Sometimes the songs... just pop and fit.

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New and old.  Just two.  But... they brought a smile to my face, and so well fit the dreams.

A lot of sleep.

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No real choice.  I went down, somewhere after 09:00, but before 13:00.  I just... don't know when.  I woke at 17:37... the ducks.  No bark this time, waking was natural and so much easier.  I put the ducks in, bolted the door, and went back to bed.  It is just almost midnight as I wake.  Oh, I woke at various times.  Various past and potential women on my mind.  Haunting, teasing, denying, whatever.

I have things to do.  If need be, and able, I will nap in a few more hours.  Or... if possible, go right on back to bed.  Up to feed the girls.  Check their litter and water.  And, well, it seemed time.  But the time is so wrong for potential tomorrow.  Time will tell what is able to be done.  It looks like we got snow, too.  Bleh.  I'll... have to figure that out on top of else.

I am not worried about the ducks, they have relatively fresh water and food in with them.  I will want to check the water, make sure they could break through... or replace it.  It has been freezing, but thinly so far.  Ugh.  But with the dark, from the overcast, I may just leave them in.  The hungry things begin to realize scarcity about now, and... begin tasking risks by near-day hunting, if they feel the need.  Winter is hungrier than summer... and it hasn't been much of a summer.  Later.

Oh, right, a visitor last night.

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I know which one it was.  She had a way of doing that, when we lived together.  Even when we had stopped being lovers, she would... crawl in with me some nights.  Difficult.  But... I have... a will... you can't imagine.  Was she testing me, or... loving me, trustfully?  I never... worried.  I just did what I do, did, as I felt called.  And, I loved her, without sex.

I was awake, I am sure.  I felt the covers lift.  At first I thought it was one of the cats.  But... no... the door was closed.  It was when she crawled in, if keeping to her area, that I knew.  I... always smiled a bit.  I suppose, in these times, it was as if a daughter crawled in.  Good to have the company, but... love in a different form.  I just enjoyed having her company.

I didn't let her know I knew she was there.  She might have slipped away.  I am not sure if she knew she was here, though I am certain she knew she was with me... the part of her that was here.  I just... smiled... and went on back to sleep.  Later, I woke, with her cuddling up.  I just left it at that, and went back on to sleep.

It hurts, a bit, to love so well, even rightly, and to yet to be so far apart.  It was a good night anyway.

I have the dishes out, ready for a shower.  But it is so dark!  I had another meal, and will take more insulin.  Blood sugar is staying right around 250.  I can get it lower, but not easily without crashing it currently.  I'll keep working on it.  Thankfully, I found more carb tabs upstairs.  I have ten, just in case, but that's it.  If, when, I can make it back to town, I may try to purchase more.  I need vitamins anyway.  It's finding a store that doesn't require a mask.  I may call some of the drugstores.  Walmart is a place I will no longer use.  Amazon has jacked the prices, and slowed delivery to a week or two, with prime.  They may have to be let go as well.  Without the speed of delivery and reasonable prices, they lose all value... at least to me.

It's bedtime again.  I tried to get going, but there is no way for me to do so.  Later.

Sleep, much needed, had.

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Finished for a while?  I can't say.

Not sure when I woke in the literal morning, or how sleep went before that.  I may have posted about it, but can't focus to read.  What I do know is, I went down, yesterday afternoon, around 13:00~14:30.  Waking to barking at 17:30... right at dusk... if because of the sun being lower or cloudy, I... couldn't make out for certain.  I wanted to go right back to bed, but between twisted innards and some other things, my want was not possible.

Down, though, at about 21:00.  And, now, getting back up at 04:00.  I thought it was 05:00, but... the upstairs alarm was on the incorrect timezone... a simple bump.  One of the flaws of that alarm.  Though... it... so many different buttons can be bumped, I have to check that it is on my time zone, that it is in the 24 hour config, and some other things.  So... using it means I have to come more fully awake.

