Just past midnight.

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Well, when I woke.  A bit of tinkering since.  Decided to kick out a post.

With a fan going only, it stayed cooler up there?  I had a feeling that the ac wasn't needed.  It wasn't.  I initially had difficulty sleeping, too cool even with just a fan.  I really wanted to get up and turn it off, I just couldn't.  One of those nights, no... ability to push out of bed.  REALLY wanted to shut it off.  Simply could not push out.  So, I buried myself into the blankets and, eventually, drifted off.

Slept well.  It was probably a good call to keep it on.  It was 73 near me, 72 in the main, upstairs.  I'm not even sure the windows are open?  Odd.  It was 73 in this front room, 71 in the main.  Warmed a degree up here since.  But I have the sheet curtains closed, between the living and front room, the door isn't open, and no fans going down here.  Oh, and it is 49 outdoors.  Which... probably means it'll drop five to ten through the night.  It's a nice feeling 49?  I must be adjusting much more quickly than usual.  If, too, this is more likely a cold(er) snap than how things will be to the end of summer, beginning of fall.  Though... who can tell these days.  Life is very odd, with weather.  And... no... your silly ass has nothing to do with it.  Look at the bright shiny in the sky, and ask why the planets humans are not on are also going through the same weather changes.  Then go get another jab, believer.  You believe in man, in all ways.  I know nothing, yet I know a damn sight better.

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I have been so tired.  This is the first day in a while that I am not totally exhausted.  The game was eating my lunch, again.  Then taking medicine stole my lunch, ate it, and left the remnants on my porch!  Get off my porch, medicine!

Today?  Hopefully some business.  A few things to do.  A shower as well.  I changed the bandaging.  Trying to get it toward a scab.  Then to leave it alone for a few months.  I thought about going in, talking to them.  But I don't think, if they can help, they will.  An... awkward conversation would occur.  Their fault, my fault, no one's fault, it's not healing.  The other wounds are healed.  I don't know, I guess I just have a wound.  So be it.  Sure, I asked God.  He said "no", too.  I understand.  So be it.

No, I don't get angry with God.  Or me, or even the way of the world as it is.  I just... understand, it is what, as, it is.  I'll continue working on it, in time.  But I need to let it be for a while.  I have a method of removing the scab, and may do that from time to time, say every few months before going in to see the doctor.  Other than that, once I get it scabbed back up, I'll just leave it alone unless it bleeds through, or I bump or wash the scab off, or such.

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Well... on with life.  A fatted coffee.  Then, sometime, a bit of steak.  Days and nights are spinning.  Can't remember the last time I ate?  Oh, probably a fast food breakfast the other day.  Thursday?  Friday?  Friday... I am almost sure.  That was my last meal.  So, yes, breakfast would be fine.  Along with a fatted coffee.  Having water and electrolytes currently, with a touch of vinegar.

Not quite ready to cook though.  Some gaming, to wake my brain up.  And, in there, after I can think and stand, getting the griddle heating.  Sirloin, this morning, if not for three to five hours.  But, since it has been a few days since I have eaten, I don't exactly mind when.

Blood sugar is 147 fasting.  Stupid food, stupid readings.  I am betting, a third of that steak, with a fatted coffee, and I'll be down in the low 100s.  Doubt if it will go lower.  And it's always only a hope.  Never can be sure.  Later.