So very much better.

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Almost forgetting to take medicine.  I think the heat was becoming a compounding portion of the health problem.  Still, want to take medicine for a while.  A few weeks.  If needed, longer.  If not... let it go until or unless it becomes a problem again.  I will run out.  But... such is life.

A few more days and I am hoping to begin doing some real work.  Enjoying life, again, for the first time in a while.  So surprised how that hard of a life sneaks up on me.  I think I'm fine, only to realize I am choking on life.  Brutality.  This helps explain, to me, why people in warmer climates are so dangerous.  And those without a means to controlling the climate in which they live.  It's not all of it, but it is a portion of it.

Why am I not dangerous?  I'm nearly dead.  Not much to put out, in that way.  Though, if something crawled into my abode, and I'm in that kind of shape, who... knows what might happen.  But, I don't, can't, go looking for it.  And, besides, after finding God, things aren't the same.  Yes, it... does make a difference.

Still a bit bruised, around the ribs and torso.  Don't really get that.  I think from gaining, then losing, then gaining, water... I ran into some internal issues.  Most likely.  Still, better.  A few more days and I may be back to normal.  For... whatever that means.

It's bedtime.  Time to sleep.  Should rest well.  Should.  I'll find out.