Calling it.

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At 19:10, having waken at... what was it? 01:30?  Seventeen hours and change, up.  All good.  Couldn't do much.  Did eat, fed Sassy, a few other things?  I... don't even remember.  Stretching my days for days has made memory... funky.  It disappears, shortly, behind me, as dreams fade after waking.  I can feel short term memory being erased as I write.  I... try to hold onto it, but it just can't remain.

That will change, as I regain my footing in the day.  Medicine has been regular for at least the last three days.  I think there was some messing up, a lot of it, the week before.  Doing what I can, as honestly as possible.  Oh, crap.  Insulin.  I'll... get that going tonight.  Rough.

Feet feel weird.  But they aren't swollen.  Feel like it though.  Odd.

I ran into something that so well captures something I suggested in a recent post?  I... can't... be sure.  Have I even be posting.  I... can't recall.  But I think so.  Or I have been dreaming of posting.  Music?  I... would have to check.  I don't want to pop out and back in.  Running out of even fumes.  But... somewhere, in a post, or dream, dream of a post, I discussed women's problems, with life, and love?  Or... something.  But this... this reminds me so of much that I intended.  Not sure I got across what I meant.  This will, or an aspect of it.

There were others.  If, it looks like whoever opened the account, closed it back down again.  And I have two bleeding nostrils, so won't be going down exactly now.  As soon as I can get them stopped, or at least slowed enough that they can be blocked.  Ah, well... it'll happen.  Patience.  Die, often enough, and you will learn that.  Amen.  Goodnight.