Sleep was so needed!

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I had the ac on.  Sleeping at 75~76 yesterday busted my mackerels.  I don't sleep well, would even suggest it be called fevered sleep.  I don't get rested, I don't do well.  But, it... has been worse.  Last night helped with whatever was deficient from the night before, but it will take several nights to get back into trim.  Though part of that may be starting medicine.

I keep missing insulin.  But will work on that.  Oh, and last night, the water pills finally... made it all happen.  I drained between five and six liters.  The bad thing is, I did it so fast I began cramping.  It had to go, it really was becoming a problem.  It hampers thinking, so much extra fluid, it hampers physical activity, it develops exhaustion... it does a lot of bad things, and can kill all on it's own.  I am sure it kills some portion of those with bad hearts, especially if meds are missed.

I made my purchases, for the month, before the end of the month.  In case I have to fly quickly.  A fresh sleeping mat, for at my mom's.  As well, portions for my first aid kit.  While there, I want to have kit for any wounds.  Minor as they are, and how things are, I will tend wounds on her and myself quickly and rightly.

A few other things I wanted.  A few last things recently, which are still on the way.  But done with online for the month.  Most of that arrived today, and has been arranged, where particular things go... or mostly.  I have set a few things to be put up more specifically later.  But they are in the general area, it just... would take more fussing that I can, right now.  But, most of it is put up exactly.

I also called my mother, before bedtime, to let her know why my brother hasn't called.  She found out, herself, by doing as I did.  She called, and kept it brief.  She is sounding better.  And, that she called my brother was a good sign.  I kept it short, don't want to call her too often, she sours on that in short order.  *grins*  Fussy old hen!  But, I think, this time, she appreciated my effort.  It was a good, in her book... keeping her in the loop, or trying.  While it was, sort of, bad news... giving her news, I thought, would keep her mind active.  Nothing like being left out, behind, and such to slowly begin to fail.  Older women live on the details of lives.  Heck, middle aged men, with no life, do as well.  It is the stories, even true or waxed a bit, which hold the spice of life.  Spice IS life, I would say.  It's... the stories...

I am hoping to get back to work today.  Late (if early for me) chores first.  Then opening the freezer top, clearing and cleaning that to begin dishes.  Then to set dishes to soak, whole making room in the tub so as to deal with the mop, both rinsing and refilling the caddy, and then mopping.  I think I can, I think I can.

If I can do that, or maybe if I can't get that going, I would like to hit the boxes, tearing them down, collecting any finally lost box sheep and herding them to where they too can be broken down.  Those two things, plus chores, cats, and maybe a shower in there somewhere.  I want the bathroom exceptionally clean.  Then move to the hallways, clear and clean those.  Then the kitchen.

Plus, on the fringes, I want to start getting my kit ready to go.  It's no problem to have it ready, and waiting, for a few weeks.  Clothes don't go bad in luggage.  Nor will toiletries.  But... do these things, mainly, in the morning and at night as I go to bed.  I think I can, I think I can, I think...  I can?  I can.  Probably.

Good evening, day, and maybe for you, night.  Amen.