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I am dragging bottom, if nearing buoyancy. Medicine has been parttime, if getting better. It is almost every dose, every day. Insulin is back on with the slow, once daily, stuff. The other stuff is forgotten with small meals. And it isn't working well, but because of the food I have been eating.
Finally, a skillet of beans, if with burger. So hungry, hadn't been eating almost at all. All calories were from fatted drinks. And little of that for several weeks... a month? I needed real food. Beef, beans, cheese, milk, and warmed crusted bread that just drank butter. Now pasghetti with meat sauce and milk. All spicy-hot enough few others could eat it. If I get to town, more bread and a dry Italian cheese or other as topping.
Hungry, in ways only the dead can know.
SSA sent letters. I couldn't make heads or tails of anything. Complex? Bureaucratic. But that wasn't really the problem. I just... can't... think. So I called the neighbor. He took it home, looked it over, brought it back, had me fill out a portion for remittance, and explained the rest. Some sort of semi-final legal hearing. I need to contact a few legal orgs Monday. All listed, with contacts, except Disabled Vets of America. But they should be easy enough to at least call.
Still pretty beat up, haggard, definitely crawling along the killing floor. But pushing, pulling, trying to go through, over, under, or around as possible. Or, just... doing or not as required. The sun is arriving earlier and staying longer! Oh, that is a happy thing, for now.
Blood sugar, of course, is rather high. I'll burn through hunger shortly, then get back to it. There is a limit to even chocolate cake dosing. So be it.
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