Rain, tired, trying.

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I had hoped to make more calls, do a few things of actual work, and more.  Nothing much is happening.  I did call about medicine, finally.  It is scheduled to be out the middle of next month.  That is tight.  A few days of delay beyond schedule and I am out.  That is part of why I fear medicine.

As medicine dwindles, and if capacity is limited, I begin missing doses.  It is one way to keep in stock.  It doesn't work as well with insulin because once the vial is open, the freshness timer starts.  So, if I Don't delay opening the vial, there is no good gained, to a degree.  I may still have insulin, but it really can become weaker, by a lot.  I am not sure of the longevity of sealed insulin.  It says more than a year, if doctors suggest less.  Something to investigate.

Hmm... perhaps skipping the first month, the next few orders, in order to have a bit of an emergency supply?  I can't afford the insulin, so just buying that is not an option.  The rest... maybe... but not this or next month.  Ugh.

So very tired.  I am sleeping twelve or more hours a shift.  Awake maybe eight to twelve, maximum.  It's been four to five hours and I am about to crash again.  I tried collecting thoughts, in order to make a few calls.  I tried gaming, as stimulus.  I had a fatted coffee and tea, back to back, in the hopes of chemical stimulus.  Nothing doing.

I will tend the ducks and girls shortly.  Then crash again.  Dark.  Outside.  Plus, I dreamed of another fight.  Much smaller, fewer and weaker opponents.  Not remnants, cleaning out what were on the way but not there the last time.  Easy, but a chore if tired.  Ugh.  It just extended exhaustion.  I may not be done there.

Well, neighbor man got the ducks.  Sterling qualifies require silver just deserts.  Plus eggs, as, if, he wants or needs.  Still, just feeding the ladies will be a push.  If I don't crash first.  Later.  A little or a lot.  Be well.