A new month, start.

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Smaller order(s), and going forward.  Including a few things for the house.  A few new pillows, it's time.  A few bandages, of various sizes, in the type they used.  I have some, but would like to find some smaller, more fitting sizes, for the various wound sites.  Things like that.  Under two hundred, a fifty spot under, before taxes or so.

Changing how things are paid.  Their card is paid, won't be used again.  Putting it all on once card, which can be watched.  After the items arrive, the card will be taken off the account.  Whether it is they, or myself, which can't be trusted?  Both, perhaps?  Then watching.  All accounts.  Whether plugged in, when plugged in, when not.

Going to cash, for many things.  Won't be giving out my account information or card numbers, and will be replacing cards.  Money was slipping out.  I just can't focus enough to be sure.  May be changing my main bank.  They are all dei, unfortunately.  For now.  I need to find one I can watch more carefully.  Banks are... very... odd these days.  They were never all that trustworthy.  That has... fallen.

Bit by bit I am pulling away from the system.  I don't have enough to invest in pm's, and am not sure that is a real thing either.  At this point, precious metals are non-digital bitcoins... controlled assets, by the West or China, neither with any interest in profiting the holders.  It's essentially a piggy bank for the major financial controllers, not a holder of wealth.  Things would have to change impossibly for that to change.  Silver, gold, the others are fictions whole cloth.  Platinum?  Please, an industrial item, created by government involvements, of no real actual worth.

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The goal is to hold on to a few more dollars, control spending, aim that money in certain directions.  Getting the place put together.  Obtaining a passport.  Figuring out paperwork.  Making plans.

Learning to ride.  Look, you have to give the road it's dues.  Some skin, it's the price of defying forms of reality.  Not that... one payment is all that is required.  I suspect the road is a thirsty girl.  Skin, in the game or no game.

Sorting out the world.  Changing some things.

I woke a bit earlier than I thought I would.  I set the alarms for six and eight?  I don't remember hearing the alarm(s).  Only, I woke up around 6:30?  Give or take a quarter.  Feeling... pretty good, given all the givens.  A slight headache.  I need to shower.

I've been checking church times and things, but honestly?  I'm not sure it is possible.  While I am comfortable, in a tight little closed, world.  The truth is, getting cleaned, dressed, and out, might be more than is possible.  Oh... I'm... going to push in that direction.  I am going to try.  Yet I suspect those things, at some point, escape my grasp.  I will... find out.

Pain, death, we are alone in these things.  Even if I had a woman, or house nurse, or such?  It just doesn't matter.  I can't share that out.  And, everything I do hurts.  Pulling all of the bandages, and resetting those?  Washing the wounds?  It's... something for which I am not happily anticipating.  It will be... good... probably... when finished?  But I will be exhausted and suffering harshly for it.

Blood sugar is coming down.  Eating, even carby food... if very little of that... is helping with blood sugar.  I... don't... like food.  Still... it seems required.  Three to four days of not eating before these last two days of food.  And... similar before it.  Crazy.  But the wounds?  And pain.  Blood sugar was down to 125 fasting today.  I have blood sugar test strips on the way.  Will probably just go to testing in the afternoons, after food and coffee, just doing fasting blood sugar a few times a week.  I can't afford too much of that stuff.  One a day, unless trying something new.

Blathering.  It's cool and raining.  Later.