Today?  A few more dishes, laundry, egg casserole, burger crumble, eating, and back to working on the cages.  I want to pull what has been put in.  It shouldn't be too much trouble.  The reason?  I want to make it so that the bottom and one side screen can be pulled, in order that I can clean the poop out.  Otherwise I would have to crawl under there.  Not... going... to... happen.  So... I need to craft installation for... if not complete removal, at least hinged action so as to get in there.  Bleh.  But... think ahead or try to juggle bowling balls, eggs, and pool balls later.  Choices.

 I have two drummies left.  That might be a breakfast start.  A few hours, on a timer, then I can tinker with dishes, put in a load of laundry, and begin the casserole.  Another rest, then to the ducks and girls... feeding and else.  Already handled their litter, so.  Oh, anyone else noted that the grocery bags have improved.  They were either sabotaging them, store employees or management, both?  Or they were buying more and more inferior bags, with holes in them, easily torn, etc.  I finally noticed, if actually by deviation.  Today was the first bag in... a very long time... that I found with a hole in it, while clearing litter.

Yes, work, and more work, if possible.  The dark makes it difficult.  Not sure if it is still overcast, or will be, but... it's possible.  I'll do what I can.  Later.

Dog. Barking.

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I was still quite asleep.  I still need to be asleep.  I heard the barking.  It was very close, aggressive.  Out of bed, as fast as I could.  Dressed and downstairs.  It still probably took five minutes.  Out the door.  No dog.  The barking had just been for an instant.  The ducks were all in.  But, that they were all in tells me that, yes, there had been a threat.

Everyone looked good, no blood, feathers, or guts... that I could see.  Still, better safe than sorry.  It was just getting dark.  Usually they would just be near the hutch, not in it.  All good.  Safely, or as safely as possible, stowed for the night.  Can't see Herc at night.  He is mostly dark, with few flecks of white, mottled.  Invisible, almost, unless you have night eyes and a visual scent to go by.  He is nearly a thirty pound bird.  So, yea, well camoed.

Oh, but it hurt to wake.  I am still dead tired.  Rising so quickly, for defense, leaves me with a terrible headache, aches everywhere, and a harsh stomach ache.  I ate rightly, but too rightly and too well.  Can't go, yet, but it's brewing.  Which is why I hadn't been eating... digestion takes forever.  I'll... remember that with my next meals.  Smaller bites, fewer of them.  Oh... diced onions, in the casserole, too.  Yes indeed.  A regular rectangular pan will provide enough squares for two meals a week.  Cheese melted on top of some of it, as I warm it in the oven... on broiler if I want a cheese crust.

Now to settle, perhaps 'go', then get back to bed.  There is no way I am in shape to stay up.  Sleep!

I thought...

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Well... I thought... it was someone else.  And, while it was, she thought it was her.

I may have overeaten.

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Oh, but it was delicious.  I haven't had a good real whole full breakfast in a very long time.  The eggs where slightly overdone, but not badly.  There was still some runny yoke.  The sausages are as perfect as I have ever had.  And the toast was just right.  Fatted coffee and a glass of milk as well.  I suppose a small dose of fresh fruit would have been the topper.  But... I won't complain.

It isn't even that I ate a lot.  It's that I haven't eaten a whole, good, full, meal, in a while.  Two to three small pieces of chicken, or a fatted coffee, or a portion of grapes.  Between lack of hunger and inability to digest food, or cook, or... too busy, too tired, too ill... it's been a no-go.  So, yea, it was a treat.  But I am beginning to crash.  My body is hung up on dealing with that food.  Not a sugar crash, at least.  Just... the digestive tract of a dragon.  Like a snake, but with legs and wings.  *wink*

I did get the recycling to the outside barrel, but with two very small, partial, bags, I didn't bother taking it to the curb.  Remember, energy is scant.  I was hoping to save up to work.  Which... I don't think so.  Plus, it's cloudy, which isn't helping.  Ugh.  I'll... do what I can, when I can.  No extra dishes done, no laundry.  I will put the sausages up, deal with a casserole and pickling eggs later.

