Toils, troubles, and bothers?

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Sure, but those aren't all bad.  Seen rightly, they are spices in life, which add contrast, depth, and pop.  They are the limits and freedoms which allow perception and understanding to form a cohesive realization upon which a framework for living may be hung, built, designed.  It is only from these that virtues may be derived.  Even failure, the harshest of all, is simply the finest teacher... if one employs humility, patience, and a few other earned not gifted virtues.  Well, that's my story, and I am sticking with it.

Initially could not sleep for the pain.  I suspect taking electrolytes and or ketone crystals, to solve that problem, led to minor diarrhea.  I wasn't willing to sleep until that settled.  It settled within a few hours.  By then my window of opportunity for sleep was gone.  No major worries.  Last time I did this I missed a day of meds.  Didn't realize, as it blended nearly seamlessly into one long day, by perception.  Not this time.  I work hard to take my medicines, now that I can.  Not for the docs, for myself.

I have gotten most of the dishes at least started, and reset milk kefir.  The only remaining items are a few cast items.  They won't need much, but it's... a process.  Everything else is soaking or done.  Of course, work has slowed to a crawl.  I never got a shower.  Since I will be up, and out, today, I'd best get to that.  I will carry on as if I just woke and my day has only started a bit ago.

No guarantee I will get to town.  No promise I will get a shower.  Although, through the magic of blogging, I just finished the dishes, save for the cast.  I called my doctor's office.  Perhaps too early.  Or I have been put on the ignore list?  I'll call again shortly.  Now.  Nope, same message.  I'm on the official ignore list.  I can't access their online connection, my devices don't support it, or, rather, the opposite.  I was hoping to schedule an appointment as well as trying to talk to the doctor.  Why was he so insistent  I contact him, calling twice and sending a letter, but now won't call back?  I don't get that.  The last blood sugar was 92, if I didn't write it up.

Oh, wait.  There is one more batch, of jars.  It's in the tub.  I flushed some of the old kefir.  Wanted those jars soaking immediately, dry kefir is akin to cement.  The sinks were full, so I grabbed a dish pan and did them where I could, short story long.  No problem, four or five jars and lids.  Need to do them to shower, or at least will do them.  Oh, and it's the fourth day of fasting, on top of the second of the last three days I'll be pulling, or nearly, a twenty four hour stint.  If you are going to pull a gag, make it real, Buster.

Later.