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When I push, I do so with some moderation. But when I don't have to push, sometimes I end up going longer or harder. In this case, I had only, really, intended on exploring being awake until... say, 9:00, maybe 10:00. For the last week, staying up until 8:00 has been a problem, at least one morning I was forced to retreat back to sleep by 5:00 or so. This morning, I found myself awake at 9:00, seemingly with no symptoms. As well, I was doing good, so... I just started reading, and goofing, and doing this or that. I watched the hours tick by, 11:00, then noon, and almost 13:00 before I wrapped it up. Even then I fiddled and stretched getting to bed. I have to guess it was well after 13:00 before I was asleep. No headache the whole time, no painkillers, no stress, no vertigo. Cool.
I woke somewhere around 19:00, so a rather short sleep. I might need a nap tonight. Or not. Who knows. I do believe I have been oversleeping. Not by sleeping more than my schedule, I've been mostly keeping that to about eight to nine hours. But because I have been awake for shorter periods of time. Not willfully, I haven't had much choice. My body, it seems, needed a break. It took one. I'm working my way out, slowly. Then again, it is still hardening and tightening from the months before. I knew exercising and pushing back to life and health would be a... shift sort of thing, on and off. I didn't realize a month down and I would still be gaining from the work I had done. Muscles are still healing into growth. But that is taking me down. It seems I can't do those things as fast as a healthy body. I am just hoping I am getting back to the point where I can start ripping and tearing again. The goal is to have another good long session of ripping, so as to take a couple weeks off before going on my trip this fall, healing into the trip. I really want to look good when I get there. But I also want to be fit enough to enjoy the company. I've never met my nieces.
I'll keep trying to kick the machine from heal to work. Food will help. So will intent. But the body is either able or it isn't. You can jumpstart an engine that fails, you can prime, even light it up if you have an old carburetor. But with human flesh, there are limits. It really either works or not in the condition it is in. No complaints, to a degree. It is becoming much more reliable. If I can get three months up, and a month or two down but still mostly active, I can live with that. It will get me where I am going. Further, the margins are tightening, the rest period has been and will continue to shorten. And I am working up, just not out. Becoming stronger while increasing stamina, and expanding my roles in life, all at once, has a toll.
I woke with a migraine. This time, rather than jumping straight out of bed I nursed sleep, wove healing by will, slowed my tempo after regaining consciousnesses, and tinkered with controls to ease... like slowing a run after starting up a chainsaw. Surprised I never considered this before. Though as I have said, pain or not, when I wake, I usually hit the world running. Pretty close to literally. Habit... or... something. Then I go sit, but that first round is ready for hell and blood. These methods, of slowing, relaxing, conscious healing, and such, really worked. Within five to ten minutes the headache was gone, if not all of the side effects. But those were below the blanket of conscious sensation. Just underneath, bubbling near the surface from time to time, but... not as much of a problem. I have to remember that. Might not always work though, either. Still... good to know their are choices, and be able to make them.
Today? Same goal as yesterday. Ugh. What day? Saturday... I am pretty sure. Good, good. I would like to do a few things, but nothing heavy. Same with tomorrow. Going easy, but with an aim for a heavy restart Monday. Dishes, sweeping, laundry, a few cat messes, food, reading... nothing fancy, just some basics to get me off my butt and sort the cave back to it's recent top topping off. Yeah, I think I can. Put me back in coach! Later.
Why I couldn't eat sashimi at an official bar? I'd get so frustrated I'd grab the chef and dig in. Teasing with food like that. It wouldn't be personal, just hunger taking over. Same with many "high-end" restaurants though too. Don't tease ogres, or wookies, same thing sort of. Oh, and if foodies wonder why they are castigated? Here. Look, food is good. But... pretenses are irritating, and ignorance is not bliss. Just saying. Reminds me of Zero's pajama boy. Irritating. Eat it, enjoy it, but... really? Gah! I absolutely love food. Even my mash and some bacon, especially when hungry. I love steak, and beans and ham, even hot dogs once in a while. But... you know... Yeah, you know.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
Snake-eyes.
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I'm not terribly put out that nothing got done. I'm a ghost of myself, or was through the night. No pain, no fuss, just... there wasn't anything to work with. It was an enjoyable "day" in that it was easy. When I realized nothing was going to happen, after pushing for a couple hours, I simply relaxed and enjoyed as possible. Another meal, two or three short stories read, an an attempt to call my mother. No answer. Might be on the road, on the phone, or have company. Hmm... maybe a nap? Nah, not yet. She is usually well up by now, unless she really pushed this week. Rare, but...
I'll just keep my list on tap, hit it when I am next able. Which might be soon. No headache this morning as I prepare for bed. And it is later than I have been able to push lately, or even stumble. I just had a meal a bit ago, so now would be a good time to do another blood check. BP testing is just once a day, for me. Could check on that, but I think all they ever had me do was once a day. Then again, back when I started, that was probably pushing it even so. Had to negotiate their want with my reality. Still do, but my reality has become a bit more flexible.
Floss, brush, gargle, maybe tend the laundry. If no signs of a headache, then I will read a bit more. While Charlie may be funny, he writes well enough. I do enjoy. I might not agree with all, but the lad has talent. Not sure who is up next. It's mostly a secular, alternate, type book. I am not sure I would recommend it for all. Some of it I don't bother reading. Global warming? Skip. Lesbian marriage? Skip. And some others. Not a complete SJW (leftist preaching manual), but pretty close. Or maybe, just not fully exposed as such. By author or subject, most likely. I can give or take though.
Ah, right... I did mess with the grips last night. I am really improving. I nearly have the 200 pounder down with the right hand. Left hand is lagging, just by a bit. Annoying, but it's the way of things I suspect. It'll still take a couple of weeks, several times a week, to finish. I am already working the 250 pound exercise, and still the 150 as well to finish off the workout. By August or September, I may be ordering a pair of 300 pounders. This is going faster than I thought. I am also trying to figure out a way to increase strength in a few other ways. Yeah... I am. Along with flexibility. Strength is junk if it immobilizes you, slows you down, makes your vulnerable. Blazing speed, on top of brute strength, is my goal. You don't beat seven or more peers in hand to hand without having learned something before, during, and then taking a few lessons away from it.
Blazing speed with unleashable raw strength, and the willingness to use it. Didn't realize I had the authority to kill them. Self-defense. Two or three physical attackers constitutes lethal force, allowing for lethal self-defense. Funny though? I didn't need to, my life wasn't actually threatened. Odd thoughts as I prepare for sleep.
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I'm not terribly put out that nothing got done. I'm a ghost of myself, or was through the night. No pain, no fuss, just... there wasn't anything to work with. It was an enjoyable "day" in that it was easy. When I realized nothing was going to happen, after pushing for a couple hours, I simply relaxed and enjoyed as possible. Another meal, two or three short stories read, an an attempt to call my mother. No answer. Might be on the road, on the phone, or have company. Hmm... maybe a nap? Nah, not yet. She is usually well up by now, unless she really pushed this week. Rare, but...
I'll just keep my list on tap, hit it when I am next able. Which might be soon. No headache this morning as I prepare for bed. And it is later than I have been able to push lately, or even stumble. I just had a meal a bit ago, so now would be a good time to do another blood check. BP testing is just once a day, for me. Could check on that, but I think all they ever had me do was once a day. Then again, back when I started, that was probably pushing it even so. Had to negotiate their want with my reality. Still do, but my reality has become a bit more flexible.
Floss, brush, gargle, maybe tend the laundry. If no signs of a headache, then I will read a bit more. While Charlie may be funny, he writes well enough. I do enjoy. I might not agree with all, but the lad has talent. Not sure who is up next. It's mostly a secular, alternate, type book. I am not sure I would recommend it for all. Some of it I don't bother reading. Global warming? Skip. Lesbian marriage? Skip. And some others. Not a complete SJW (leftist preaching manual), but pretty close. Or maybe, just not fully exposed as such. By author or subject, most likely. I can give or take though.