Still, not bad.  I think the food, in time, will help more than it has hurt.  I need food to work, even if it takes downtime to digest.  And, later, I'll have egg casserole, if nothing else gets done.  That should last a week or so.  Especially if I get the burger cooked, so to make taco salad and... else.  Food is a fundamental.  Batch is the only way, though, if I want a chance at work.  Can only do just so much.  Later.

Link sausages.

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It's been a very long time since I had some.  Longer still since I cooked my own.  Travel food, sometimes, when on the road.  Along with else breakfast type foods.  I used to think they couldn't do as much bad with breakfast food, but... oh yes... they can, and do.  Started getting heartburn every time.  The fats they use... or what passes for fats, and the ingredients in the food?  Yea.  Might as well go to a candy store, with as much sugar and else they stuff in even breakfast food.

I will have two, fresh, as I finish the others.  Going to cook them all.  four with breakfast, a portion for an egg casserole, and a portion for adding to pickled eggs?  That last is a hope.  It means boiling, peeling, and pickling eggs.  I won't do too many, an half gallon worth of the mix.  It doesn't last as long, or well, as they suggest.  The texture turns bad.  Might still be good, but it... yea... no.  It lasts a month, maybe two.  No matter where you store it.  I prefer the counter.  In the fridge, it takes on... odd flavors.  My fridge is old, but it would anyway.

Done!  And?  Perfect!  Sausage has to be fully and well done, but burning it to charcoal, even partly, really isn't good.  This is just at that stage before juice all goes.  Done, absolutely done, but not desiccated.  Oh, and far, vastly, superior to greasy spoons.  For as much as they charge, that really shouldn't be that way.  Who even eats there these days?  No wonder there are so few eaters.  Especially the chains.

I am really looking forward to breakfast.  I even purchased bread.  Rye is the lowest, so I bought two loaves to compare.  I know which one to buy next time.  It has 17 carbs, before dropping for fiber... which is heavier that the other as well.  All around better.  Still, a rare treat.  But, okay.  I... just can't do a perfect keto.  I end up eating right, right until I end up eating everything.  Plan the fail, guide to a better bad, and pray it will do.

Oh... I have the recycling ready to go out.  I should check.  It might be too late, or not.  Not sure if there will be two sacks with the one I take out.  I'll check and... hope... whichever way.  Later.

A bit of it.

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It reads 26 out there.  And there is a brisk wind, probably 6~8 knots steady, from the north... perhaps slight north west.  But it didn't seem all that cold.  I got the cat litter reset, swept under them, and put mats down.  I purchased, hopefully, catcher mats, for anything they track or kick out.  They are larger than anticipated.  Measurements, online, aren't... always... very accurate.  So, I have an extra, which is good, and plenty of overlap, which is also good.

Trash has gone out.  Mostly litter.  The stove top has been cleared, to be cleaned later.  Yipee!  I can finally, soon, probably, get back to cooking again.  I'd like to fry link sausages.  A few fresh, with fried eggs this morning.  A few sliced into rounds for egg, sausage, cheese, and... ... something? casserole.  And, probably, a few for the freezer?  Or should I simply freeze half?  I got them in a bigger lot.  Anyway...

As well, I'd like to fry some ground meat slurry crumble... turkey, burger, pork, whatever ground I have... in some sort of mix.  For taco salad, to add into other things... even with eggs for an meat and cheese omelet.  Who can ever tell what that will go into.  I don't spice it much, but you have to salt it.  Fried ground meats, unsalted while cooking, always have a hollow feel and sense to them.  Perhaps mildly spices with onion and garlic powders, and perhaps some heat and or another spice or three.  Not everything, but things I use in almost all of my meat crumble recipes.  I rarely add cinnamon or clove, for example, so... no... not in a three pound lot.

Bit by bit, I can do more this morning.  The trash is out, and to the curb.  There might be more, can't be certain... if I think... I am done with that for the day.  Other than sacking the bins back up.  Though, perhaps... recycling?  As well, dishes, then a shower, then more dishes in... what was on the stove.  Bleh.  But they are pots and pans, and will be few and easy.  Hmm... I wonder if the angle grinder might help?  Dunno.  Been thinking about it for a while.

