Up late?

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Technically.  Awake at noon.  But I didn't go (back to) bed until half past three to a quarter to four.  So... no?  I went to bed a bit before 16:00 yesterday.  Then woke at... well... I have no idea.  I would guess sometime between 17:00 and 22:00?  So, sleep is just off.  It is warm up.  That is throwing things off.  It's just how it goes.  In some ways, I am extremely fragile.  Things will be off until temps stabilize and I learn how to manage temperature controls, then get used to it.  Well, until it begins cooling again.  So it goes for the near dead.

I now need to take a shower.  Then change the bandaging.  I'll do as I did last time?  Or... not?  I may just put on the better bandaging and the packing.  But not put compression on right away.  However, if it hurts too much, again, this time?  Then I'll stick to the plan devised recently.  I just... hate messing with this more, and again, and... else.  I'd like to push through, if possible.

My foster mother would have called it the lazy man's effort.  Trying to do too much at once, and either breaking things or self.  And, yes, she had points.  Mothers... do... have points.  As with fathers.  But, sometimes, I don't have the energy for more.  So... it's either now or never, do it all or just... go back to sleep.

My brother called, left a message.  My mother called but did not.  He is going in to set up a phone for my mother.  Then, either send it to her, or have them send it to her.  So, maybe, she can finally have a phone that works.  The only think I absolutely want on the phone is a fingerprint security system.  That should keep other people off her phone.  Should.

I am still not sure if her problem is with the government phone program being corrupt, angry old people in her nursing home who hate that someone receives calls and is loved, hackers of some sort, or her using her phone for... questionable things.  Some games open up the phone, to be cracked for robocalls and else.  But something is really wrong there.  Hoping this manages that, and allows my brother and myself, and others, to call her.

She's in her mid eighties.  And still has many people who love her, and would call her if her phone worked.  She... should get those calls, and that attention.  She... has earned it.  She might be a mean bitty sometimes, but she'd die for people, has worked hard... for others... at no cost.  She deserves to be called and tended as she fades.

Silly goose wouldn't let me, then changed her mind, then... on and on.  And, I have limits.  Money, time, effort.  But, this time, between self and brother, I am hoping this can finally be tended.  It's good to hear her voice, from time to time.  Oh, best get insurance on it.  You know, if they are willing to sabotage her phone electronically, they might well be willing to break the thing.  Old people, without children, can become extremely hateful beings as they die alone.  Mother put in her time, treasure, and else... even gave us boys an inheritance.  So... right.  I'll take care of her, and it seems like my brother is putting what he can in on the line.

I'll miss her when she is gone.  I don't want to miss her until then.  I am to her what she was to her mother.  They never got the chance to make up.  We have.  While I never met my grandmother, I think she does visit.  She is well pleased.  So... I have invited her to be a party to our relationship.  For... all it's goods and ills.  It's how I do.

Best get to the shower.  Oh... and I put the doctor's number in my phone.  So will be calling around 13:30?  Or so.  I need more potassium too.  my last doctor, or the V.A. pharmacy for some unknown reason, halved that... without telling me, talking to me, or in any way explaining.  Potassium is vital, and mine had been dropping below 3.0...  Bad.  That and the echocardiogram.  Ugh.  Hmm, might try now?  Sure.  My brother will be calling sometime between an half hour and two and a half hours?  Bleh.

Later.