Nothing but something.

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I didn't do a single task.  Couldn't.  I keep asking myself if I am just being lazy, or willful back there.  But that really just isn't the case.  I live in a broken body.  Some days, waking up and getting out of bed is as much as I can do.  Especially when I stretched well beyond it for a day or two.  The body IS mending, but almost every muscle and organ is needing repair, either from the work or from the damages.  Some things healed almost miraculously.  Some of the torn skin, on my stomach, from the sharp edges of the roofing bolts, healed completely in a day.  Some remain, mind you.  About half to two thirds of the torn skin don't even show as scars or other marks they were even there.  But that... was one of dozens of rips and tears, in and out, and the only area to heal as it did.  I have... limits.

That and wrestling back on medicine and insulin, which had dropped in my fallen healing state.  I couldn't... think, remember.  Back on it, but there is a price to coming back on medicine, especially while in such bad shape to start.  Getting there.  And medicine has been regular for, what, a week now?  It will ease, the suffering from it, soon.  Perhaps it has eased, and all that is left is healing?  I am not sure I could tell with so many body complaints at once.  I don't know what is needed, overwhelmed in the suffering as to knowing what hurts and how.  Even now.  If... getting to the point I might be able to bull through... soon?  Today?  I keep... hoping, trying.

The success was being awake until 17:30!  It's a small thing, but... I got to see the sun, as much as I am able.  I stretched my day.  I may well be able to get to work today, for it.  Like a creature coming out of a pain cocoon.  Stretching my blood eagle, but for flight.  It might hurt, but I'll... I am all about pain.  It is all that keeps me stapled together.  If, as mentioned, there are limits.  I woke at midnight, to close the ducks in.  I always do a headcount.  Yep.  I woke, finally, around 03:30.  Just blogging as I wake.

Blood sugar is 220 or so.  It kept dropping, precipitously.  Food wasn't doing it, even a bowl of higher carbs.  I finally had to go to carb tabs, and couldn't stop.  I can't do below 70.  I won't sit on the border.  There is a limit to how much I can eat, plus how much I have on hand, and ready.  I just didn't have a choice, so... *glomb, munch, crunch*  No choice.  I'll do as I can.

I have serious plans to hit dishes, clean off the counter which is mostly ready though, rest probably after, shower, then set the dishes for a rinse.  Another break, probably an hour or two, then finish the dishes.  Oh, a beard trim first, perhaps a shave after finishing dishes?  Maybe.  Then, later, getting into the branches.  I still think, once started, I can hit two groups.  If, too, it will be another two to three days before I can hit more.  It'll... get going.  Later.