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Not quite terrible, or even awful? Just... not well. A bit hungry, though with nausea. A bit too cool, in some places. And, yet... too warm about the upper body and on to the head, as if I had a minor fever. Tired, but I can't sleep. Sort of an annoying situation. I'll keep at things, as possible.
I have fed Sassy three times already this morning... every two hours, this morning. I feed her every two to three hours, depending on... things. She seemed more hungry today, so she was fed a bit more quickly. Though I'll pace the rest of here meals a bit further apart. I use a three ounce can, two of them, and give her about an ounce a meal. Plus, every other meal gets some additional 'hard tack' treats.
The flavors vary, various sea food, and various land meats, though they are pretty regular with what is available at what price range. Her treats have... eight packs. Two types have two packs per, the rest are singular. I try to space flavors. Water is changed every few days. Litter is sorted once to three times a day (at least now that I can get back to them without becoming claustrophobic after some changes. But, I do my best to take care of her.
She is aging. And they age so much faster than we do. Sometimes I wonder if she no longer likes me. It's just how she interacts changes. She still likes to sleep up there with me, when I let her... which isn't always. But, during the day, while she does visit from time to time, it's rarer. She... sleeps more, and more. She is already older than I am, in our perspective lifecycle. Well, do what you can.
I would really like something to eat. That just may not happen. After fatted coffee and beef sticks, and a few hours, blood sugar is to 112. I was hoping for sub 100, but... so it goes. It does keep dropping... more or less slowly, if inexorably. Carnivore, it seems, is pretty much required.
Hmm. I am sure I have fresh olive oil, and various sorts of vinegar. Spices, herbs, and maybe bottled lemon juice. I could make some fine dressing, see about cheese or not, perhaps a pack of tuna, and tea. That wouldn't be too difficult, and would be quite delectable. Oddly. And wouldn't bother my blood sugar all that much, if at all. So... sure!
Then, perhaps, a shower. And starting another load of laundry. Gaming a bit. And? Maybe some work on boxes, or clearing a few areas, or something... or several somethings? Maybe.
The miter saw is arriving today. The stand is already here but I haven't messed with it yet. Sort of want to do it as a unit. Is that necessary? Maybe not. I could put the stand, mostly, together. And have it ready for when the saw arrives.
I did just buy, essentially, a woodworkers minimum setup. The only thing I didn't get was a planer. But, for my wants, that just wasn't needed. I'm not absolutely certain about the miter saw. Though... time will tell. Various blades, protective wear, accessories, and tools besides. Should... be set up for almost any trim work, basic to slightly advanced carpentry, and cabinetry. Of course, that doesn't include materials, wood... screw, glues, other hardware. But... it's... a good start.
At worst I end up selling much at a loss. Get what I can back. At best, I add fifty thousand, maybe a hundred thousand, to the value of my home, for ten thousand in tools and lumber, and time and effort? Will find out.
Yes... salad sounds good. With tea. Later.
Sock is doing good, keeps that blister down. When I do remove the sock-top for a few minutes the blister fills back up, plasma getting redder, now it's a full on blood blister. I'm keeping the sock on. Bruise is spectacular! Mottled dark purple whole inside of calf from knee to ankle... gruesome! Starting to itch, it's healing.
ReplyDeleteHot spicy hamburger, Black& red pepper, with a couple spoonfulls of her mac&cheese (should add green beans)
No dogs, she's gone, they only come down when she's here.
I call them storm bruises. Something between beautiful and terrifying. That's the strangest way I have ever heard of a man getting a blister. You win... some award. The blister mister award?
ReplyDeleteI want to eat, just... can't. I had salad, but it didn't really do much. Even with tuna and some blue cheese. Meh. Though the romaine doesn't look dated, it sort of tastes like it? Or... more... doesn't taste fresh. Just... nothing. Hmm, if I had burger thawed, that... would do. Especially spiced.
So funny that the dogs... have that funny way. They... know things. Or... have their own little belief systems. Cats do too. Not always the same, but... not always different. We must come across as odd to them, more odd than they to us? Still, love the small and furry, ornery or dismissive, or whatnot. Glad to offer what I can, to mine. When... she bothers to notice... or wake up, then notice? :) Wish I could sleep like that.