Estrogen all over everything.

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Oh, I don't mind.  I get the scent of... cinnamon buns, home made caramels, fried chicken, and lipstick.  Oh, and a hint of a parfum or three... well, and the scent of the purists, and... really purist purists.  Still, it's... around.  Hateful?  And curious.  Feminine.  Nosy.  Looking under rocks, even those.  Women.  Ladies?  Grins.

Oh, the videos.  Wonderful, or not.  Hundreds have clamored for eye space, time.  Some were dumped, some were allowed, only few are showing up.  Not... all are being showed because they are preferred.  Just... they were... a part of it.  So few will be showed.  Though, I did drop all the patriarchy ones.  Pretty much.

Better?

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Almost?  I went to bed late, but when it was comfortable.  And woke late, when it fit.  I couldn't do things on my schedule, so did them when they were reasonable.  When I was able, not when I wanted to do them.  It makes sense, but sometimes my stubborn streak sees me pushing things way out of shape trying to do things my way.

If I tried to work a nine to five, or some other scheduled life, I couldn't do it.  Thankfully, that isn't required.  Frustrating, though.  If nothing else, I would like to be more social.  It just isn't possible.  Social requires... some sort of scheduling.  I don't have that.

Who knew?

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She's... still reading, listening.  Yeah.  I thought she had flown the nest a bit ago.

Oh?  Oh yes.

I had to chuckle.

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Someone was saying something, or coincidences are real.  Since I don't believe the latter, if I also don't necessarily believe the former, I am left with what is.  I will let you decide.  Oh, there was more, but this is what I will share.

Brats, and more.

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I did get the chicken brats going.  But, while scrounging, I found beef based 'polish' sausages.  Which are usually, as well, pork.  However, I can't find pork brats or polish sausages that don't have sugar, or soy, or... who knows what all.  Some of it can't honestly be pronounced correctly, because it was meant to be not understood.

Anyway, while beef and chicken sausages aren't as rich?  If they are not contaminated with chemicals, I'll... take that.  Into the oven, allowed to brown well, nearly burn... get a good crisp skin.  Then I added sauerkraut and a bit extra vinegar.

Someone remembered.

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The problems with peeing.  Too much, too often, at night... I've dealt with this before.  And, found a video about it.  Besides being a babe, this woman had really good advice.  So, I'll... play it again.

Yes, carbonated water.  I began drinking more, and more, and more.  And, for a bit, that helped.  But I had forgotten that it can disturb the bladder.  I need to get the r.o. machine back in operation.  So I have some flatwater, to drink with the carbonated.  Mix and match, adding electrolytes, and such.

Very strange.

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Still awake.  My clocks are reading 1:19, or... were when I started writing this.  The problem with that?  They... have been reading for 1:19 for... hours?  It seems like that.  The second to the last time I fed Sassy, I am sure it read 1:19 exactly.  So... when I just checked the time, I expected it to be around four, or five.

I promise I am not having a breakdown.  I'm not even that tired.  Something very strange just happened.  Or... is happening?  No worries.

I ought to go on to bed, but I am... voiding so well I would rather push through a bit more awake time, and dump more fluid.  I have done really well today, with that.  If I had to say, I'd put money that I have put out ten to fifteen liters.  I roughly measure it, being that I need to get rid of it.  But there has been so much outgoing, and so often, that a bit of an estimation at the readings means I could be off by a lot.  But in that range.

So, yes, I have been drinking too.  Perhaps I am being a bit too clever by far.  Or the balance isn't good.  I do what I can.  Think of the large volume coming in as a parachute to manage the vast volume going out.  Without it, I'd hit hard.  I've dehydrated, harshly, before.  Dangerous county.  I'm doing what I can.

Well?  On to bed, I think.  Good night.

Well fed.

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No, not just myself.  Sassy has been quite well fed today as well.  And given plenty of attention.  I don't bother her every time I walk past, half the time, or a bit more... or less.  Just a bit of soft scratching behind the ears, a light massage of body, or legs and paws.  A smile, and kind word.  Just to make sure she knows she is loved.

Sometimes she quite enjoys, sometimes she suggests I move on along.  But, if I then pass her up a few times, she might ask what's wrong.  Silly girl.  She's at least as bad as I am?  *sigh*  But, life is pretty good.

Rememberings.

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You... had to be there?