Ah, right... I did mess with the grips last night. I am really improving. I nearly have the 200 pounder down with the right hand. Left hand is lagging, just by a bit. Annoying, but it's the way of things I suspect. It'll still take a couple of weeks, several times a week, to finish. I am already working the 250 pound exercise, and still the 150 as well to finish off the workout. By August or September, I may be ordering a pair of 300 pounders. This is going faster than I thought. I am also trying to figure out a way to increase strength in a few other ways. Yeah... I am. Along with flexibility. Strength is junk if it immobilizes you, slows you down, makes your vulnerable. Blazing speed, on top of brute strength, is my goal. You don't beat seven or more peers in hand to hand without having learned something before, during, and then taking a few lessons away from it.
Blazing speed with unleashable raw strength, and the willingness to use it. Didn't realize I had the authority to kill them. Self-defense. Two or three physical attackers constitutes lethal force, allowing for lethal self-defense. Funny though? I didn't need to, my life wasn't actually threatened. Odd thoughts as I prepare for sleep.
Friday, June 5, 2015
Bacon and goop.
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The headache is gone. There does remain a bit of a mess of flesh. Bundling jangled raw nerves requires tight packing of the mind and will. That has to be untangled and soothed. Nausea has to be coaxed into place to allow a meal to go in. Slight, this time, if only internal not physical... mind not body, disequilibrium has to be negotiated. The remnants of such things, even in other ways, has to be mitigated in a slow return to function. Actually, while light sensitivity wasn't as much of a problem this time as it often is, I am actually having to negotiate that as I am coming out of it. I often give little more than a word, migraine. Sometimes I can get through them without trouble. But it isn't as light or easy as I often suggest. Almost every day this week, morning or bedtime, sometimes both. At least at bedtime, I am sleep before it hits full, and usually in the morning it is just finishing. No worries, I'm navigating through just fine.
After feeding the girls, I decided to eat myself. I don't really want to eat. My body is hungry, and I am working on the nausea. So... well... and sometimes food helps with that. Sometimes it is neutral. Rarely does it make it worse. Hunger is more likely, for me, to worsen an upset stomach. Even something like bacon helps, perhaps moreso. I was out of all other meats, cooked meats. I need to get to the store. Sure, the pork I have frozen. But that's more dinner food, to me. I'll be cooking enough bacon to have, say, five or seven servings this week, in with the goop, warmed or cold with eggs, whatever. Eggs are good enough, but they aren't, to my mind, a meat. Need meat.
As for my day? Back cleaning. Sweeping, mopping, the dishes that remain and what I will be/am using, cleaning up a cat mess or two, hitting the bathroom. The hope is, when I go to sleep, then wake, what I had cleaned will be back to specs, so I can enjoy a day or two, then hit the bedroom Monday. And, maybe, hike. Even with the headaches, I think I'm about ready to begin digging in again. I could easily take my hammock with, and set that up if I need a rest on the trail. Or just something to do, then undo, and move along. Who knows. Once a wanted 'hammer' is in inventory, nails are sought.
I best finish the bacon. Later.
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The headache is gone. There does remain a bit of a mess of flesh. Bundling jangled raw nerves requires tight packing of the mind and will. That has to be untangled and soothed. Nausea has to be coaxed into place to allow a meal to go in. Slight, this time, if only internal not physical... mind not body, disequilibrium has to be negotiated. The remnants of such things, even in other ways, has to be mitigated in a slow return to function. Actually, while light sensitivity wasn't as much of a problem this time as it often is, I am actually having to negotiate that as I am coming out of it. I often give little more than a word, migraine. Sometimes I can get through them without trouble. But it isn't as light or easy as I often suggest. Almost every day this week, morning or bedtime, sometimes both. At least at bedtime, I am sleep before it hits full, and usually in the morning it is just finishing. No worries, I'm navigating through just fine.
After feeding the girls, I decided to eat myself. I don't really want to eat. My body is hungry, and I am working on the nausea. So... well... and sometimes food helps with that. Sometimes it is neutral. Rarely does it make it worse. Hunger is more likely, for me, to worsen an upset stomach. Even something like bacon helps, perhaps moreso. I was out of all other meats, cooked meats. I need to get to the store. Sure, the pork I have frozen. But that's more dinner food, to me. I'll be cooking enough bacon to have, say, five or seven servings this week, in with the goop, warmed or cold with eggs, whatever. Eggs are good enough, but they aren't, to my mind, a meat. Need meat.
As for my day? Back cleaning. Sweeping, mopping, the dishes that remain and what I will be/am using, cleaning up a cat mess or two, hitting the bathroom. The hope is, when I go to sleep, then wake, what I had cleaned will be back to specs, so I can enjoy a day or two, then hit the bedroom Monday. And, maybe, hike. Even with the headaches, I think I'm about ready to begin digging in again. I could easily take my hammock with, and set that up if I need a rest on the trail. Or just something to do, then undo, and move along. Who knows. Once a wanted 'hammer' is in inventory, nails are sought.
I best finish the bacon. Later.
Yum! Migraine capstones.
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I can't say why that is happening. I can only guess, as weather changes? Nah, or it would be a yearly thing. Pushing to exhaustion, then hitting that weather flux? Maybe. Worth it if so. Something is just a little off, and I have deal with it. As usual though, it feels as if this migraine is sliding back down and away. I may take a few anacin, as there is enough of a feel that there will be lingering fingers of it. Might not knock it all out, might still be some threads, but it will cut some. Who knows, might get lucky and clear the whole way.
I kept meaning to check blood sugar and bp. I had it set up, the gear. One day I would forget, another I forgot to take me medicine, or company might be coming and I had other things to do first. Reason after excuse after... The intention was pure, but I wanted the... function to be as right as possible. Why test when nothing has gone right? But you do have to remember, or it won't get done. I wasn't sure about today. I remembered, but I missed night medicine yesterday "night", but I did get last night in, both including (or excluding as the case may be) insulin. Well, might as well. This might be as good as it gets. First blood serum. Serum or sugar, both, neither, you know what I mean. It was 104 fasting. Okay. That is the best I have seen it in... years. Now I will start tracking it a couple of times a day, several days a week. Now to the stats that I was more worried about, bp. I wrapped, set my arm, tried to relax the arm and muscles in it. Then arranged so I could push the button then drift that arm to a resting pose and close my eyes while going to my happy place. My happy place is probably not your happy place, unless you have radiator fluid for blood too. *depress, go to comfy, and mind away* Hmm... I didn't expect it to be very good, but not bad. My bp was 138/101. That is the best I have seen it in... years anyway. That is on pretty full doses of lantus, where they wanted me... and half dose of the main heart pill, full doses of everything else, minus aspirin. Oh, and I am at 273.8... about 10~11 pounds down from the last half dozen weigh-ins.
Now, to check those two or three times a week, several times a day. I need to remember to do it before breakfast, coffee, a shower, anything... then either an half hour after lunch or dinner. It would be good to lower bp just a tad, but with what I am doing, and on half dose, I absolutely cannot complain. It would be good to see another 15~25 pounds off. I think that will happen, maybe more, in time. Even at less of a steep slope into shaping up. With those numbers, I feel a bit more confident pushing though.
Why the migraines though? That really does cripple. Oh, I can fuss and fiddle around those, just a bit. But they curtail anything heavy, big, complicated. Well, and they do hurt a bit. But what doesn't, some days. Now to just deal with the remnant of one, wake up with some joe, then figure out my day. Yeah, no clue right at this moment. The hurt and disorder from the thing just isn't giving my psychic pain. Just holding on to get things from jingling around, which keeps the pain in check but is about all I can do. Raw nerves, you know. At least I'm relatively tolerant of pain, and can sneak posts through or such. When it eases, I'll heat goop, add an egg or two, and have more coffee. Later.
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I can't say why that is happening. I can only guess, as weather changes? Nah, or it would be a yearly thing. Pushing to exhaustion, then hitting that weather flux? Maybe. Worth it if so. Something is just a little off, and I have deal with it. As usual though, it feels as if this migraine is sliding back down and away. I may take a few anacin, as there is enough of a feel that there will be lingering fingers of it. Might not knock it all out, might still be some threads, but it will cut some. Who knows, might get lucky and clear the whole way.