Still, a good start.  Tuckering, so I'll sit for a bit.  I'll set the alarm for an hour or so, and check the recycling.  Even just getting it bagged for sure, and out, would be a good thing.  To the curb if I add a bag and there is also one still in?  Yea.  I'll... just... rest a bit.  Later.

Oh, so much better!

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No, not even close, yet, to good.  Just... better.  You don't know what bad is until you have had worse.  I was four or five stages on into worse, by magnitudes, not increments.  I am now... two stages into worse?  Something.  BETTER!  Not good, BETTER.  A lot better though.  Magnitudes, not increments.  Three or four to the improvement.  Much much better.

Part of it has been sleeping at will.  Well, and pushing to be awake as along, per awakening, as possible... up to a certain point.  Going to bed tired, literally not by feeling, is the only way to sleep.  Staying up too long becomes insomnia, and sleep becomes impossible.  Sleeping too long becomes... another form of insomnia.  As well, trying to do what is possible, and maybe just a bit more, while awake... dishes, laundry.  They may seem, even be, trivial.  But they help immensely.  Even if I have to shove to do two or three little chores, or parts of chores... something is vastly superior to nothing... when I can realize to do.

Trash.  It's Monday morning... thankfully early.  I gathered the trash for the upstairs bedside bin... which has been full for... a while, a long while.  Got it!  Now to get what is downstairs, or... that which is amenable to quick disposal... bag, barrel, and curb it.  Recycling?  I don't think I have enough.  Maybe for a single bag?  Maybe.  But, yeah, trash.  And, after, reset the dishes and put the other dishes away.  This time for sure.

Blood sugar is 285 this morning.  High, true, but down nearly three hundred from when I started back up, just a few days ago.  So... yeah.  Still, I have to be very careful with doses.  I am going down and just hitting 10 to 12 cc's, daily.  With my diet, and what is becoming a keto body set, I am a cheap insulin drunk... and I don't have tabs.  Food works, but it's a long painful process to get blood sugar back up... it pretty much kills the day that way.  Tabs aren't good, but they are fast, and after an hour or two I am usually back on track to whatever I might be capable of doing.  Choices.  I have... things to do.

A shower before the dishes.  Work, perhaps two sessions, this morning... on the cages.  A bit of business.  Hopefully more work this afternoon, on the cages.  I'll keep at it.  Feeling better, even if it is just for moments as I wake, sure helps.  I'll tinker as I wake, set an alarm for an hour or two out, then hit it.  I thank God for every opportunity, fleeting as they may be.  And I... think this one will work out.  Later. 

Such a very fast response!

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Oh, I'll... draft this.  A bit late, but... it'll still be noted as very timely.  These, as they are patterned, and from long long ago, or new... some of them... showed up almost immediately.  Actually... no... not almost anything.  They were there right away.  So, I... captured and will set them out.  This would have been published at just before 10:00, if that doesn't mean much... an hour or so after the last post... (the post before that, actually... time... isn't what it seems).  I wanted to give things more time.  Just... because.  Anyway...

Reading and feeling are not congruent.

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Congruent?  They don't match.  They disagree.  After a meal, if just after, blood sugar is at 151.  But it still feels like I'm having an insulin drop.  A severe one.  Still dizzy, nauseous, fevered, and some other things.  Mushrooms with some leftover chicken, not a lot.  couldn't eat very much.  I ate a reasonable amount to call it a full meal, but just.

I am not sure what else to do.  Go take a nap?  I am not sure that is a choice.  Falling, quickly.  Not sure that is the best idea, not, as mentioned, necessarily a choice.  Muscles are burning.  It's an odd thing.  Not doing well, not at all.  I have had worse.  I have also, and usually, had better.  I wish I had more carb tabs.  I may check the medicine cupboard... there might be some left.  I just don't think so.  Even hiking out to check... I'll... need to get prepped for the energy burn.  Tired.

