Something is very bad.

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Dehydration?  A part of it.  But something... somethings... else, also wrong.

I will begin using only one water pill per day, total.  As well, I will begin drinking a bit more.  I don't believe the whole problem is dehydration.  I still believe I have too much fluid.  My feet and legs are in very good shape, finally, and again.  But my torso probably still has too much fluid.  The thing is, as I suggested, there is only so much fluid which can be voided in a set amount of time.  I have, most likely, exceeded that volume.

So, yes, things hurt, ache, and are out of place.  Though, too, perhaps, potassium is low... maybe other things.

How much trouble am I in?  Maybe a lot.  Maybe a bit.  I won't know until... I know.  I don't have tests, only time.

I got to bed around 21:18, actually exactly.  Then woke at around 23:00?  Or 00:00?  One of those two, I think the latter, or a few minutes shy actually.  I think so.  A few hours down did help.  Still, headache and other pains.  General discomforts.  Difficulty burning any energy of body.  Thinking is a bit clearer, after some rest.

I could be dying.  I just don't know.  I am thinking about taking more excedrin migraine, but want to hold off.  I have been cutting even that.  It can be a problem on it's own.  I am well under the extended use warnings, and have been using just the normal recommendations.  Still, with all else, I would rather bargain to the far side of safety margins with some things, while having pushed well beyond them with other things.

I am pushing, currently, to remain in some sort of conscious state.  And I am trying to sort out how to add fluid back without over doing that, and adjusting a few other things.  I know, it's a bit tricky.  I'll do my best to stay alive and well.  I don't do these things in complete foolishness.  There is a reason I take risks.  But, with risks... there is danger.

A rough one, folks.  If you would, a prayer.  Not for my life, or death, just for God's will pertaining to any of it.  And thanks, to you for any prayers, and to God for the opportunity.  Even the suffering.  It teaches me.  I don't seek it, not anymore anyway.  But offer it to those who suffer in waiting, and offer it as well, to God, as a gift of learning.  Some days, often, I'd rather not hurt.  But... since it is here, might as well not have it for naught.  I've seen purgatory... been stuck there... no prayer, no movement... trust me.  Pray for those poor souls.  There are many, I know personally, who might have made it there.  And there are many who are there, and nobody knows.  I was one of those.

Anyway...  If I should happen to die?  Do pray for my soul.  If you can't find it in your heart to do so, I will pray you learn better before you end in a worse place yet.  Amen.

So rough, so thinly stretched, muscles to organs hurt, neck to ribs are paining me.  Hard to breath, a bit fevered.  So many things wrong.  Still, I'll... keep at it.  And I am, truly, grateful.  For family, friends, a chance to worship God right through living and even suffering.  For pain, and enemies, who offer me a chance to learn and grow.  I'll keep at it, as long as I may.  Amen.