I kept meaning to check blood sugar and bp. I had it set up, the gear. One day I would forget, another I forgot to take me medicine, or company might be coming and I had other things to do first. Reason after excuse after... The intention was pure, but I wanted the... function to be as right as possible. Why test when nothing has gone right? But you do have to remember, or it won't get done. I wasn't sure about today. I remembered, but I missed night medicine yesterday "night", but I did get last night in, both including (or excluding as the case may be) insulin. Well, might as well. This might be as good as it gets. First blood serum. Serum or sugar, both, neither, you know what I mean. It was 104 fasting. Okay. That is the best I have seen it in... years. Now I will start tracking it a couple of times a day, several days a week. Now to the stats that I was more worried about, bp. I wrapped, set my arm, tried to relax the arm and muscles in it. Then arranged so I could push the button then drift that arm to a resting pose and close my eyes while going to my happy place. My happy place is probably not your happy place, unless you have radiator fluid for blood too. *depress, go to comfy, and mind away* Hmm... I didn't expect it to be very good, but not bad. My bp was 138/101. That is the best I have seen it in... years anyway. That is on pretty full doses of lantus, where they wanted me... and half dose of the main heart pill, full doses of everything else, minus aspirin. Oh, and I am at 273.8... about 10~11 pounds down from the last half dozen weigh-ins.
Now, to check those two or three times a week, several times a day. I need to remember to do it before breakfast, coffee, a shower, anything... then either an half hour after lunch or dinner. It would be good to lower bp just a tad, but with what I am doing, and on half dose, I absolutely cannot complain. It would be good to see another 15~25 pounds off. I think that will happen, maybe more, in time. Even at less of a steep slope into shaping up. With those numbers, I feel a bit more confident pushing though.
Why the migraines though? That really does cripple. Oh, I can fuss and fiddle around those, just a bit. But they curtail anything heavy, big, complicated. Well, and they do hurt a bit. But what doesn't, some days. Now to just deal with the remnant of one, wake up with some joe, then figure out my day. Yeah, no clue right at this moment. The hurt and disorder from the thing just isn't giving my psychic pain. Just holding on to get things from jingling around, which keeps the pain in check but is about all I can do. Raw nerves, you know. At least I'm relatively tolerant of pain, and can sneak posts through or such. When it eases, I'll heat goop, add an egg or two, and have more coffee. Later.
A bit.
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Food prep is done. Eggs and goop are cooked and put up. Plus I pickled the last two half gallon jars of eggs. Oh, and I tried the first batch of pickled eggs, as they were ready, according to instructions plus given a day extra just in case. They are good. But when I pickled the rest of the eggs, I went without pickling spice. It produces a sweet taste I don't like, much like what is in sweet relish. Hmm... ought to see if there is some other spice mix I could add. Not sure it's necessary. Not sure either way.
Goop with the remaining hamburger patties, a few pickled eggs, and a few eggs that otherwise didn't make it through the shelling process. Yeah, food is good.
Not sure what is wrong, but I am feeling ill again today. I'm noticing the symptoms creep in. Slower today, but noticing it earlier. I am going to finish the laundry, I believe, and call it a night. After more reading. Too hot. I'll have to use my ac and fan again, I can tell. Not sure what is happening, but it's not helping my plans. Wait... I better stay awake long enough to get to the post office. Lots of things are in, more on the way. I... yeah... I'll stay up for that. I need to get into town, hiking, grocery shopping you know, maybe my free and easy meal... but... not this morning. Hmm, actually, I only eat out if I do a bunch of shopping or go hiking, or have worked. No work/exercise, no treat. When I get into town, if it's early enough, I'll just make sure to take my pack.
I did investigate food dehydrators. The one I had in my cart was just an open air one. Which, around here, much of the year, would be fine. Not so much in the monsoon season, though perhaps with a fan to bolster. But it would have been limited. So... I went looking at the electric ones. Not a bad price, a dozen dollars more, with very good reviews and many of them. So... it's in the bag instead, though I did order a number of extra trays, and tray baskets types. I also looked at vacuum sealers. I found one that I added, but won't buy, for a couple of months. Dehydrate, then seal, for longer packing trips. Well, and just around the cave. It would be good to be able to make the food I like, control volume, do it at once, give or take, as I am not but on simpler food, then package by meal. Not sure I have that, but I can definitely save on pack food.
Well... I suppose I should get to the laundry. Might as well run another load, if there really is enough, of synthetics or wool. I like being, mostly, caught up. More dishes now, but few and bit, and already soaking... probably ready for a wash, rinse, and could be caught up there completely. I need to hit the floors soon, too. Sam just... has to vomit. And dust just has to sprinkle. I'll keep at it. Later, probably.
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Food prep is done. Eggs and goop are cooked and put up. Plus I pickled the last two half gallon jars of eggs. Oh, and I tried the first batch of pickled eggs, as they were ready, according to instructions plus given a day extra just in case. They are good. But when I pickled the rest of the eggs, I went without pickling spice. It produces a sweet taste I don't like, much like what is in sweet relish. Hmm... ought to see if there is some other spice mix I could add. Not sure it's necessary. Not sure either way.
Goop with the remaining hamburger patties, a few pickled eggs, and a few eggs that otherwise didn't make it through the shelling process. Yeah, food is good.
Not sure what is wrong, but I am feeling ill again today. I'm noticing the symptoms creep in. Slower today, but noticing it earlier. I am going to finish the laundry, I believe, and call it a night. After more reading. Too hot. I'll have to use my ac and fan again, I can tell. Not sure what is happening, but it's not helping my plans. Wait... I better stay awake long enough to get to the post office. Lots of things are in, more on the way. I... yeah... I'll stay up for that. I need to get into town, hiking, grocery shopping you know, maybe my free and easy meal... but... not this morning. Hmm, actually, I only eat out if I do a bunch of shopping or go hiking, or have worked. No work/exercise, no treat. When I get into town, if it's early enough, I'll just make sure to take my pack.
I did investigate food dehydrators. The one I had in my cart was just an open air one. Which, around here, much of the year, would be fine. Not so much in the monsoon season, though perhaps with a fan to bolster. But it would have been limited. So... I went looking at the electric ones. Not a bad price, a dozen dollars more, with very good reviews and many of them. So... it's in the bag instead, though I did order a number of extra trays, and tray baskets types. I also looked at vacuum sealers. I found one that I added, but won't buy, for a couple of months. Dehydrate, then seal, for longer packing trips. Well, and just around the cave. It would be good to be able to make the food I like, control volume, do it at once, give or take, as I am not but on simpler food, then package by meal. Not sure I have that, but I can definitely save on pack food.
Well... I suppose I should get to the laundry. Might as well run another load, if there really is enough, of synthetics or wool. I like being, mostly, caught up. More dishes now, but few and bit, and already soaking... probably ready for a wash, rinse, and could be caught up there completely. I need to hit the floors soon, too. Sam just... has to vomit. And dust just has to sprinkle. I'll keep at it. Later, probably.
Thursday, June 4, 2015
Pedaling is difficult.
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They say that, if you have done something, you should be able to still do it. Just like riding a bike, they often suggest. Well, yes. And no. Sure, you may still know how to balance, pedal, and break. You will, over a long enough run, have to figure those things out a bit again, and make them more precise, especially for a new bike. But more, the energy you once had, and spent on dime-store efforts without a thought, just as you blew through free allowance pennies, nickles, and dimes for candy, just isn't there anymore. Life changes, you have to account for it.
I hit it running today though. Shower, food on, and laundry first thing. I had guests arriving, as incentive. But that doesn't always work. That's assuming I am enough on top of things to even remember. I put it in my calendar, the last time I missed, but forgot to put in an alarm. Yeah, I need that. I only have, maybe, two or three appointments in a three month period. It's not like I live out of a calendar. So... a buzzing, vibrating, mechanism... helps. This time, though, I didn't need the alarm. I was able to keep it in my mind.
