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An old tune, not exactly a favorite, just well known, well worn.  It's named The Back on Medicine Blues.  Had a headache all night, as I slept.  Could feel it right through my sleep, so sleep was a bit less than stellar.  Dreamed of a few women I really liked but never got with.  Yeah, there... were a few.  One in particular seemed to be the focus though.  I didn't like her name, can't remember it as I wake.  Some names are pretty, some are sexy, some are just... dumb sounding... for women, especially pretty or sexy women.

Yes, the headache remains this morning.  A few painpills, because it is a rough one.  As if my brains had been frozen, then hit so as to crack... and given nerves to feel that, without it being fatal somehow.  The base of the skull, too.  And as if a spike had been driven in where the skull and neck hinge.

Still, it's the price.  But, I am going to try to remember to call my doctor, so as to get a three month supply of these new medicines, so I can give them more of a trial without having to remember to reorder, then refill, every time I turn around.  Time is different when one is mostly dead.

I thought I heard the plow go through last night.  I think I actually rolled quickly enough to look out and see it go on down the highway, leaving town.  With the headache, sleep wasn't very deep.  Still, couldn't be sure.  I was planning on getting out and clearing the drive, if so.  But, looking out, there really isn't enough to plow.  It's just a thick dusting.  From what I think I am looking at, even clearing the sidewalks... there just isn't enough that the shovels would really do anything.  I'll know better when I get to chores.

Oh, after chores, I'll give the bucks a bit more time with the does, and see if it works for them.  Two breeding periods, within eight to twelve hours, can really improve potential for pregnancy and numbers in the litters.  Or so I have it.  And, since not all of them make it, in any case, I might as well give it as much chance as possible.

I won't have the little buck breed again for about a week.  But I will try to have the other big buck breed.  If one won't, the other, I am pretty sure, will.  My main problem is cage spaces.  I just don't have enough.  I should cull, but I need to know which one to cull!  Gah.  Actually, I am pretty sure which one needs to be culled.  She was a bully, then refused to tend her kits.  And she is... now... a serious twitch.  I just... hate to do it.  Hmm...  Anyway.

Now, to get breakfast, wake, see if the headache will ease...  Get a shower, set up dishes finally?  Shave perhaps.  Begin laundry.  Call the V.A.  Chores, litter, feeding the girls... I reset their water last night, with indoor water.  They seem... fine with it.  So, from now on, I'll just change it every few days, rather than holding out for hydrant water.  Ugh.

Blood sugar is better, at 138 fasting.  It was 159 yesterday.  It shouldn't have been high yesterday.  Though, from the day before, it had been oddly low for what I ate.  So... sometimes it seems to hold off, or even last high for a while.  The body does whatever it damn well does, and we just live in it.  I don't think health is actually a science, and I think doctors damn well know it.  For one thing, if it was, I would be dead.  No one, just on this one set of things alone, survives... having had bp average 218/180 for six months isn't... possible.  And I've done it twice now, or three times is it?  Oh, and pulse averaged 130 for that last time anyway.  The highest I saw it was 170... my pulse.  That, any of it but certainly all of it, is beyond lethal.

Anyway...  I'm back on the chain gang, and will pay in the short term, if hopefully it gets things back in order in short order.  I am still attempting to cut here, as I have added there, to get a balance between too low and too high.  I'm not sure if cutting the little carvedilol pill was too much, or too little, or either way by how much.  May have to add it back, and cut something else.  I could cut the second newest pill in half.  I now have... methods and madness.  I just need to keep in medicine long enough to really give it a go before... falling out of medicine and losing the cohesion, getting messed up in the reorder process, and such.  Ugh.  It's an ugly little life at times.  Everything can go off the rails in a nosebleed second.  For little or no seeming cause.  Still, it's what I've got.  And I will do my best.  Amen.

Well... on to breakfast, and maybe a... making some room for it before.  Bleh.  I'll let it brew while I stir up a brew myself.  Yea, I'm trying to say it without saying it.  Have a great day.  And may you brew well, yourself.  *grins*  If it's an easy one, it can be a pleasant one.  Later.