Better, if still rough.

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Wasn't able to sleep as warmly as yesterday and the day before.  But I wasn't bitterly cold either.  As well, I was able to get a decent bit of sleep in, if not as much as I had hoped.  Pains returned, internal.  In the torso.  And the feet were still slightly pained.  Better, though.

I am improving, slowly, incrementally, and with occassional hiccups.  Three steps forward, with a step back here and there.  A bit frustrating, but better than the doldrums of suffering I had known oh too well for far too long.

I am hoping to sleep well, again, tonight.  Then get up for business affairs tomorrow morning.  A few other things, maybe?  Will see.

Mom bought chicken, in parts, from the store.  She cooked it well, but... I could smell, taste, the... badness.  I could not eat it.  I told her not to buy chicken in parts.  For that reason.  She is 83, she just can't taste the taint anymore.  Though I suspect she has... always had flaws that way.  Cheap over quality, feminism leads that way.

She wasn't happy with my refusal.  I wasn't happy with her ignoring my guidance.  If she wants hindquarters, we can buy several whole chickens, amd I will part them.  Roasting the rest, for soup meat or breast salads.  She also bought bratwursts, sausages.  Probably with lots of trash, like whatever "cheese" they put in, sugar, dextrose and or maltodextrose, soy, and who knows what else.  I told her those are hers.  I won't eat those, either.

I don't mind.  If I am hungry, I can figure something out.  Or, as I often do, just go without.  Meh.  She gets rather upset, but I don't care.  I simply won't eat trash, slop, rotten food.  I have worked hard to fix my diabetes, and possibly else, to the level possible.  I am not giving that up for her feelings.  If she wants to eat garbage, she is welcome to do so.  I can live happily without it.

I'll have to look for food I want.  Cook it my way.  And let her mess with the leftovers as she will, or finish those myself.  She way overcooks everything, from eggs (boiled or fried) to roast to steak.  Though I will say, other than the chicken being rancid, it was cooked more correctly.  *sigh*

Yes.  Sleep.  And dreams of women.  Some nights I just can't escape them.  Annoying creatures.  God made them that way.  He also warned against putting them in power.  We are paying for ignoring Him.  He knew what was to happen, though.  Sometimes His warnings are prognostications.  FAFO, sort of things.  We hold the keys, just have to choose to use them.

Goodnight.