I do enjoy company. I often step in it, dig a hole, and when it get to my neck, ask for a bigger shovel. I'm simply not a diplomat, and don't always see the notion of hitting bottom the same as others. Like a hound on a fox, I go for broke. Don't always hear the trumpets, rarely the first sounding anyway. Yeah, that is probably lost on you, but... Figure it out if you are curious. Some hounds chase until their hearts burst. Some might even say that is exactly what I did, in my own way. Hard to know. But I go for broke, like it or else. Age has allowed SOME... wiggle room... on that though. A little. *chomp*
The grain goop is cooling. And I set up more sprouts. They have to soak overnight though, so no fussing with them. Company arrived before laundry finished, so I'll be hitting that in a bit. After my guests departed, I had the last burgers, with some of the fresh goop. It's good food. Easy to make, lasts me a week with one cooking, solid nutrition, and even tasty if you mix and match just a bit. I am hoping to kick out eggs tonight, both for the week and more for pickling. I should have enough left for frying some. Yeah, I got enough this time. I wonder how the mash would do scrambled in eggs? I'll find out soon enough. I have bacon that I will be cooking up too. A good shot of it, then into the fridge. Add some to the flora, or even with sprouts, hot or cold... I'll try the various things various ways. Between curiosity and boredom, much is experienced in order to keep going.
With my days and nights slowly tumbling, I don't think hiking is on the menu for a while. I can, at least, hit the bench any time... any time I can. This morning was a fail, perhaps tonight. Regardless of what I do, life right now is in some kind of tailspin. I'll do what, and when, I can. I'll be fine though. I'm doing extremely well for the condition I am in, which is better than ever, given the givens. I'll take it. It's a good life, getting better, even spinning alone and naked in the dark. I may not have some of my various feet, but I have my balance. Like never before. Later.
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They say that, if you have done something, you should be able to still do it. Just like riding a bike, they often suggest. Well, yes. And no. Sure, you may still know how to balance, pedal, and break. You will, over a long enough run, have to figure those things out a bit again, and make them more precise, especially for a new bike. But more, the energy you once had, and spent on dime-store efforts without a thought, just as you blew through free allowance pennies, nickles, and dimes for candy, just isn't there anymore. Life changes, you have to account for it.
I hit it running today though. Shower, food on, and laundry first thing. I had guests arriving, as incentive. But that doesn't always work. That's assuming I am enough on top of things to even remember. I put it in my calendar, the last time I missed, but forgot to put in an alarm. Yeah, I need that. I only have, maybe, two or three appointments in a three month period. It's not like I live out of a calendar. So... a buzzing, vibrating, mechanism... helps. This time, though, I didn't need the alarm. I was able to keep it in my mind.
I do enjoy company. I often step in it, dig a hole, and when it get to my neck, ask for a bigger shovel. I'm simply not a diplomat, and don't always see the notion of hitting bottom the same as others. Like a hound on a fox, I go for broke. Don't always hear the trumpets, rarely the first sounding anyway. Yeah, that is probably lost on you, but... Figure it out if you are curious. Some hounds chase until their hearts burst. Some might even say that is exactly what I did, in my own way. Hard to know. But I go for broke, like it or else. Age has allowed SOME... wiggle room... on that though. A little. *chomp*
The grain goop is cooling. And I set up more sprouts. They have to soak overnight though, so no fussing with them. Company arrived before laundry finished, so I'll be hitting that in a bit. After my guests departed, I had the last burgers, with some of the fresh goop. It's good food. Easy to make, lasts me a week with one cooking, solid nutrition, and even tasty if you mix and match just a bit. I am hoping to kick out eggs tonight, both for the week and more for pickling. I should have enough left for frying some. Yeah, I got enough this time. I wonder how the mash would do scrambled in eggs? I'll find out soon enough. I have bacon that I will be cooking up too. A good shot of it, then into the fridge. Add some to the flora, or even with sprouts, hot or cold... I'll try the various things various ways. Between curiosity and boredom, much is experienced in order to keep going.
With my days and nights slowly tumbling, I don't think hiking is on the menu for a while. I can, at least, hit the bench any time... any time I can. This morning was a fail, perhaps tonight. Regardless of what I do, life right now is in some kind of tailspin. I'll do what, and when, I can. I'll be fine though. I'm doing extremely well for the condition I am in, which is better than ever, given the givens. I'll take it. It's a good life, getting better, even spinning alone and naked in the dark. I may not have some of my various feet, but I have my balance. Like never before. Later.
Went down hard.
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I did get the dishes done, the laundry rolled over, medicine taken, and a few other last minute things on the way down. By the time I was in bed, I was exhausted, week, had a solid case of vertigo plus the symptoms of a panic attack (without any panic though), plus the migraine. I'm not sure which caused the slight feverishness... vertigo, migraine, or the other symptoms packet. No painkillers. When those start up, either I sleep through them or suffer them until they back down then take a handful of pain remover. Brutal. I turned both the fan and ac on, full bore. This time I didn't use the shut-down timer for my ac. I can, and do, use that at night. It seems not to be the best plan if I am day sleeping, especially if the sun will be out.
I did set the alarm. Beside having a reason, as I suggested before... when I can remember that I will do it. With being underwater I need an external measure of time. Both to try to more surely lock time into my inner spaces so I can work with it in a general, business, and personal way... but if failing some or all of that, so I can, in the moment, have some idea of how much I am sleeping. I need to try for enough, but not too much. A six hour sleep, here or there, is fine... if my body is working with it well, or I have something to do. A twelve hour sleep is fine, once, after a major push. Neither can be tolerated for long. Seven to nine hours is my golden ratio. Up time can vary... more. I have less control of that, even now. I, mostly, woke on the alarm. A snooze or two, perhaps, I think.
I am a bit surprised. Not too much pain as I wake. I've already showered, put the clothes to a finish fluff run, set a pot of coffee to cook, and had a grapefruit to put something into my stomach. A grapefruit isn't the best starter, especially alone, more so now that I am drinking my coffee black more and more, certainly today. While I love cream, I may be moving to three gallons of milk, but more for a two week period. Some for coffee, some for drinking. It's not that I don't still love cream, I am simply trying to cut some things... excesses. As I make efforts to work my body and mind, I am also trying to cut... down to the bone... pretty much on everything. A minimal life. Gearing up, working, organizing, pushing, eating, and drinking. Frivolities and luxuries have to go away. Not even using Splenda, or other sweeteners. Oh, a treat now and again, but... *snip, cut, pull, dump* Tobacco... on the last roll, started the first coin of that today. Patches should be in within the week.
Today? Too late to hike. I can check on the post office, get to town for some shopping later, finish the one load of laundry and start another, plus cook some food. Grain goop first, eggs later in the night. Enough eggs for my week, and one, maybe both, half gallon jugs of pickled eggs. Which reminds me. The eggs I pickled should be ready! Ah, one of those will cut the grapefruit. Though with vinegar as a backdrop, not sure if that will help. Oh well. I best put the mush on, then try a pickled egg. Oh, and maybe take a minor dose of anacin. Yeah. Later.
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I did get the dishes done, the laundry rolled over, medicine taken, and a few other last minute things on the way down. By the time I was in bed, I was exhausted, week, had a solid case of vertigo plus the symptoms of a panic attack (without any panic though), plus the migraine. I'm not sure which caused the slight feverishness... vertigo, migraine, or the other symptoms packet. No painkillers. When those start up, either I sleep through them or suffer them until they back down then take a handful of pain remover. Brutal. I turned both the fan and ac on, full bore. This time I didn't use the shut-down timer for my ac. I can, and do, use that at night. It seems not to be the best plan if I am day sleeping, especially if the sun will be out.
I did set the alarm. Beside having a reason, as I suggested before... when I can remember that I will do it. With being underwater I need an external measure of time. Both to try to more surely lock time into my inner spaces so I can work with it in a general, business, and personal way... but if failing some or all of that, so I can, in the moment, have some idea of how much I am sleeping. I need to try for enough, but not too much. A six hour sleep, here or there, is fine... if my body is working with it well, or I have something to do. A twelve hour sleep is fine, once, after a major push. Neither can be tolerated for long. Seven to nine hours is my golden ratio. Up time can vary... more. I have less control of that, even now. I, mostly, woke on the alarm. A snooze or two, perhaps, I think.
