Bah!

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No, it wasn't... anything wrong, yesterday, with Sassy.  It wasn't a dream, either.  It is a new method to try to wake poppa.  So as to be fed earlier.  And... no.  No!  If she keeps it up I will feed her less.  Negative feedback is often the way to go.  Barring that, cut em' off the teet, eh mother?  Don't want to find out?  Don't fuck around.  I don't care who you are, or think you are.  Your... rights, regarding me, are limited to me.  Not some social, economic, familial, churchian, or other real or false constructs, organizations, or thought cycles.  And, when I say NO!  Be assured, right or wrong, you have just pretty much might as well have heard from the lips of God Himself.

NO!  And, should we need to tangle about it?  Okay.  For being mostly dead I am pretty brutal to deal with.  We'll start hard, and then go on to severe, with a side of dirty tricks, and such.  Not... that I need to play dirty to win.  I just like to play dirty to make a few points, and cause extra damage just for fun.  Don't... want to find out?  Then don't f around.

*smiles*

That's me in a good mood.  I promise you don't want to see me in a bad mood.  We start with dirty fighting, then get much, much, worse.  I'll even make sure you see it coming.  Doesn't matter, you won't be able to avoid it.  I love the look in the eye, when someone realizes they are on a train track, a train is coming, and they have zero chance of getting off the tracks.  Has nothing to do with size.  That just increases the horror in the last moments.  Doesn't make even an ounce of difference.

Seriously.  I'm in a really good mood this morning.  In spite of Sassy screwing with my sleep, mom leaving another message to be listened to and erased, needing a shower, fasting blood sugar being 127, and some other problems.  I haven't eaten in two days.  What's up with blood sugar.  Asshole.

Still, I slept well.  I turned the electric blanket on and up last night.  Which really helped.  I don't do that every night.  Maybe once, or twice, a week.  Even if I want it, I just... don't.  I do it like I do painkillers.  An occasional attempt at relief.  Not a daily, not even really a weekly, thing.  Well, last night was the night, and it was wonderful.

I am back on medicines very well.  I have finished the antibiotics, a few days ago.  Oops, found one.  I'll take it.  Did my level best.  Will order a second round, because that isn't enough.  But... the leg patch is really helping.  Just keeping that area warmer is helping to ease the pain, almost eliminating it.  But definitely reducing the severity by a LOT, and frequency to rare rather than occasional.  Oh, think of a raw tooth nerve, only the size of a silver dollar or fifty cent piece.  Right, seriously, it was that bad sometimes.  You know?  I... never screamed?  My heart kept trying to seize.  Surprised it didn't.  It's... a good bad heart.  *grins*  But I never screamed.  Even with no one around to laugh, or find and kill me.

Teeth brushed.  A new method was formulated.  Gargle with the iodine solution, then brush, then gargle with the sweet mouth stuff.  No fluoride.  Even if they paid you to use it, that would be cheaper than treating it as the toxic waste it is.  So, to put it in your mouth, at your cost?  Putzes.  Next, sometime today?  A shower.

Payday is coming up.  Yeah.  I don't really need food.  I have a list of wants.  Think I will pair that down.  A lot.  Want to spend more on catching up.  Later.