.
I woke so sore, stiff, rough. I tried to wake earlier, several
times. No doing. Wow! It's 16:00? Wow. I...
thought it was a bit after noon... given the last time I looked at the clock
and that I thought I woke right after? Wow. Still tired. Had
to get up. Things to do. So sore, stiff, though it is possibly
fading already. Will see in a short bit.
Oh, it wasn't a four percent rise in blood sugar, it was a one percent
rise. My mistake. I missed an inverse multiplier. About the
kefir... And blood sugar dropped over a hundred, with just one dose of
slow acting, last night as I went to bed. I wonder if that is part of
the problem? Some sort of adjustment period? I've never tried it
alone. Oh... not a bad thing, just something... to know. I have
never tried it, starting it up all on it's own. So, yea, maybe.
So odd how fast insulin will bring diabetes under control. If I could
just stay on meds, on top of them, life would be easier. I think, at
times, the docs think I am just being recalcitrant. Trust me or not,
that isn't a part of my gig. Especially now that I trust the meds, and
believe they are better than the disease. They help me function, from
modestly to a lot. My problem is being able to take them, on my
own. And, then, getting back on them when I have fallen off them.
These meds? If there was an automatic injection method? I would
use it. In... theory.
Three dreams.
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The first one was very simple. I had a friend, a biker type who either
hadn't entered the darker aspects of that notion, or who had extracted himself
from it, mostly, by the time I met him. A good friend, I think for both
our parts. We both had horrors back there, whether for good or ill is of
no concern for anyone at this point. You can tell another, and a former,
when you meet one.
Well, he... came to a difficulty. Someone had wronged him, or to his
mind, and I would agree. But, the wronging and his solution did not
match. He was planning to do an evil to cover a minor slight. I...
spoke with him. I cannot make choices for a man. I can only tell
him my thoughts, and react to his actions. And, so it went. I let
him know what I thought.
I also let him know, if he went through with this, we were quits. I told
him he was heading back to where he came, and that the road from hell was a
long and difficult one. A path he had taken once. The chance of
making it out again was... even more unlikely than the first. I implored
him to let go and leave justice to reality, or God, or whoever does these
things. Humility is superior, but has a cost. Amen.
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The next one was rather long and involved. Far too many details for me
to include fully. I'll... try to hit the major points.
I was out in the hinterlands, shooting a pneumatic rifle, driving my
suv. I ran out of air, then realized my tires were flat. Just as I
realized that, a couple drove up. The man stepped out, and asked if he
could look at the rifle. Sure, I suggested, but it is out of air, as are
my tires, I said with a bit of pepper. He approached, and took the
rifle. As he was fiddling with it, he suggested that he could help with
both.
It was an m-16 look-alike. It had single to full automatic fire, three
settings in total. The weight was right. Even the power of the
bb's or pellets was rather significant. And it was accurate and fun to
shoot. Of course, not all the parts were needed, and some were just
molded on. Even so, I enjoyed it and he was quite keen on it. His
wife had no interest at all.
After tinkering, I put the rifle away and we piled into his smaller
vehicle. I sat in the back, thankfully, so I could stretch a bit.
Then on to the next town with a gas station. We spoke on the way.
He was a vet, too. I can't remember if he said what branch, or time, as
we mostly spoke of the V.A. He must have been disabled, to some degree,
as well. We agreed, sometimes it was good, sometimes it was bad.
It depended on if the panel of doctors decided to work with you or not, or
some such. If they decided not to help you, pretty much none of the
doctors there would help.
We discussed various other topics as we drove, nothing worth noting, but...
yea... I remember.
We got to the station. He had a five gallon tank in the trunk, filled
it. Should have brought the gun, though I don't think that takes
much. More worried the tank would be enough to top off the tires and the
gun? I don't know. While filling it, I ordered something to eat,
as did they. I offered but they were good. We returned and filled
what of the tires we could. Looks like another trip was required, this
time I grabbed the rifle too.
We returned to the place, filled up, but the drives were long and it was
getting late. He suggested we call it a night, there was a hotel next
door. They got a room, and I got one next door. Sometime in the
night I woke. As it turns out, he was an assassin, but here to do a job
for his own purposes. When in assassination mode, he wore silver paint
on his skin. To some, that would mean they couldn't recognize him.
For me, it made two things absolutely clear. Who the assassin was... and
that, in fact, he was a woman. She recognized that I recognized who...
and what... she was. And, she was thinking through exactly how best to
handle this. I raised my right hand, palm out, and nodded. She...
understood. Being right near my door, I hailed her enter and went in
first. She followed.
She explained her intention, and why. It was an evil for an evil.
I still suggested she not, but this was not my call. We ended up
speaking about other things. She... wasn't a lesbian. Her friend
was just part of the cover, without fee since she agreed with the
assassination... had her own part in the reasoning. A prop. We
spoke of other things. She suggested I must have had some... involvement
in her... profession... to have been able to spot her, and in how I was
dealing with it all.
I merely suggested that my involvement was... a bit different, if striking
similarities might be found, at times. I wasn't actually highly paid, or
"wild", but more... digital to her analog. And, not always was her ends
and mine the same. Actually, she caught on immediately. More so
when earlier conversation pieces added up. I suggested her business was
hers, and I would not choose either way.
She went about her business, if I think she was more cautious and...
precise... than she had at first intended. I like to think our
conversation prevented an all out slaughter. Just those who were to die,
died. Clean, precise, probably for her cold. I don't understand,
at this point, why assassinations must be associated with negative
emotions. If they are a right act, they should be... thought of...
warmly.
I slept the night, waking unsure how events would unfold. I didn't think
she would attempt to kill me. Though I wasn't sure they would drive me
back to my vehicle. A knock. I answered. She, now back in he
form, suggested we would be heading out, to my vehicle, in an half an hour...
if I wanted a shower. We would have breakfast first though, on the way.
I showered, and was well ready. We headed out, a local greasy spoon
actually served good food. Then on to the suv. We spoke, this time
with everybody knowing everything... give or take. She had...
backtracked, somehow, to my blog. And they had... consumed... me in a
night. I am always... unsure... what people will take from these
pages. Women have a very different take from men, if both can be
excessively negative, or positive. I... just never know. I suppose
it depends on what they see, or first, and how they interpret. The
horror, the... horror? Well, rage to sorrow to laughs to tears.
Despising my thoughts, to understand, even agreeing, despite holding contrary
thoughts.
Well, it... went well. In the end, we... left as friends. Oh, and
she got to shoot my m-16 pneumatic, and quite enjoyed. I am almost
guessing, if she is in a dream again, she will be... a galpal.
Someone... scored well.
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There was another, but it has been slipping since. It was between the
two in length and complexity. Oh well.
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I just took some tylenol, I've had bleeding problems lately, so didn't want
anacin. I'll get to chores in an hour or so. As soon as I
can. I am just too torn up to move right yet. I hurt, hard.
Later.
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