I am a bit surprised. Not too much pain as I wake. I've already showered, put the clothes to a finish fluff run, set a pot of coffee to cook, and had a grapefruit to put something into my stomach. A grapefruit isn't the best starter, especially alone, more so now that I am drinking my coffee black more and more, certainly today. While I love cream, I may be moving to three gallons of milk, but more for a two week period. Some for coffee, some for drinking. It's not that I don't still love cream, I am simply trying to cut some things... excesses. As I make efforts to work my body and mind, I am also trying to cut... down to the bone... pretty much on everything. A minimal life. Gearing up, working, organizing, pushing, eating, and drinking. Frivolities and luxuries have to go away. Not even using Splenda, or other sweeteners. Oh, a treat now and again, but... *snip, cut, pull, dump* Tobacco... on the last roll, started the first coin of that today. Patches should be in within the week.
Today? Too late to hike. I can check on the post office, get to town for some shopping later, finish the one load of laundry and start another, plus cook some food. Grain goop first, eggs later in the night. Enough eggs for my week, and one, maybe both, half gallon jugs of pickled eggs. Which reminds me. The eggs I pickled should be ready! Ah, one of those will cut the grapefruit. Though with vinegar as a backdrop, not sure if that will help. Oh well. I best put the mush on, then try a pickled egg. Oh, and maybe take a minor dose of anacin. Yeah. Later.
Hmm...
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Migraine. Starting up. They don't hurt all that much, but they do put me down. I have no idea why I have been getting them. I thought, maybe, I wasn't getting enough air in the bedroom. Usually it happens while sleeping, then into waking... not in the middle of my "day". Painkillers can help while it is ebbing, not while it is flowing in. Yeah, that pretty much ends my plans. Perhaps I should have pushed, but I was waiting to work out for just before the stores would be open or a bit after. Going down fast. I'll put the ac on as well, beginning to cook. The sun is out, blazing really, already. Allergic to heat? Maybe just to the sun. Ugh.
I did find a number of cordage braiding techniques. I may take three of my five or six 100 foot parachord lines, and do a simple braid, looping one end and fixing the other, as a ridgeline, but also having a lot of extra cordage on hand. I also learned a good way to shorten the length as needed, and to keep the line manageable and neat. Braiding will come in handy. Could try some of the other braiding techniques, to see about strength and such as well. Not really into looks, other than being neat as possible, practical.
Ugh. I'd better hit it. Hmm, I'll finish the dishes and put the load of laundry started into the dryer on fluff first. I want those things done, anyway. I'll have to push through, but... and? Won't do much else, but I will get those two things off my list. Good night.
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Migraine. Starting up. They don't hurt all that much, but they do put me down. I have no idea why I have been getting them. I thought, maybe, I wasn't getting enough air in the bedroom. Usually it happens while sleeping, then into waking... not in the middle of my "day". Painkillers can help while it is ebbing, not while it is flowing in. Yeah, that pretty much ends my plans. Perhaps I should have pushed, but I was waiting to work out for just before the stores would be open or a bit after. Going down fast. I'll put the ac on as well, beginning to cook. The sun is out, blazing really, already. Allergic to heat? Maybe just to the sun. Ugh.
I did find a number of cordage braiding techniques. I may take three of my five or six 100 foot parachord lines, and do a simple braid, looping one end and fixing the other, as a ridgeline, but also having a lot of extra cordage on hand. I also learned a good way to shorten the length as needed, and to keep the line manageable and neat. Braiding will come in handy. Could try some of the other braiding techniques, to see about strength and such as well. Not really into looks, other than being neat as possible, practical.
Ugh. I'd better hit it. Hmm, I'll finish the dishes and put the load of laundry started into the dryer on fluff first. I want those things done, anyway. I'll have to push through, but... and? Won't do much else, but I will get those two things off my list. Good night.
Getting it.
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A load of laundry is going. The dishes have been washed and are sitting in a rinse. I'll finish them in an hour, just as the laundry will be ready to kick over. Then maybe a shower, working out, and then maybe into town? Not sure. Well, at least I have gotten this far. Beats the last... week, two now?
I do change my clothes often. Daily, sometimes more though rarely. I was a bit surprised to see how few clothes had piled up. I have a medium load of darks, maybe a light load of wool socks and maybe one of synthetics. What I consider falling down now just isn't like the good old days, apparently. I can recall, just six months ago, having to do three or four loads of darks alone. Then a load of each of those. Don't remember how long it took to pile up like that... didn't seem all that long but it must have been. Some things I can wear several days, pants... some things not so much. Sometimes shirts, if no company is expected, but only twice. Even the dishes... just a few. Even in my fall I was doing them at least weekly. Just seems odd. Pleasing but odd.
Tomorrow, I mean hopefully after hitting the bench then grocery shopping, and then my sleep period, I still hope to hit the trail. Just with the 30 pound pack and a canteen or two, or maybe the camelbak bladder if I can fit it into the pack. I think even the small pack has a place for it. It has it's own sheath, I just don't think it would be right to wear a pack over it. That's just for a barebones dayhike or something.
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A load of laundry is going. The dishes have been washed and are sitting in a rinse. I'll finish them in an hour, just as the laundry will be ready to kick over. Then maybe a shower, working out, and then maybe into town? Not sure. Well, at least I have gotten this far. Beats the last... week, two now?
I do change my clothes often. Daily, sometimes more though rarely. I was a bit surprised to see how few clothes had piled up. I have a medium load of darks, maybe a light load of wool socks and maybe one of synthetics. What I consider falling down now just isn't like the good old days, apparently. I can recall, just six months ago, having to do three or four loads of darks alone. Then a load of each of those. Don't remember how long it took to pile up like that... didn't seem all that long but it must have been. Some things I can wear several days, pants... some things not so much. Sometimes shirts, if no company is expected, but only twice. Even the dishes... just a few. Even in my fall I was doing them at least weekly. Just seems odd. Pleasing but odd.
Tomorrow, I mean hopefully after hitting the bench then grocery shopping, and then my sleep period, I still hope to hit the trail. Just with the 30 pound pack and a canteen or two, or maybe the camelbak bladder if I can fit it into the pack. I think even the small pack has a place for it. It has it's own sheath, I just don't think it would be right to wear a pack over it. That's just for a barebones dayhike or something.
Yeah, more eating.
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Things are a little complicated currently. Is it heating, weather change, not eating enough, sleeping, or a list of other things that are the problem? I can't say. I know sleep is off. I know it is heating up, though the weather seems to change radically and quickly. I know I am not able to eat as much as I probably should, though now that work has slowed... stopped... not sure... but I do need to eat more, enough to have something in me, probably, in order to work. Medicine is on track, and I have been doing quite well with it. I always miss, usually just a dose a week, but as last weekend, a day and an half can happen... even more of a miss. Still, all in all, I am doing what I can on my part. When it is difficult to be awake, to function, it is difficult to eat, for a number of reasons.
I made a solid meal hoping it will get the fire of mind and will to spread to the body. The last of the mash... yes, I smell it first, as with the sprouts. The last of the sprouts, which were the bean type as well. I thawed hamburger patties yesterday, checked them too, then cooked those while I heated the mash. Two of the patties, the grain mix, and what was left of the bean sprouts, a dab of butter, salt and pepper, a teaspoon of hot pepper flecks (only works in hot food, needs to steam activate or some such), and a cup of joe. Nothing fancy, but it was delicious. Hunger adds it's own special spice. I munched one more of the three remaining patties, with just a touch of salt. Now to digest it all.
I am having to negotiate on some things. Like, to keep up on medicine, I take the morning medicine as I go to bed... otherwise I lose a day, half a day, or more, trying to base medicine on my wake/sleep cycle. But I can't take the waterpills when I go to bed, useless or worse... disruptive to sleep... otherwise. When I wake up, I take the night pills, but add the waterpill. And I end up taking my shots at night (my morning). Seems confusing, but it's simple when you learn to skip the psychic rope of need and figure things out. Nothing is perfect, but... it's what I can do, for now.
