Pain.

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Not new.  Old pains.  Internal.  Organs, combined with bloat to... enhance the experience.  For days now.  I'd eat something to go, but I am doing well and more that way.  Nothing intestinal, it really is just some of the organs.  Twisted.  I do keep missing meds, can't focus, remember.  The pain... unless I can use what focus can be mustered to draw the mind from those senses, I get overwhelmed by the pain.  Ah, aspirin today.  I try not to depend on stuff.  I suppose, once in a while.

If this continues, I'll bring it up with my real doc next time I'm in.  If it kills me beforehand, then I won't need to worry.  I doubt there is much to do about it.  Just a body, beat up by a bum heart that can't really be fixed.  Why the body isn't dead as is is a God thing, and they know it.  They left me to die, God said no.  So far.

I did get the hutch open before crashing.  Trash and recycling went out.  The ducks still had food.  I don't think they had enough water to eat more than half to two thirds of their food.  Now I know where the cutoff is.  As long as it is a partial day, once in a long while...  If, generally, I prefer them to have full access to food and water... for all and conscience sake.  I've been doing well by them, so far.  The girls, cat girls, have allowed me to train to feed others, several times a day, since I don't eat that often myself, always.  If not perfectly scheduled, two feedings a day for the ducks, and about five to six small meals for the cats, most of those just a small pile of treats... but life is easier, and Sassy has stopped bulking up, looking more like a lady cat than front line nose.  And Sam doesn't get so terribly thin!  Crazy cats were causing concern.

Aspirin, medicine, then on to waking.  Later.