Yeah, I think on to bed.  When I can regain enough energy to check the cupboard, and elsewise get going.  I'll... get there, soon enough.  Good morning, day, and night.

Awake but...

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Well?  It's been... touch and go for a while now.  Why?  A dozen and one reasons.  A thousand and one?  Can't seem to live, or die.  Feel awful?  Feel good?  Doesn't matter, can't get to things either way.

I keep thinking it is much later.

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At two, I thought it would be about five.  At three thirty, I thought it was like... six, maybe even nine.  Ugh.

I haven't been able to do much.  Still very... off.  I did fry mushrooms.  Oh, by the way, I did get butter.  AND...  I had butter, canned butter.  I don't have a lot of it, but I have enough that, once in a while, if I am out, I can't seem to get to town, I can get some.  I did that in the middle of last week, plus did order butter but forgot I had ordered it... so thought I was out?  Never... mind...

A bit oversalted.  Hunger has a way of dealing with minor culinary faux pas, and that worked this time.  While good, it isn't quite enough.  But just getting up and going to cook even little bits is difficult.  I have been trapped in my chair for hours.  I have been hungry since I woke.  I don't know if I have enough going to get back to the kitchen.  Not sure what to cook if I do.

I would like to brown up ground meats, for taco salad... for with cabbage... and... who knows what else.  As well, I'd like to fry link sausages, and with that, cheese, and more mushrooms, make an egg casserole.  That sounds fantastic, but a lot of work.  I need to clear and clean the stove top.  I think I have pans, it's just what is in the way otherwise.  Yeah.  So hungry!  So... lame.  So tired, ill, off.  Ugh.

It looks like yt is taking a time out.  They are waiting, to see who finally actually wins.  They may well be destructive against their enemies, either way.  But... they may be careful if the "wrong" guy wins...  Still, someone, or something, is leaving little notes.  Questions, doubts, inquisitions, offers?  Who knows.  I'm not sure I will put them up, but maybe.  Not yet, now...

Oh, by the way, Trump isn't done.  He... has a few choices to make.  He could just walk away.  He may play civilly and win through the courts.  Or he could go scorched earth.  He seems to fear scorched earth.  Not sure it's in him, even for some greats costs... though I may be wrong.  Playing golf?  One way or the other, he isn't too worried.  Even allowing an invitation to join in a wedding party, for pictures?

If he doesn't fight this, and win, democracy in America is over.  America is over.  Everyone knows Joe didn't get more votes than Obama.  Heck, Obama didn't get nearly as many votes as he got.  McCain and Romney simply knew their places.  Not... a good thing, mind you.  If he allows this level of cheating, we will become a Chinese protectorate, Taiwan will fall, hell, Australia may well be rezoned as Chinese.  No great loss there, just... the idea.  Japan, too, will be lost.  If... that would be an actual loss.

And expect much more where it exists, and many more areas, to be attacked by the "US".  The wars will never end.  As with empty Chinese cities, empty wars are a means of spending tax dollars, enriching crony friends and allies.  Africa will be flooded, as well, with Europeans, US, and other national armies.  I don't even think they'll bother to make them covert.  Lots else.

In America?  The dems are already making lists of their enemies.  The repubs, who agreed to play nice for more illegal alien slave workers and federal bailouts?  Won't be around to enjoy those.  Even Amy will be removed, or made irrelevant, even if she did betray Trump.  It's... not enough.  Once they know they can print to 200% of the electorate to cheat, republicans will never win again, everyone will know it, and only the corrupt will hold any lever of power.  Republicans and independents will be removed, and as roughly as they are considering removing Trump... or worse.  Don't be surprised to see live executions.  Antifa, blm, released... allowed... to do as they wish.

I am surprised to see it move this far and fast.  But, here we are.  The war is upon us.  The question is, how far will the legitimate government go to defend Americans, and how far will the traitors go?  I don't think either side can back down.  The left would eat each other, pretty nearly literally, for such.  If Americans back down, we no longer live in America.  We have become the world.  What people wanted to move here to get away from.  Time will tell.

Some things have improved.