I still plan on my list, plus some cooking when I get those things done, a shower and a trip to the post office and then to town. I am hoping to push into the day well enough to head to town for groceries and a razor in time to be coming back while the post office is still open. There might be some bigger packages there. Bleh. I... lost track of the USPS shippings as I lost track of life, a bit.
If I wake early enough tomorrow, I am hoping to hit the trail. The whole run, if there is time, if I have the energy. If I can do that, I am hoping to gear up to use the bigger pack, with fifty pounds in it... maybe more, for my next run. Not useless weight, but, perhaps, a full gear for a longer hike. My tent and hammock, plus et. al. should be in by then. Yeah, I bastardized et. al., it's my way... hush! And see if my camelbak bladder will fit the bergen's bladder container. I'll probably take an extra, dry, canteen, to fill with filtered river water as well. And a device to pull the water out so I don't have to be hunkered over like a moose getting a sip while I filter. It might even be good, next time or soon, to set up my hammock and take a nap somewhere off but near the trail. Might could even spend the night if I wear myself enough? Maybe.
I won't think myself into action, I will more likely simply fall into it. At least on some things. Push until you can't, but be prepared for the fall? Yeah, that's probably the idea. I'd also like to get my rope gear together and tinker. I doubt if I have enough strength to do much climbing. But I might figure out some knots and techniques, I could learn my limits at this time, and maybe, just maybe, I might have a wee bit of fun, even if it is at my own expense. I've got a lot of credit on that particular card. Love to spend it too, when I remember. That is one interest payment I don't mind adding to my life. Or yours. Yes, you.
Well... a bit of music, then some other tinkering, then to work? That's the plan. Oh, I did check. Can't, from what I have read so far, roll your own cherry bombs or 150's even in Alaska. But you can buy and use them. Yeah, no. I won't tinker. I'll read the book, but I won't even bother with the chems. Just not worth the hassle. If I need noise it'll have to be storebought or barrel produced. I can live with that. Still, I'd like to know a bit more about the stuff. Curiosity has it's limits, problems, and uses.
How about something other than music? Coincidences? Me, personally, I don't abide them. There is no such thing.
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Things are a little complicated currently. Is it heating, weather change, not eating enough, sleeping, or a list of other things that are the problem? I can't say. I know sleep is off. I know it is heating up, though the weather seems to change radically and quickly. I know I am not able to eat as much as I probably should, though now that work has slowed... stopped... not sure... but I do need to eat more, enough to have something in me, probably, in order to work. Medicine is on track, and I have been doing quite well with it. I always miss, usually just a dose a week, but as last weekend, a day and an half can happen... even more of a miss. Still, all in all, I am doing what I can on my part. When it is difficult to be awake, to function, it is difficult to eat, for a number of reasons.
I made a solid meal hoping it will get the fire of mind and will to spread to the body. The last of the mash... yes, I smell it first, as with the sprouts. The last of the sprouts, which were the bean type as well. I thawed hamburger patties yesterday, checked them too, then cooked those while I heated the mash. Two of the patties, the grain mix, and what was left of the bean sprouts, a dab of butter, salt and pepper, a teaspoon of hot pepper flecks (only works in hot food, needs to steam activate or some such), and a cup of joe. Nothing fancy, but it was delicious. Hunger adds it's own special spice. I munched one more of the three remaining patties, with just a touch of salt. Now to digest it all.
I am having to negotiate on some things. Like, to keep up on medicine, I take the morning medicine as I go to bed... otherwise I lose a day, half a day, or more, trying to base medicine on my wake/sleep cycle. But I can't take the waterpills when I go to bed, useless or worse... disruptive to sleep... otherwise. When I wake up, I take the night pills, but add the waterpill. And I end up taking my shots at night (my morning). Seems confusing, but it's simple when you learn to skip the psychic rope of need and figure things out. Nothing is perfect, but... it's what I can do, for now.
I still plan on my list, plus some cooking when I get those things done, a shower and a trip to the post office and then to town. I am hoping to push into the day well enough to head to town for groceries and a razor in time to be coming back while the post office is still open. There might be some bigger packages there. Bleh. I... lost track of the USPS shippings as I lost track of life, a bit.
If I wake early enough tomorrow, I am hoping to hit the trail. The whole run, if there is time, if I have the energy. If I can do that, I am hoping to gear up to use the bigger pack, with fifty pounds in it... maybe more, for my next run. Not useless weight, but, perhaps, a full gear for a longer hike. My tent and hammock, plus et. al. should be in by then. Yeah, I bastardized et. al., it's my way... hush! And see if my camelbak bladder will fit the bergen's bladder container. I'll probably take an extra, dry, canteen, to fill with filtered river water as well. And a device to pull the water out so I don't have to be hunkered over like a moose getting a sip while I filter. It might even be good, next time or soon, to set up my hammock and take a nap somewhere off but near the trail. Might could even spend the night if I wear myself enough? Maybe.
I won't think myself into action, I will more likely simply fall into it. At least on some things. Push until you can't, but be prepared for the fall? Yeah, that's probably the idea. I'd also like to get my rope gear together and tinker. I doubt if I have enough strength to do much climbing. But I might figure out some knots and techniques, I could learn my limits at this time, and maybe, just maybe, I might have a wee bit of fun, even if it is at my own expense. I've got a lot of credit on that particular card. Love to spend it too, when I remember. That is one interest payment I don't mind adding to my life. Or yours. Yes, you.
Well... a bit of music, then some other tinkering, then to work? That's the plan. Oh, I did check. Can't, from what I have read so far, roll your own cherry bombs or 150's even in Alaska. But you can buy and use them. Yeah, no. I won't tinker. I'll read the book, but I won't even bother with the chems. Just not worth the hassle. If I need noise it'll have to be storebought or barrel produced. I can live with that. Still, I'd like to know a bit more about the stuff. Curiosity has it's limits, problems, and uses.
How about something other than music? Coincidences? Me, personally, I don't abide them. There is no such thing.
Wednesday, June 3, 2015
Decisions.
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While I have been spinning, and sitting, I made up my mind on a number of things. I laid the dollars, picked up the bones, and tossed them like I knew what I was doing. Just how I do. It might smart, it might all fail, not my problem. *grins* Even if it is. When you can ease around filters, stumble through collapse, sneak under barriers, and even make Death your bitch, worrying is only something to occupy the more serious recovery times. Unless your a woman, then... from what I can see from my vantage point, it's usually a full, though sometimes more a part-time, job. Then you get back to fulfilling the worries you just worked up, uhrm, if you are a man. No time to worry until something is too broken. Innit? You mileage may vary. My gas tank is full. *zoom!*
I decided to go with both sets of camping gear. There was a lot of overlap. Couldn't get the extra cook stuff this month. Next month, I suppose. I got everything I need for each kit, at least for three-season settings. Winter is a whole other animal. As I suggested, for warmer areas, these might work for four-season. If windchill can drop to below zero, I just wouldn't mess with these. Ogresickleville is not a stop on my hike. Not if I can help it. I also added a few more pieces into next month's basket, for climbing.
While I suggested I might not climb until I got some edumucation, and for serious or higher heights I probably won't, I would like to begin... goofing. I have known this was coming, but I don't recommend it for others. You, as I, will fall... very possible. You will not get up, dust off, and do it again in a week or two, or the next day. I will. Just how it goes. You will be in a hospital, if you are lucky. Don't do it lad, not by yourself, not without training. I can afford to figure it out the hard way, maybe learn more at some point. Just up a tree a ways, nothing fancy.
That is, if I can get the fires that seem to have lit focused on the pot to boil the water to run the pistons to... Yeah. Even with the migraine earlier, I am back to feeling fairly fit. Not energetic. Physically pretty dead. But my mind is working again, at a rocket-pack pace. It's trying to spread into the flesh, and probably will. More so now that I have decided and gone forth with a plan. And made future plans. The weather has closed in again. Crazy. Good though. I just wish I could get out hiking again, and working up, before it blazes out there. I might be able to do it, too. We'll see.
