Failure after disaster after loss.

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Not to whine, just making notes.  Writing them in hopes of beginning again.

I had an appointment today.  I attempted an all-nighter, it was the only possibility.  As my sleep cycle is seeing me awake to nigh on midnight, waking to be on the road by 6:00 just isn't possible.  Usually I can push through.  This time I did, timewise but not functionally.

I did get a shower, had to skip a shave.  Got dressed, on the road, and a quarter of the way when I realized I was to late.  The interstate gets too busy about the time I was about to hit it.  A two hour drive can turn into four, more, but three is pretty usual.  I was out of time.  I did... try.  I simply couldn't go fast enough.

The mail was gotten on the way back.  I wanted to go right to bed, but wanted more to call, cancel, and hopefully reschedule.  This particular intern is going away.  While we have had our quarrels, I now believe we were both interested in my health.  I would like to see her once more and wish her well.  So I stayed awake until I could call.  I had doubts about a reschedule, but it looks like it happened.  Things can change, but... for now... it is set.

Medicine has been troubling.  I am back on pills, after missing them for fiveish days.  Back on for two days.  Not back on insulin... a bit today?  If I can eat.  Blood sugar has been about 190, day, night, fasting and after meals, plus or minus five.  Odd.  I will begin that soon.  I haven't been eating much either.  Just... can't.  I'll work on that too.

Something is just wrong.  I have bills to pay, things to do in and out, insurance to check, plates to have installed, a life to begin.  Something broken.  I'll try to get back to it.  Later, unless I  can sleep early.  I hope your world is working a bit better.  If so, or not, a vinegar ketonic cheers to you.  Not as good as a scotch, but it's what I do these days.  *cheers*