I wonder and sometimes worry. Herein lie those ponderings with perhaps some editing but still in their truer forms. Whisper as well, though in truth, whispers are just that, rustlings in the wind and nothing more. It is kind to not be alone with one's own whispers.
Saturday, November 7, 2020
Oh, ouch, but better.
As much as was possible in an hour and change.
Up, and... going?
Friday, November 6, 2020
Bedtime.
A shower, then on to town.
Down, and down hard.
A start!
That... didn't work well.
Well? No.
Thursday, November 5, 2020
Rough, better.
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Rough, as noted. Things hurt, hands tingle, swelling is easing, but... Nothing is good, it's just not terribly bad. The girls have been fed, litter managed. I refreshed their bit water container this morning, so that's good. Will do it again, if I can get to a shower later... or even not. The ducks were counted and shut in. I need to eat shortly. Other than that, rather getting ready to work.
It will be late, to work, but... it's what I can do, when I can.
Oh, I've been trying to keep up on clothing. Now that I remembered how hard she worked on spots, and how little luck I have with it, I decided to go proactive. After a bit of research. Whether blood, or as last night fat droplets from heated chicken, an immediate splash of soap and then rubbed, with water, then soaked overnight. It looks like that really does work. It worked with blood, even on a white shirt, handled before it had time to even think about drying... even in this desert. That has been spun and drained, then washed (on cold of course), and is now drying... on low. I checked before putting it in, but it looks pretty good. No spots. Gotta be careful though.
Yeah, a bit of chicken. It's what I've got for now. Well, and fatted tea? A dose of insulin, but not a big one. I have to be cautious when starting insulin. That stuff is potent, and while I might drift heavily without insulin, I snap back pretty quickly. I am limiting my highest setting to ~20 cc's, and with that, only twice a day... plus the slow acting. And, only with very cautious testing, plus at least three to four hours between doses. Which means one meal without dosing. As I am able to lower the dose, as I get to ~8 to ~10 cc's, then, if needed, I may dose per meal.
If I can get things right, and going again, and take some time off from larger efforts, I can get back to eating correctly. Then, again, I can probably get to less and less insulin. I was hitting 150 fasting, and dropping, without insulin... there for a while. What threw me? Ah... the first batch of Halloween candy, purchased early. Yeah... temptations are... strong... sometimes. Especially when working harder in the heat, or in recovery. Anything that weakens the will.
Later.
I am in terrible shape.
Trying to let the bloody nose dry out.
Sleep?
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
Such a strange thing.
A very long sleep, again.
Tuesday, November 3, 2020
Up just long enough to crash.
Oof, ugh, bleh, but... better.
Monday, November 2, 2020
She can certainly get my attention.
A late wake.
Yea, well, no.
Earlier, it had been hoped.
Sunday, November 1, 2020
Rough.
Up, again, finally.
Almost 6:00?
Already back up... just for a bit?
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I went to bed at 21:36. Wanted to remember, did. Woke a bit after midnight. Couldn't remember the exact time, didn't try. Dreamed. In the dream, I put together an incident report of what actually did happen today.
As I was out, I grabbed a meal at a burger joint. They have two lanes, some asshat pulled in the other way then tried to muscle his way through to my lane. Nope. Plus a few choice words. Nigger being one of them. One he happened to be. He finished his ordering process before me, but tried to have me go first. Nope. I only ever want what is mine. He paid for my meal.
Now, that would have seemed cool, but I was pretty sure that wasn't a gift. I had no choice, but that was that. I kept my awareness about me the rest of the night. Turns out I was being tagged. His vehicle was very peculiar. A higher end, but a ministation wagon one. I had never seen that config. On my way to check on the critters, it was pretty dark, and I was switching lanes, and leaving the road, often enough that, tracking me would have been difficult. And would have been noticed.
I kept seeing blacks, however, on the way up. Which... was unusual. Especially so many. Yea, I... was wondering. But I didn't see him. On the way back, I did see him. He, and at least one other vehicle, were jacking around... he was ahead of me, going just slow enough to make sure I would catch up, another was blocking the outer lane, but began advancing, and a third suv was behind, and began a push.
Then we all saw a cop suv, and all the tomshittery up and stopped. Ten to one, they were using listening devices used by cops to hear what occupants are saying. I knew cops had that years ago... proved it to Kordell by getting a cop to nearly ram us. *grins* Don't fuck with a psyops, boys and girls. Anyway... looks like antifa, blm, agents, even in small college towns, have that gear. If too, it looks like cops know about it and are on to some of it? I saw three more cops on my way home. I took a different path, checked as well as able, and got home eventually without seeing more.
Now... are the cops... which angle are they playing. For all I know, saying nigger is grounds for arrest these days. It looked like they broke up the attack, which only hadn't happened because they aren't used to attacking a driver who is willing to do what it takes to... keep out. But... watch it out there, boys and girls, the groids are up in arms, and are on the attack. Go armed or go home, and be ready to fight for your lives. Don't die because a monkey doesn't like a word. There is a reason they are called what they are called.
And, just understand, the cops aren't always going to be on your side, even when they seem to be. They are so politically correct driven, they may be pc drones.
I remember, when taken from Iowa to Chicago, to the deserter detention center, in three points all the way... even on the airplane. I think they try to break people that way? And, then, at the center... where they tried their best to humiliate, hurt, bother. I... just didn't mind. Sitting there, allowed to do nothing, for days and weeks. I... had no difficulty with anything. Then... they realized... just what I was. All stupid shittery stopped. They... were told nothing of me. Which, on top of their own instincts, frightened them even more. Death, it was a form of death, they had bottled up. One who was on a cruise like vacation, for all intents and purposes. Worse, a Noone Death. They all learn, in time. I think half of the parties involved tonight know. The other party may learn so fast it never registers.
It was a white or silver audi q7 or etron, I believe. Saw it one too many times, in one too many places, for coincidence. And in a caravan at the end. So... yeah. Watch it. Watch for it.
But you, out there, watch it. They are listening into your car. Ask a cop friend about the tech. They almost all, or all, have it in their vehicles. Might not be admissible in court, but can lead them to what is or keep them from being shot. *wink* But that is how they are choosing who to pull out of vehicles and etc. They may be listening to your homes, while they march by, as well... tagging certain people for future and present attacks. Watch yourself out there.