I have regulated to days.

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At my energy levels, though, if I do much I might well end that pattern.  Actually, I am not sure how I am keeping it going.  The alarm can't force it.  If it becomes a problem, rather than 'break', I just stop using it.  I could try to go to bed earlier, assuming I can stay awake.  I am hoping adding more meat, and simply eating more, might help.  But if yesterday is a clue, that's not the problem.  It isn't even the cold.  I have acclimated to the 66 F temps well enough that, often enough, I can handle shorts and a t-shirt, sometimes adding a sweater, longer pants, a warm bathrobe, or some mix.  I think my body just goes through times where I get bedraggled.  I think that is now.  I am not given a living's worth of income for no reason.

The dream I remember from last night, was of buying a car.  A downgrade I didn't want, somehow losing my old vehicle.  The exchange vehicle was used and rough, for whatever reason, I had no choice.  First thing I got it to a place whereby to clean out the interior.  First the passenger area.  As I was going through stuff, I saw a spider of significant size... it's main about the circumference of a baseball, or a bit more.  I tried to push and scare it out.  Finally it departed.  I finished cleaning that area, then began on the rear passenger side floorboard area.  Again, another spider.  Not so big, but too big.  After finishing that area, and the cab compartment in general, and a general wash, I decided to bug-bomb the car.  --  Just a generally annoying and slightly depressing dream.  It, to me, just means that such is life.  But that I will figure things out, do what is needed, and go on.  This is true whether you are king, pauper, prince, priest, or whomever.  It's just one of those things in life.

I sure wish sleep had done more to make me feel rested.  Ah, medicine.  Something has been missing in all the hubbub.  Actually, now that I think of it, this feels like the potassium crash from before.  Ah-ha!  Thank you, dear diary, for giving me pause.  I think that is exactly what this is, and in a bad way.  Oh, I do believe, as well, I will cut the carvedilol in half.  The last few times I have started, I just... got lost and fell off.  I just... for me, that medicine is severe.  I have to handle it like learning to handle any other poison.  Yes, it's a poison.  It is just that it might be less lethal than the poison of my illness.  That IS what most medicine is... a calculated bet with your ass on the line.  They can't sue every pharma or doctor for every bad medicine or application.  They can't do enough trials, or even keep those honest enough.  Life is risky, medicine more so.  What are you going to do?

I'll find and get that started again, minus the water pill.  Strangely, I have gone completely back to normal with my feet.  The skin is still dry and cracked a bit, but otherwise you would never know.  Funny thing?  Where my feet used to be dry and cracked has normalized.  It is only where the skin on the feet had expanded to near bursting that the skin is dry now.  I am working on it.  A focused but not, as yet, due to exhaustion, an allout attack on the problem.

I have... changed some things.  I don't understand everything, only that I have to do things my way.  I am not sure what is wrong in some directions.  I just know I can't do, at all, some things.  So I don't.  Not all my own doing, just...  Never mind.  If you find something doesn't work, you don't do it.

Later.