Bits, parts, pieces.

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More sorting.  Something found that was thought lost.  For a while I lost so much weight or size my chastity ring fell off.  I didn't know if it was indoors or out, though I had been to town quite a bit in that time, and was working outdoors often.  Good to have.  It doesn't carry my conviction, only signifies my time.  Bought around the ten year mark, give or take a few years.  Must be nearing the fifteen year mark, plus or minus a few.  My last would know.  It has not been an easy thing.  I almost like women and their... peculiar... oddities.

Bits of stuff is being sorted for saving, shredding, or direct disposal.  It's a pretty quick process, the volume is the bottleneck.  Oh, I finally reordered silverware, so pulled reserves.  I keep 'losing' pieces.  I didn't 'lose' a single piece in five years in Iowa.  Dishes were washed, are rinsing.  One wash was enough.  Easy, actually.  I'll hit them again before gaming.  It'll knock those out, so I'll set up a brand new double batch.  I think I'll get to the bathroom, and maybe yet asses the bedrooms... do a bit but more draft a plan of attack.  Put it all in one room, then figure out what where?  I really have to push.

I have figured a way to send an email but it has to wait for Monday.  I absolutely have to be up and going Monday, for at least two other vital reasons.  Add another to the list.  It's a lousy game, perpetually behind the eightball.  But that is what being disabled and hated grants. Some of it deserved, until it becomes self-inflicted.  Some of it not.  It is the way of it.  I... don't even know if life would make sense to me without it.  I'd sure like to find out, but that will never be.  At least this one is my fault.  Even filled paperwork out twice, if I... have no idea where either form got.

Blood sugar finally dropped.  It took a full day and night of sleep, but it is down to 138.  Ugh.  That was like pulling teeth.  I was beginning to think my tea had been spiked.  Fasting is much easier today.  I may be able to do a longer fast.  Perhaps much longer.  If so, I'll cut testing to four times a day, unless I get 'that feeling'.  The shakes, cold sweats, heart weirdness, etc., which comes from low blood sugar at 60, perhaps starting at 70?  Only had that once, on insulin, though.  I doubt if my body will go that low on it's own.  I used to starve for weeks, never had that.  If I can go five, I might try two weeks... with a close watch on things.

Funny, they don't believe any of this, officially.  Just can't get over they were so horribly gullible to a false diagnosis from the Navy.  People are going to burn for what they did, and continue to try to do.  Go gaslight yourself, I am out of your grasp.

Now to hit the dishes, start the bathroom, then game a bit.  Later.