The plan still stands.

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A day late?  Maybe a week late.  Still, I'll be to it, soon enough.  I woke at almost three, internet was down, so I gamed while trying to wake.  Still tired.  So dark, getting darker, almost magic.  Sleep is off, so what little sun there is, I don't get to enjoy.  Another reason to push for days.  Which, along with else, is part of the program.

A bit of the roast, for breakfast.  Even the small roast will turn into three meals.  The ribs, though few, will be two meals.  Good ones.  Blood sugar is a bit high, if I think I have been missing the slow acting insulin as my days and nights are twisting.  Not too awful high, 191 fasting I think.  So, a dose with breakfast, and the slow acting in.  Heart medicine has been a little screwy.  Trying to know when to take which.  With long sleeps, short waking periods, and changing times for them, I have had to be very cautious.  But, so far, I have stayed on track.  Perhaps not always optimally, say having to take the water pills as I go to sleep, but... that's... it's worth taking it as is possible than missing it.

The hope is to wash the dishes a last time, hop in the shower, set the dishes to a soak, then nap.  It'll take a while to get that done, but it's possible.  Then, when I wake, dress to get out and begin cutting.  I am hoping to get both the batch on the driveway, and a similar portion in the back yard, so as to be able to leave the back door.  I think it may be possible.

Dreams of late, every night.  Some of them very harsh.  Demons to fight, devils too... some of them... most of them?  Indoctrination centers, and escape... while slaughtering those who operate it.  Every night, twice a night often.  I... won't go into details.  Just... be on your toes.  Not sure how much, if coming, can be avoided.  But... it's... ugly.  The dreams for sure, the future, soon or late, as well.

The body still hurts.  Less.  Everywhere that still hurts is both milder and less throbbing or coming and going.  Constant, but often forgettable.  For whatever reason, the damage has caused me to be gassy.  I haven't changed my diet.  I am almost never gassy.  Not sure what exactly would do that.  A specific organ bruised?  The stomach on down shaken up or bruised?  Or did the heavy carb consumption from a bit back do that?  Dunno.  Still, feeling generally better, if still rather wickedly exhausted often.  I'll get to work today, if it kills me.  Swelling is only in my left hand now, and only sometimes.  About half the time?  Or so.  All good.  Healing is happening.  Later.