Worse.

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Much worse.  In every way.  Everything that was wrong remains so and new things have been added.  As well, my chest...  The sensation of my heart being squeezed in a bureaucratic fist.  It won't kill me, it is making it nearly impossible to work.  I have been pushing into day but not functionally.  I was going to make a few calls today but I couldn't talk.

I have been aiming to get to town or just place a few calls since Tuesday.  Couldn't.  If the chance appears... a request for help will be made.  I simply can't do it all, alone, in time.  Troubled and in trouble while I can't stand.  They don't care, those with a beef.  Or, maybe they do only the way a hungry predator cares about another wounded animal.

I'll keep... what... trying, hoping, praying, willing?  All the above I suppose.  A bad time in every way.  I can rightly and easily say I have been in worse all around straghts, if it's been quite some time.  Hey, friend, could you lend a prayer?