Sleep.

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So much sleep!  I can't escape it.  Even so, for the first time in... I can't even remember?  I fell asleep on my chair down here.  Always afraid I will end up falling.  And, sort of do, which wakes me.  To pure horror.  But I, so far, have caught myself the few times this has happened this decade.  Blah!

It was around 11:00 to noon thirty, when I woke and went on to bed.  Not absolutely sure.  When I fell asleep?  Nine, seven?  Earlier by a good deal.  I tried to stay awake to bring the package in.  Didn't make it.  It was here when I woke though.  So, it's in charging.  And, I washed the grip cover for it.

They finally made the controllers for adult sized hands.  Hopefully that means fewer kids are playing?  It's... an addiction.  One of the worst sorts?  Well, it's along the lines of fast food, junk food, or even partially carb based food.  Used to be alcohol and tobacco too... that is, very bad for you, possibly as bad as drugs (which are bad for you AND much worse for society).  But, as with Romans?  The arena and bread, we have sports and gaming and bad food.  But beer is going away, if it killed itself.  Hooch going away, killed by the stronger and weaker (used to be illegal) drugs.  Food?  The people who aren't stoned into the stone age are figuring out the food, medical, pharma, agriculture, problem and are desperately struggling for right food.  But... most of whom are just not up to the struggle, and suffering, it takes to eat right.  Put in a little sugar, and they'll find a "reason" to eat it, over the unsugared stuff, even if it is already made of the worst sorts of carbs.

Hell, I'm not judging.  I'm struggling like the worst junky out there.  And, that, just with simple foods.  Oh, I'm... mostly doing it.  Don't get me wrong.  But it is absolutely crushing me.  I am yet to see the other side of the dark, dark, tunnel.  Some of that may be infection?  Some of it might be that it's winter?  Some of it may be that I am older.  And add them all up, then put my on potent antibiotics, and you get a steam-rolled old tank, just hold on for dear life, while all but praying for a quick easy death.

What a ride!  I love it.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  And... don't you dare go feeling sorry for me.  Drop by and kick me in the johnson just so I don't stop hurting until I get back on my feet!  Hell yeah, I'm... that kind of girl.  *grins*

This "morning".  Better.  Body is still achy.  I took painpills first thing, with the other meds and minerals.  Having a little pill box upstairs, and some water, is keeping me well on track.  I either did, or will, take my last antibiotic.  And, hopefully, I will stay awake long enough to call my primary in SLC, see if his office will prescribe the next step(s) in curing that f'ing leg wound.  I'll... stay on it, this time.  Until it fixes or kills me, anyway.

Damn but that thing still hurts sometimes.  Ugh, and double ugh.  Not... like the first ten days after the psychopath ripped into it and tore living and dead flesh out.  But, it... still aches.  I think it shadow aches for some of the flesh removed.  It has healed much better.  The scab is strong but not whorey, thick, like a manhole cover.  The area isn't as tender, but the whole area, about the size of a silver dollar, is still red and tender.  It had gotten to a softball sized patch, so that's... better.  Still, if I don't keep up on that... and even if I do...  Damn.  But, I'll... do my best.

More soup?  If there is any left.  I may go a few days without eating again.  Blood sugar is 135 fasting.  Bastards!  Coffee, and water, maybe bone broth with or without hot spices and cream.  Sounds like a plan.  What day?  Monday.  I forgot trash.  But have been sleeping so much, so hard.  Or trying to sneak past it and ending up sleeping in a chair.  Damned dangerous.  But... wouldn't have it any other way.

Up for more?  Why else would I be here, young one?  God called, but called a bull, a wild, massive, angry to the bone, hungry, thirsty, strict machine, bull in the heather.  And He's betting on me.  I give Him more than even trade on His wager.  He... isn't a good loser.  Neither am I.  Amen.