Texts away.

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Such... a good, non-intrusive, way to... be a party to others.  I... wish I had thought of it before.  There are some people, like me or not, who I... wish to share these things with.  Smoke signals just don't work.  And calling can be a bit invasive.  But texts?  That... works.  And, then, people know.

As a fact, I my increase the circle with whom I text.  Not a lot.  There are a few.  Oh... one more?  I... sort of fear some.  Have become a stranger.  And, yet, how can family be strangers?  And... well wishes always seem welcome.  Especially from tards.  :p

Happy Thanksgiving.

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I hope you find yourself somewhere warm, hopefully with some food, and possibly with neighbors, friends, kin.  Though, if like me, sort of adrift, I'll place a few calls.  I do have food, and the furnace is set to nicely warm the place.  Some days, the last several really, I... have been enjoying a bit more warmth.

Though, if you forget, as I almost did?  Thanksgiving can be any day, and should be most of them.  Any time you have a good meal, give thanks.  One time a year?  I feel bad for those who are only pleased one day a year!  I'd suggest branching out.  I do.

Supper and coffee helped.

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Fluid is... draining down.  The burning sensation from my knees on down is easing.  Pretty constant, not as harsh.  A bit of a fever now though?  Yes, just under the skin, on the face.  Still, rather calm, easy enough.  No serious pain.  Actually, other than the burning feet on down, no other pain, aches, or negative sensations.

As well, the food warmed the body.  As a whole.  So, now I have a slight fever instead of the chills?  Though, I suspect rather than trading, I would have ended up with both.  Having both, at the same time, is the worst.  I'm adding dabs of vick's under my nose, a few times a day.  It helps too.  I don't slather it like my mother did, but using enough to keep the airways open.  It seems to be pleasant, as a general rule, just simply.  I may buy another tub or two.  To have one upstairs, and on just... for extra.  This stuff is really good, at least when something is going around.  Hmm, and aspirin.  I don't need the heavy stuff, but aspirin would be good for the fever.  It... can help.

Oh, and... visitors.  From afar.  Some known, some not.  I'll... put something together.  For Friday, or Saturday.  Had to laugh, just a bit.  Later, or good night.

So cold!

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I've had heated food, twice.  I have the furnace up, a lot.  I'm dressed very warmly.  And I am still absolutely freezing.  I'll see about coffee, and another meal?  Sure.

Though, too, I may just go on to bed shortly.  Little sleep doesn't help.  If that isn't the main thing.

Rough, doubly so.

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Didn't get to bed until well after four.  Perhaps six, eight?  Just... couldn't sleep.  Didn't game.  Just surfed the internet for no good ends.  Drifting, you know.

Trying to figure out how many waterpills to take, and when.  Still absolutely bloated from fluid buildup.  I asked a friend if he had ever heard of, or maybe tasted, roasted peeled, grapes.  Well, this isn't a food thing, but... that is more or less what my feet feel like.

Is she a bitch?

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Some people, things... saying things.

Yes... I remember, hear, feel.

A better morning.

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Up at eight thirty?  A bit before, a bit after, but... yea.  More sleep.  Needed light to wake?  Or... what of it is available.  It's a gloompuss day.  All good though.

Sassy fed.  I had some corn and peas, again.  Coffee as well.

Not bad.

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Anything I eat, at this point, has the potential to push nausea, or relieve it.  Wasn't sure which way pickled pork hocks would go.  But really wanted some meat.  It isn't the most delicious, thinking more fried, roasted, or such, for meat.  But it surprisingly eased my nausea.  And, was somewhat satisfying.

There were only a few pieces, from the old jug.  I wasn't sure if the new jug would be better, being fresh.  Or if... pickled is pickled, so it wouldn't matter.  I do think the fresher is better.  Both are rather old, but have been refrigerated the whole time.  It's just that with one, the seal was broken probably six months ago?  Or longer.  Oh well.

Have you ever wanted to throw up?

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I was hoping coffee would do it.  Oh, I love coffee.  But in certain conditions, it can push things.  So, I good strong press was brewed.  Nope.  It made it just enough better that it will last longer.

Just... need food?  Or something.  Something is just wrong.  I need food.  Can't cook.  Can't drive.  What I have won't do.

I wasn't the only one.

