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.

A bit later.

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Not too terribly late, at 20:39.  Still, keep hoping to be in bed more like between 17:00 and 19:00.  Or half after either of those, or in those ranges.  Just isn't happening.  I'll keep trying.

Cold.  The body.  Shouldn't be.  I have the house quite warm, again.  Sometimes it helps, sometimes it just doesn't matter.

A bit of a rough day.

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Some of the symptoms of the flu remain.  Headache, skeletal stiffness, aches.  No sniffles, fever, or such.  A bit of a headache, very mild.  Just a... thing, not a big one like the other day.  Painpills.  Yes.  It's not a terrible thing, it's just a lot of little things.  

As to gaming?  I have decided to start over.  I still have my other two 'toons.  Can tinker with them, or solve things with them that I have forgotten.  Such.  The main problem with a new 'toon is that it is limited to the old game.  I can't get through to the dlc portion of the game without doing things that sort of breaks the portion of the game I... need to play to get the mask.  So it is sort of limited.  I guess I know that going in.  Oh well.

A bit of a struggle.

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Waking, this morning, took a bit more time, and some pushing.  I didn't get to sleep at 17:00, as I had thought.  It... just... took longer.  Even so, I was down by 19:00, and lights out meant just that.  If felt much later, but no.  I checked several times.

I attempted to sleep without the electric blanket, but that was a no-go.  I set that up, going, and crashed so hard I don't remember much.  I did take waterpills, and so dropped between four and five liters.  Only had one, three liter, pee jug up there.  Meant to bring others.  Because, when I am this bloated, and hit waterpills, I can easily drop between nine and twelve liters through a night.  Or... that's more my record type numbers.  But... not completely rare, either.  When I go, after forgetting to order, or take, water pills.  I... can spill like a flood.  And, for days in a row.  So, tonight, I will have three three liter pee jugs up there.  And keep them up there for the next week, until the fluid is mostly out.

Bedtime.

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While it is only just now hitting 17:06, by my clock and watch, it is bedtime.  Getting up wasn't a problem.  Showering wasn't too bad.  Running around a bit was good.  It's just business.  Business eats the heart out of me, for whatever reason.  Still, all good.  Win, lose, or draw, I put in my bid, had a friend there just to... track the event, so have made my offer, taken my chance.  Might not be a way through, but I... have made an attempt.

Chocolate covered nuts, ding dongs, and cinnamon buns have gone down.  Something about... betting the bank, risking loss, even if with a good chance of winning, creates a hunger that is intense.  I have a bit left for tomorrow.  Though, I realized I overdid it, so gave some of it away.  That... was difficult, but I knew better than to take it all.  Should have given some more away.  It is what it is.

Will find out.

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To the bank, to see about a home equity loan.  Didn't look promising.   My mortgage lender keeps bumping my autopay off, making it look like I am late, in an attempt to keep me from getting a loan through a legitimate bank.  On the good side, the bank runs my finances, knows this is supposed to be on autopay.  And knows why it fails, if it fails.  Though, that doesn't mean they will necessarily give me the loan.  If they don't want to, they have a way out.

I went to see, as well, my friends' new home.  And, they have a puppy!  It's a bit squirrely, but I'm... a very large animal, and have a cat companion.  Dogs don't necessarily trust cat, or cat people.  Can't blame them.  Still, had to laugh.  He's a handsome doggie though.

Up, at about the right time.

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I started goofing with my other 'toon.  I couldn't remember where I left off, still am not absolutely sure.  As well, hadn't really settled on a good build.  Was doing simple melee, while being set up more for arcane and dex, so... had to level some weapons, and obtain one?  No, I think I had them.  I just needed to level a few.

I didn't think the thing would be playable.  To be honest.  What you see on youtube is rarely legit.  Between using computers, and thus often mods, or other systems or fixes, or even different games which look like the original but are easier?  Or tricks that aren't explained?  Can't be sure, but probably a mix of those things, you can't trust anything on youtube.  Well, and everything that works, From (the developer/devs/whatever) breaks.  They don't want you to get through.