Tonight? Dishes. Laundry. Weights. Will be done. If I can kick those out quickly enough, I may wear the vest for a bit tonight on top of it. It'll be a push, but when isn't it. Yeah, maybe the fire is spreading. If it works, and I can push, I'd really like to hit the trail tomorrow. It's almost 21:00 and the sun is just going down. So, even with a later middle afternoon start, I might have time to run the full length. The canyon lies east to west, mostly, so the light should be similar. It's even higher, and further, than the ridges to my west, so the light might even last longer. Only one way to find out.
Oh, right. Beside nylon straps for making various length climbing devices, I thought to add a few attachments, so as to make a chest harness. Not so much for climbing, though that isn't a terrible plan for some instances, I have been meaning to make a chest harness. Something to add gear, a pistol or two, and such. Yeah, sure, they make them. But they all look .mil. One thing I have decided is, no matter what else happens, or when, do NOT dress up like .mil. You will cause confusion and fear, both to other civilians and to .mil, .gov, .leo. Do not play soldier, sailor, marine, leo, or any such thing. Just don't. Be a civil civilian unless the option isn't there, and even so, don't stick out. Well, yeah, my yahoo hair do, but... shut up.
Well... Maybe something to eat first. No food yet, hungry. Need it later anyway. Then a bit of reading while that settles. Then on to more. Oh, I best boil eggs and make more mash, then set up another alfalfa group. I'll be sprouting stuff until I feel I have the portions and techniques down, to my satisfaction. Then I'll be going to smaller quantities, altered schedules, and off weeks. For now... make it till I got it. Later. Ah, but some tunes for you.
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While I have been spinning, and sitting, I made up my mind on a number of things. I laid the dollars, picked up the bones, and tossed them like I knew what I was doing. Just how I do. It might smart, it might all fail, not my problem. *grins* Even if it is. When you can ease around filters, stumble through collapse, sneak under barriers, and even make Death your bitch, worrying is only something to occupy the more serious recovery times. Unless your a woman, then... from what I can see from my vantage point, it's usually a full, though sometimes more a part-time, job. Then you get back to fulfilling the worries you just worked up, uhrm, if you are a man. No time to worry until something is too broken. Innit? You mileage may vary. My gas tank is full. *zoom!*
I decided to go with both sets of camping gear. There was a lot of overlap. Couldn't get the extra cook stuff this month. Next month, I suppose. I got everything I need for each kit, at least for three-season settings. Winter is a whole other animal. As I suggested, for warmer areas, these might work for four-season. If windchill can drop to below zero, I just wouldn't mess with these. Ogresickleville is not a stop on my hike. Not if I can help it. I also added a few more pieces into next month's basket, for climbing.
While I suggested I might not climb until I got some edumucation, and for serious or higher heights I probably won't, I would like to begin... goofing. I have known this was coming, but I don't recommend it for others. You, as I, will fall... very possible. You will not get up, dust off, and do it again in a week or two, or the next day. I will. Just how it goes. You will be in a hospital, if you are lucky. Don't do it lad, not by yourself, not without training. I can afford to figure it out the hard way, maybe learn more at some point. Just up a tree a ways, nothing fancy.
That is, if I can get the fires that seem to have lit focused on the pot to boil the water to run the pistons to... Yeah. Even with the migraine earlier, I am back to feeling fairly fit. Not energetic. Physically pretty dead. But my mind is working again, at a rocket-pack pace. It's trying to spread into the flesh, and probably will. More so now that I have decided and gone forth with a plan. And made future plans. The weather has closed in again. Crazy. Good though. I just wish I could get out hiking again, and working up, before it blazes out there. I might be able to do it, too. We'll see.
Tonight? Dishes. Laundry. Weights. Will be done. If I can kick those out quickly enough, I may wear the vest for a bit tonight on top of it. It'll be a push, but when isn't it. Yeah, maybe the fire is spreading. If it works, and I can push, I'd really like to hit the trail tomorrow. It's almost 21:00 and the sun is just going down. So, even with a later middle afternoon start, I might have time to run the full length. The canyon lies east to west, mostly, so the light should be similar. It's even higher, and further, than the ridges to my west, so the light might even last longer. Only one way to find out.
Oh, right. Beside nylon straps for making various length climbing devices, I thought to add a few attachments, so as to make a chest harness. Not so much for climbing, though that isn't a terrible plan for some instances, I have been meaning to make a chest harness. Something to add gear, a pistol or two, and such. Yeah, sure, they make them. But they all look .mil. One thing I have decided is, no matter what else happens, or when, do NOT dress up like .mil. You will cause confusion and fear, both to other civilians and to .mil, .gov, .leo. Do not play soldier, sailor, marine, leo, or any such thing. Just don't. Be a civil civilian unless the option isn't there, and even so, don't stick out. Well, yeah, my yahoo hair do, but... shut up.
Well... Maybe something to eat first. No food yet, hungry. Need it later anyway. Then a bit of reading while that settles. Then on to more. Oh, I best boil eggs and make more mash, then set up another alfalfa group. I'll be sprouting stuff until I feel I have the portions and techniques down, to my satisfaction. Then I'll be going to smaller quantities, altered schedules, and off weeks. For now... make it till I got it. Later. Ah, but some tunes for you.
Migraine.
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Migraine and doorbell. I thought. I blinked a couple of times to see if I was really awake. I generally don't feel pain, physical pain, when asleep. Not from dreams. Pain might creep in from flesh, but not the other way around. The pain from the migraine wasn't environmental. It didn't steal into my consciousness as the heat of the sun steals around a curtain, or through a facing wall. No, this was raw pain. So I was definitely awake. I showered yesterday, I believe? The day before at least though, to be sure. However, I was in bed, so not sure I wanted to face some company. Who was it, is what my next move would be based upon. No vehicle(s). A bike in the drive. I was somewhat expecting that, in the back of my mind. The young man was here to mow.
In that case, I decided to answer the door. Had to move quickly, he'd been there for a bit. But didn't want to look too much like a bum, and had to put at least pjs on. Always sleep with a t-shirt. Meh, not worried about brushing hair. He's a guy, doesn't matter. I mean, up to a point. Men are generally more forgiving about gruff look. Most men know it, and understand it. Often even when rather young. Plus, with no interest, just doesn't matter. The one caveat is those men stuck on short (or long) hair, who have an adverse reaction to the other, opposite, types. "Splitter!" Since I am a known quantity, with regards to that, again, a null point.
So, I hop out, put on pjs and a robe, and answer. Yep, mowing, good. Okies. Back door will be unlocked if you need to use the restroom, want water or some of that juice mix. Here are the glasses, there is ice, if I happen to not actually be awake. Lock on the way out, if you remember. I think I said something like that. Did I mention, my head was pounding. On top of it, it feels like a spike was driven... not sure which direction but... from the back right of my neck up through my left forehead, then I was karate chopped by a good karate chopper on the right side of my neck, about four inches above where the spike seemed to have been driven in. Delicious. Back to bed.
I tried to go back to sleep, but that just was not going to happen. I rolled, tossed, turned, fussed with Sam, who thought I had become a huge mouse, so that I would get up and feed her I think, or let her out, or both. Women never can make up their minds. What do you want? "Yes, and NOW!" Right, okay, shut up. She isn't going to be fed for several hours, and I only happened to let her out because I was checking something, making sure I had unlocked the door.
I've been up for just a bit now. Made a pot of coffee, waiting on it. The pain is slowly bubbling away. I need to get more air into the room. I've got a window cracked, and the fan going, but that doesn't seem to be enough. When I open the door in the "morning", it feels like I'm leaving a sauna room. Moist and hot, and it is a relatively big bedroom, and with a fan going. I don't get it. Been like that for two weeks, since it started warming up. I think that might have something to do with the headaches lately.
Hmm... today? No clue. Not going to look until I can get this pain enough gone to think. Might take a slug of anacin. Don't think this is leaving as easily or quickly as it usually has been these last few days. I'll... get some coffee and painkiller down, then... if I can... consider the question. Bleh.