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For a bit, even doing the rubik's cube regularly was becoming impossible.  Couldn't maintain cognitive function.  I could do between zero and three in a row, before breaking down.  Then, in the next set, I would get worse.  Until I couldn't get the speed sets done, and had to go back to the initial, simple, sluggish, slow, methods, of completing the cube.  I could still do them, but... not the fast way, and not well even the slow way.  It was taking three to five minutes to complete them.

Now I am back to somewhat better function.  I can do the fast way, multiples of multiples, at a time.  Doing them in sets, with music in the background.  For a song lasting, say, 3:41, I can easily do two, and nearly three.  Or stop at two, reset, and with two completions and two resets, end at about 2:20~2:40 timestamps.  And, I can do it for, as many songs as I can line up... and bother listening to...  For a song lasting 8:06, I was able to do six completions, plus five resets... after having done three shorter songs before.

I am still tired.  I am sore, as well.  Losing ~50 pounds in three days is... probably... physically difficult.  Even if I nominally weight between 260 and 280.  I think I still have extra fluid, so I probably weigh a bit more, even now.  Still... that's... a lot of body mass going away.  It's going to hurt.  Had to happen though.  I can see why I haven't been working well.  Even just with wet lungs, breathing is... difficult.  With wet everything, I... am surprised I didn't die.  Some failure, or other.  I'll keep at it, as I am able though.

A few days of work, with what is done, should probably get it finished.  Even at the pace of yesterday.  A few hours a day.  Yeah, I... asked my friend to send a text, and the remaining debt, plus a nice chunk of apology change.  Not sure it will help, but... it may soothe... anger.  It depends on if space had become a premium for her.  Money isn't everything, but if coming from poverty, it... may mean a bit more?  Better than some options, to be sure.  Humility, too, might help.

I would go back to sleep, the way that I feel.  But I just can't.  Sleep isn't possible.  Work isn't really doable, either.  I don't want to listen to music, I don't want to... probably can't play games, it's just... I guess I get to hurt, and do little things as able.  I did reset the dishes.  Perhaps watching a video?  Maybe, it's about at the level of capacity.  While I can do rubik's cube solutions, that actually hurts... adds to the headache.  I just... it was something to do before I realized it was adding to the suffering... while I was waking.  Bleh.

Oh, medicine.  Later.

Oh, ouch, but better.

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I crashed after that last post, after 13:00, before 14:00.  I had hoped I would wake by midafternoon.  No chance.  Just woke a bit ago, at 22:15.  Wrestled with waking for the last... six hours?  I would sit up, try to get going, only to find I had fallen back.  Still not sure I am staying up.  You have no idea how much effort I put into it.  In truth, I am not wrestling with sleep.  I am wrestling with death.  Death just isn't trying.  Sort of... punking a little brother.  Oh... he'll get his.  He will follow me, and hell with him.  Which means, I can take him where I want.

The legs are looking better, but still cramping.  I have learned to not scream when cramps hit, even three or four places at once.  I have learned to suffer the pains without writhing, too.  Tonight, only cramping in or or two places at a time.  I have, mostly, learned how to negotiate out of the cramps... without writhing or screaming.  At least once I am awake and realize it isn't a dream.  Zen, boys and girls.  It isn't... a religion, for me, just... a method of dealing with severe pain, or other difficulties.

Anyway...  The legs are looking normal again.  My size 13's fit, again.  Even the toe box had become too small, so that walking was painful.  I don't have 14's anymore, I just get some for these times.  I know which ones worked, will have to get a pair.  My feet have been agonizing for this last week... month?  It was the least of my pains, so only showed up on radar recently.  But I can tell, by the depth of the pains, that it's been a while.  But... why tell all.  I'll bet no one could even tell, I hide pain well.