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He was already in town, but working on a leak at his folks' house.  So... not so much.  But I get it.  He had to help me with a similar situation, not long ago.  Odd how those things can happen.  He just won't be able to do this, and that.  And time is... what it is.

Yes, those jobs can eat time.  And are vital.  His father has a good son.  Several of them, really.  But one of them is good, and handy.

Cold salad and warm corn.

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Not... as filling as... well... about as filling as it sounds.  Not... just not much.  I can't really get to more.  Hungry, enough.  To eat.  Just not able to cook, and don't have anything to cook.  Thought about getting out, but realized my tags are... needing renewed.  Don't want to risk it, until I am going in for that.  Sure would like chicken, or... something.  Fried chicken would be nice, even.  Food, something more solid, real.  Ugh.

Still not feeling good though, either.  The painpills did their thing, for now.  It's not all pain, as the problem.  A very light feverishness, the symptoms of a minor headache even if the pain is mostly subdued, and mild gastro issues.  Plus hunger.  Hmm, there might... be another way.  A favor, asked.  Though... with benefits.  Fly?  I'll buy.  Will see.  Can ask, innit?

Hours to get through.

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Trying to find out who to call, about tags for my vehicle.  Which office.  I was transferred to five offices, sent to two others.  None of them had information.  One number seems to have no one manning it.  I finally found a list of offices, and chose the ones more likely to work.  And?

The first office, the one I thought, was... if not it, had the information I needed.  Two hours, calling in every eight to ten minutes.  Trying to get through to some of the numbers given.  This isn't state level, it is county level.  They either didn't know, or didn't want to help.  Difficult to know.

Late down and up.

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Midnight, right before, before I went down.  I had planned, hoped, thought, I would be down by 19:30, at the latest.  I just fell... awake?  Insomnia, perhaps, a minor spell of it.  Then, not up until 8:30.  I struggled with it, from seven on.  It was as good as I could do.

Achy, still.  Sore.  Not as bad as it was, not great.  Then again, it is going from good to bad to good, worse then better, over time.  Meh.

Bedtime is closing in.

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I just can't game.  Not facing anything too difficult, if everything seems difficult at the moment.  The headache has returned, and maybe a bit of a fever.  Body aches, and such.  No, it wasn't the chicken sausages.  That's a different thing, when it happens.  Some of it sounds similar, but it feels much different.

No, this is the flu.  Perhaps coming back.  Or some other thing, a harsh cold.  Nothing really serious, just irritating.  If it lasts a day or two I will be surprised.  But I'll stay in until I am finished with it.  I don't worry about my health getting worse, I simply don't want to give people what I've got.  Even if it is mild.  Though, what is mild for me, in spite of my health flaws, seems to take other people down hard, for more like a week.

Much better browned a bit more.

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The brats were browned, skins crisped.  As well, the sauerkraut was even ever so slightly browned, almost burned in streaks.  Added... a little something to it.  As a general rule, I wouldn't go that way.  But with chicken based brats, yes.  I think that worked better.  Still, not exactly my favorite meal.  But, in this case, as a beggar of sorts, I can't be a chooser.

Drinking a lot of water, as it goes out, something has to come back in.  The trick is to find balance.  I took a few extra waterpills yesterday and today.  Will probably take just one extra the next few days.  Then back it down to normal, if the legs and feet are looking more human.

Different.

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I bought bratwursts.  I didn't look at every single tiny detail.  What I was looking for was anything that should be in food, while striking unimportant things.  Organic garlic?  Doesn't matter, especially if it is from China.  That is no more organic, by American food standards, than I am a dwarf.  Besides, even in America, both the label and it's value even if technically legit, are of dubious concerns.

So, garlic powder, onion powder, and so on.  No soy, no sugar (of any sort), no artificial flavors, no "natural" flavorings, no colors, no... you... get the point.  And, these were all good, in that.  What I didn't notice is that the meat was not pork, but chicken.

Such strange mornings.

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I slept mostly well.  A little cooler.  I think it's because, as I lose fluid, my body has to reshape things.  And... that leaves me vulnerable to the cold.  Same as when I gain a lot of water weight quickly.  Shape shifting has costs.

Though, this morning, I was seeing light, seep through into my sleep.  I... couldn't wake up though.  Not... fully.  I kept trying to find which light was on, and turn it off.  When I was finally able to wake enough to consciously do more than understand light was an issue, I... realized the problem.