Not as planned.

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The burger was... dated.  Badly.  Out it goes.  I am not doing well with thawing, then using, meats in time.  Days are going by, food is going bad.  I really wanted to eat something though.  As it turns out, I did have a few packs of frozen burritos and chimichangas.  Heavy on carbs, but not as bad as other options.  Plus, with cheese and sour cream on top, they were a bit better.

It certainly wasn't the best, but it could have been worse.  I keep hoping food will settle things, return energy, or... something.  It just isn't working.  My back hurts, cells burn as if taxed excessively.  Lots of problems, plus general exhaustion.  Life, living, just being awake, hurts.  Feeling like one is dying, all the time, is rough.  I'm not, it seems?  Still hungry, but also feeling full.  It's an odd thing.

I wish I could sort this out.  Taking meds, nearly perfectly.  I am still behind, on medicine.  Trying to push through to catch up.  But I just can't remember what day it is.  Always getting a bit lost.  However, mostly, possibly, within a toss of catching up.  The problem is I keep falling asleep, or simply losing track.  I do what I can.

I have been avoiding pain pills.  I would take them twice daily, if I thought it safe.  Trying to take them no more than every third medicine time... so once every day and an half, or less if possible.  And, keeping the dose down.  It does help, but it might become an issue.  If need be, I will add it to the medicine box, and only every two to two and an half days.  Even that might be excessive, but it might... give me more control and such.  Bleh.  I think I will have one now, anyway.

Later, or good night.