The lungs are wet.  I think still wet, not just wet.  But, like the feet, that was a lessor problem... at least by severity of pain caused.  I have been tracking fluids in and out.  Yesterday, the times I was awake, I took in roughly four quarts, and kicked out roughly six liters (different measuring devices... you... do understand that, right?)  :p  And, tonight, I kicked out another eight liters... so I have dumped an extra ten liters... roughly... maybe eleven.  So, in the last three days (definitely, maybe more as I didn't track the middling day since I didn't take medicine, or the start day of medicine)... I have dumped at least 22 liters... with is about 5.8 gallons, at 8.3 pounds per gallon (of urine), so... 48 and change pounds of fluid.  Yea... I... reallllllly had to go.  Don't try this at home.

How do I get in such bad shape?  Trying to work, recover, feed the critters, feed myself, attend business, and... else... I... can't do it.  Things give, get lost, I crash, eat whatever is available, do what I must.  I... don't have a lot of choice.  I should be dead, this should be killing me.  Not the intent, but trying to do more than one can?  Isn't... that the point?  Who, in this life, gets to stop at what they can do correctly?  Is that... even allowed?  possible?  Cheers.  *grins*

Well, a bit of this or that.  Maybe something to eat.  Feeding the girls.  Dishes and laundry tending... if little left.  Perhaps getting trash ready... and maybe out.  A shower would be good.  And, hopefully, back to bed in time to be up to work again tomorrow.  An hour?  Three?  Two?  What I can, when I can.  I do know, as soon as that is done, I can get the rabbits, take some time off, get a phone, and... other things...  But rest.  I need... rest.  Lots and lots of rest, and medicine.  Later.  Or good night if I can't stay with it.  Good night again?  Will know soon.

As much as was possible in an hour and change.

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It... wasn't much.  I got the side screens finished.  But... no.  Height, not width.  Back to it.  I measured and dryfit, but with the angles being so off, and the limits of my skills... it's going to fit, but be ugly.  I had hoped to hinge in one side, and just sort of dry peg the bottom in, so I can get the poop out.  Not sure that is possible, with the angles.  Yeah...

It is arranged, so that it all fits.  It's merely a matter of fully installing.  That one cage... probably.  Since the goal is to make both cages the same size, I may go ahead, when I catch my breath, and stitch the last two sides together... or... refit them.  Then, see if one of those will fit better.  There is one side that just... isn't exactly as I would wish it.

It is messy, slow, and not great quality.  It is getting done.  Too hot, far too fast though.  I am taking insulin, but will be checking every few hours.  I hit the potassium pretty heavy, and added a general electrolyte and sea kelp additive to my regime, for now.  When I get fluids, electrolytes, and insulin back under some sort of control, I will add in the rest of the medicine.  I think those can be done, so I am not fighting ten to one, just... three... or four... problems at a time.

I'll be down for a few hours.  So thirsty, dry, and yet still swollen.  It... all... balances, at some point.  Or I die.  Or... again.  Whatever.  I'll do my best and see what happens.  Later.

Up, and... going?

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Sleep was quite nice.  I think I went to bed around 21:00? 20:00?  Somewhere... in there.  No real clue.  Was so tired, and failing so quickly, I...  I did look.  I tried to remember.  The mind was no more at my command than body. I woke right around 3:00, so six or seven hours.  It doesn't sound much, but I had waken at 16:00?  Or... almost 17:00, now, as I remember.  Short sleeps, but not naps.  Short wake times.  Breakfast, part of it, is already down.  A fatted coffee is next.

Dishes were set up.  I need to put away the dry dishes before hitting those.  I have enough meat out for a while.  So... if the new dishes sit there for a while, it's all okay.  Still, I would like to get those put up shortly, and get back on track with dishes, but back in the kitchen.  Laundry should be done.  I can try to get that all handled, and start washing blankets and getting the bed set up for winter.  It's not quite there, but it's one the way.

I won't start working outside until around 08:00~10:00.  It's a weekend, and it's good to let fold rest just a bit.  So I may end up getting a nap in.  No guarantees, just a suspicion.  I had set the alarms for 08:00 and 10:00, so... all I have to do is initiate the alarms if I decide a nap is necessary.  Oh, but I think the clock upstairs might still be off?  Then again, I thought one of these down here was off, until I realized it was set on central time.  I KNEW I had set the thing, and thought several times.  So tired, memory for some little things is weak.

