is pretty much the same.  Body is doing too much.  I lose core heat, even in these warmer temps... it's like my body figures out some way to dump massive amounts of internal heat.  And yet the body is working so hard doing something... fighting a bug or heating up to kill it, or in this case just operating too long... that is just cooks.  I end up suffering on both ends of the spectrum.  A burning shiver... me timbers, all I'll say the more.  Not as bad as it can be, just on the noticeable scale, so far.

I did get the beans and ham cooked.  Wonderful!  That stuff is simply good eating.  I like having lots of ham in each bowl, but that, really, isn't possible, not with every bowl.  I don't know how much ham you would have to cook, but it's not... reasonable... even for someone like myself who can cheat.  More ham, yes.  Not just a sliver a spoon.  But not two to four gobs of meat per spoon either.  *le sighe*  The world just, well...  No bothers.  It is quite good.  This ham had a bone in, so the depth of flavor is astounding.

I called my mother yesterday too.  Sounds like her little pooch got in with the big dogs, into their cage, and almost didn't make it.  The woman taught me much, and one of those things was you do what it takes for your own.  Yes, she put her hands in and saved her little pal.  But not without paying for it.  She is feeling better.  Always was a momma bear, backed me as she could a time or two.  Appreciated.  She's not a bad woman to have on your side.  She didn't save me from due punishment.  She merely wanted punishment meted out equally, and saw to it.  Right after... punishing me, perhaps, for her part.  I have never denied acceptable justice.  But I, too, have demanded it.  Neither of us seem to be in the greatest shape.  But then we have both had worse.  And it's good to call and check in.

I could not make it much past 9:30 this morning.  I have to get out tomorrow.  Both to the butcher, to the grocery store, AND to the post office it seems.  Bleh.  Some things I ordered came in, but through the post office.  I was expecting them through UPS.  I hope they are even still there.  Might not be.  Oh, and the VA has called.  Twice, now, actually.  Something about prescriptions, or a letter, or something.  Probably just pr outreach that will, as before, go nowhere.  Or they are just seeing if I am dead yet.  I'll check on that, if nothing else to tell them to leave me alone.  We really don't have a relationship of any sort at this point.

I'm just hoping this feverchill will pass.  It's nothing, really.  Especially at this milder stage.  More of an interesting cant at which to traverse life for a short spell.  I likes me strange oddities from time to time... until they rub the veil a little thin but without numbing things enough.  So far, as I mentioned, so good.  Later.