Ouch?

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Yea, but a little one.  A lot of things hurt but in very little ways.  It confused me, at first, this morning.  As I was waking, I could sense much suffering.  I can never tell how much, but usually when everything seems to hurt, it's going to be a very rough day.  I just have to try to sleep through it, or wake into it.  I had slept as much as I could, so had no choices left.  As I wake, I realize the pain is light... if everywhere, or... really, many many places.  It won't even be more than a slight bother though, all rather light.  A dose of aspirin with regular medicine though.

With blood sugar so low last night, I did eat.  Without taking insulin, of course.  I worried the late even light meat might hurt my morning read, but it was better than taking tabs and I just couldn't leave it.  A brot and a chicken drumstick, I kept it light.  That was about as good as I could have done.  Blood sugar is 109 fasting.  I can happily live with that.

I am hoping to make a few calls today.  I had hoped to make a trip.  Not sure I can, not today.  Tomorrow?  It is hoped.  I am in such bad shape.  Even if the pain can be managed, even as light as it is beyond that, there is something wrong.  A trim, then shower, in a bit.  Then starting back on the dishes, a load of laundry in, the cats and ducks...  Yea.  I'll... get started today, be ready tomorrow.  It's all I can do, when I can do it.

I'll have morning cold tea, then reset all that, put on a fresh pot shortly, and have a warm fatted tea in a bit.  Life doesn't have to be complex, difficult, but it often just is.  I... am back on a chastity gig.  I had given up for a while.  It's a difficult row to hoe.  Prayer helps, but there is no guarantee.  Sometimes will alone.  Eventually I fail.  Weren't meant to be alone, I wasn't.  Just... finding a right woman, in a right way...  So many don't care about propriety today.  Or even their vows.  I must.  As much for her sake as mine.

I keep cracking on the rubik's cube, but I seem to get no faster.  If I wish to get faster, I will have to study, memorize a few things, and such.  I'm not quite up to it currently.  Just getting out of bed is a chore, one barely serviced by these old sore bones.  Concentration and cognitive faculties are limited.  Due to late summer?  The final kick as medicine does it's thing?  The beginning of fall?  Just illness doing it's thing?  Some, all, other things, or just some single other thing?  I... don't know.  Oh, and a double bloody nose for the fifth time this week, on top of a dozen single bleeders?  Something.  Bleh.

Oh, but it's SOMEONE'S birthday!  I'll be sure to call.  Later.