Just a bit of blogging and digital surfing before... figuring the rest of the day out.  Well, and those little domestic chores.  Oh... and... Sam...  I purchased fur removal gloves, and a brush, for the girls.  But Sam... is starting to smell... badly... peri-area bad... urine, mostly.  She is in her 20's.  She is allowing, easily, my used of the fur thinning gloves.  So, I may see if there is something I can do to help with the rest.  It isn't her fault, and I want her to live with as much final dignity as possible.  The world gets... scary, and a bit... disheartening... when life gets to that level.  I've been there.  I know.  Some might think me there now too.  Just... not... fully... always... that bad.  I'll... do some research.  Even the most gentle bathing terrifies her.  So, it'll need to be a spray on, that doesn't hurt her.

Later.

Bedtime.

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Everything is in and up.  Wasn't sure even that was going to happen.  Crashing so very hard, can barely keep my eyes open.  I had to take three breaks while bringing in maybe ten bags of groceries!  Ah, but... someone may have hit on it, the current problem.  Keto flu.  More, I exaggerate the intensity by dancing with carbs from time to time, keeping it in the sludge carb instead of going into fat burning.  Maybe so.

I am trying some newer, to me, keto foods.  Not everything keto works specifically for me, or my keto needs.  I am also battling diabetes, so... it's... a bit different.  Same field, but say, a lefty instead of a rightly.  Certain plays work better at certain angles, and all.  High fiber tortillas, which are supposed to reduce the carb count... even IF true, it might not work for diabetes and ketosis.  Still, I am hopeful.  There are more expensive ones to try, if these fail.  I just... need... something...  Coconut roll-ups are on the list for next month.

I picked up eggs, cheese, and several other items to try various other options for tortillas and of course standard foods.  Just adding to the pantry slowly, giving myself enough time and not too many experiments all at once.  Hmm, an egg, sausage, and cheese casserole would be excellent.  It's been a while.  Burned out on eggs after a bit, if not quite as badly as with salad.  Though, lettuce was purchased as well.  Will... try that again.

Brutal, tired, going to nap.  I'll pick up when I wake up.  Later.

A shower, then on to town.

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Groceries, plenty of them.  Mostly ordered before going.  But I like to look around.  Glad I did.  I love ground beef, but it has been ridiculously expensive lately, like up to $6 a pound.  So, I started finding less expensive options.  While browsing the store, I just... wanted to check burger.  It was on sale for $3 a pound.  Yeah, I... grabbed a couple of larger portions.

As well, lettuce, cabbage, and a few other things I wanted to check personally.  To be honest, their pickers seem competent.  It's... just... some things I want to see first hand, and there are often a few extras I want or need.  Crap!  Butter!  I do need butter.  I have canned butter, but that is more for being stuck due to health, being broke, or in case of actual failure in the supply side.  I haven't brought it in yet.  Tired.

It will be brought in, dishes will be set up, and I will begin working on the cages again.  Or... napping, then going out.  I'm pretty shot again.  I'll do what I can.  A nap might see me to working late, but working better?  Ugh.  It's... a beastly day.  Week... several months, actually.  Oh, but it is surprisingly warm out there.  It was about 56.  That really isn't too bad.

I grabbed a gargantuan sandwich at Jimmy John's... it's the best sub shop I know.  I bought a 16", and that is the one with everything and more.  A Dagwood, for some of you.  I got it sliced into thirds, hoping it would be dinner, breakfast, and lunch... eating a third there.  By the time I got home, I was still hungry, so... I finished another third.  I try to limit food, but I don't try to break my balls with it either.  If I have given it a legitimate amount of time, and I am still hungry, I will eat.  If that isn't working correctly, I will figure out what to eat differently so that I am both full AND calorie restricted, etc.  Well, the app was allowing me to do that.  There is still, sometimes... willpower involved.  Anyway, I will have a breakfast.

Best get the food in, and dishes going.  Then decide whether it is nap or work time.  Later, or much later.