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Migraine and doorbell. I thought. I blinked a couple of times to see if I was really awake. I generally don't feel pain, physical pain, when asleep. Not from dreams. Pain might creep in from flesh, but not the other way around. The pain from the migraine wasn't environmental. It didn't steal into my consciousness as the heat of the sun steals around a curtain, or through a facing wall. No, this was raw pain. So I was definitely awake. I showered yesterday, I believe? The day before at least though, to be sure. However, I was in bed, so not sure I wanted to face some company. Who was it, is what my next move would be based upon. No vehicle(s). A bike in the drive. I was somewhat expecting that, in the back of my mind. The young man was here to mow.
In that case, I decided to answer the door. Had to move quickly, he'd been there for a bit. But didn't want to look too much like a bum, and had to put at least pjs on. Always sleep with a t-shirt. Meh, not worried about brushing hair. He's a guy, doesn't matter. I mean, up to a point. Men are generally more forgiving about gruff look. Most men know it, and understand it. Often even when rather young. Plus, with no interest, just doesn't matter. The one caveat is those men stuck on short (or long) hair, who have an adverse reaction to the other, opposite, types. "Splitter!" Since I am a known quantity, with regards to that, again, a null point.
So, I hop out, put on pjs and a robe, and answer. Yep, mowing, good. Okies. Back door will be unlocked if you need to use the restroom, want water or some of that juice mix. Here are the glasses, there is ice, if I happen to not actually be awake. Lock on the way out, if you remember. I think I said something like that. Did I mention, my head was pounding. On top of it, it feels like a spike was driven... not sure which direction but... from the back right of my neck up through my left forehead, then I was karate chopped by a good karate chopper on the right side of my neck, about four inches above where the spike seemed to have been driven in. Delicious. Back to bed.
I tried to go back to sleep, but that just was not going to happen. I rolled, tossed, turned, fussed with Sam, who thought I had become a huge mouse, so that I would get up and feed her I think, or let her out, or both. Women never can make up their minds. What do you want? "Yes, and NOW!" Right, okay, shut up. She isn't going to be fed for several hours, and I only happened to let her out because I was checking something, making sure I had unlocked the door.
I've been up for just a bit now. Made a pot of coffee, waiting on it. The pain is slowly bubbling away. I need to get more air into the room. I've got a window cracked, and the fan going, but that doesn't seem to be enough. When I open the door in the "morning", it feels like I'm leaving a sauna room. Moist and hot, and it is a relatively big bedroom, and with a fan going. I don't get it. Been like that for two weeks, since it started warming up. I think that might have something to do with the headaches lately.
Hmm... today? No clue. Not going to look until I can get this pain enough gone to think. Might take a slug of anacin. Don't think this is leaving as easily or quickly as it usually has been these last few days. I'll... get some coffee and painkiller down, then... if I can... consider the question. Bleh.
Okay, yeah, but?
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I am hung up on a decision, perhaps several. I have a tent now, but it's a bit big for solo backpacking. I was going to loan it out, but at 15 pounds, was it, that might be a bit much. Oh, sure, there are three who are going. They could split it out. I think they'll be looking for something lighter. Now, for a summer tent, it's a tank. Light or strong, really, is the choice. Sliding scales apply. Anywho, just by size, it was a bit big for me to wish to pack. So I started looking.
I looked at smaller tents, bivvies (of the tent style), and then decided to review hammocks. Okay, most smaller tents are pretty weak. So, if I wanted to go weak, I'd at least go manageable. The bivy that caught my attention is made by Snugpak. The same makers as my backpack. A name I trust. They started out making mostly military gear, over there (UK), but then branched out into the civilian market. They might be a bit overpriced, in one sense. But quality has a cost. My experience suggest the quality and cost, for their gear, generally lines up. Ah, the tent itself.
Well, okay. I almost had that settled when I remembered I have been thinking about buying a hammock for some number of years. So... I began looking those over. Do they make hammocks I would be comfortable using? I weigh nearly 300, and I'm not on the shorter side. Most seemed long enough. And I did find some that could handle my weight easily enough, with a hundred pounds to spare. I found enough kit to satisfy an initial foray into hammock camping... no-see-um netting, the right tie-offs, and all.
I remind, all things require more things. Even if you buy a "complete kit", it's never complete. Ever. So I considered this, that, and the other thing, which would be required for each, probably both. Guy lines so as to be able to use all the tie-outs, a strong light tarp (good for tents, necessary for hammocks), better (than typical) stakes, and a few other items. Then I had to stop and think about use.
A hammock is great, unless you can't find something to anchor it high enough to be elevated. And a tent is great, unless you can't find a flat enough spot to set it up. This bivy tent doesn't take much, but it does take some space. I have been flitting from idea to notion without finding resolution. I have looked at youtube videos for both, read reviews, considered this and that, tabulated costs... Exhausting. And still no resolution. Both? Together they would still weigh a third (pack, not packaged weights) of my current tent... give or take a pound (give, but hush). They both set up easily, assuming there is a place to set them up. I just don't know.
Further, I have been looking at other ways to cook. I have a multi-fuel stove. It's finicky, and to my mind fragile. So I have been looking at other types of stoves. The tangine is one, the strongest, contender. Having both offers redundancy. Around these parts, at certain times of the year, fire is a major hazard. So having a safer way to cook is important. As well, I don't actually have any reasonable camp cookware, not for packing. Titanium? Maybe. The price isn't too much worse than stainless, if the size goes down. A windscreen for either camp stove would be good, especially one that can also be used with a standard small fire. Redundancy, you see. But also looking for a number of systems to try. What works here might not work as well there, or at this or that altitude or temperature.
So... that has what has occupied my time. If I buy both, it will take a bit of wind out of my sails, though no great ding, just a serious sting. Next month I could finish buying the camping gear, so be fully ready to go out. If I can get back to hiking, I should even be ready for my first overnight. At least on the trail. I may head out and car camp before that. Hmm... just baffled at all and the contrary choices available. Just not sure. I am really thinking about pulling the trigger on both. It would simply offer much more flexibility, if it would take another month before I could finish the gearing. And, to think, I'll still need a winter tent! Both are, or are capable of, four season, but I wouldn't push that, not around these parts. Maybe where winter weather means slightly below freezing, but not in these mean old mountains. They'd find a popsicle shaped like an ogre. Even me.
There is hope I can learn to do with less, in time. Winter camping can be done with dug snow caves. Summer can be done with a cheap tarp and a few wool blankets. Gear will vary. But... you don't head out camping with the expectation of just surviving without fresh experience or training anymore then you head out on a four day hike not having hiked in a year. Make sure you have enough to easily (more easily) survive before jumping off that cliff. Even if you only lose a foot, hand, or toe or finger. Just not worth it. You know, when you get frostbit, it doesn't stop even if they get the dead flesh off before it goes bad. It'll remain with you for months, years, perhaps longer for some.
Anyway... that's what I have been up to. Bedtime now. Good night.
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I am hung up on a decision, perhaps several. I have a tent now, but it's a bit big for solo backpacking. I was going to loan it out, but at 15 pounds, was it, that might be a bit much. Oh, sure, there are three who are going. They could split it out. I think they'll be looking for something lighter. Now, for a summer tent, it's a tank. Light or strong, really, is the choice. Sliding scales apply. Anywho, just by size, it was a bit big for me to wish to pack. So I started looking.
I looked at smaller tents, bivvies (of the tent style), and then decided to review hammocks. Okay, most smaller tents are pretty weak. So, if I wanted to go weak, I'd at least go manageable. The bivy that caught my attention is made by Snugpak. The same makers as my backpack. A name I trust. They started out making mostly military gear, over there (UK), but then branched out into the civilian market. They might be a bit overpriced, in one sense. But quality has a cost. My experience suggest the quality and cost, for their gear, generally lines up. Ah, the tent itself.
Well, okay. I almost had that settled when I remembered I have been thinking about buying a hammock for some number of years. So... I began looking those over. Do they make hammocks I would be comfortable using? I weigh nearly 300, and I'm not on the shorter side. Most seemed long enough. And I did find some that could handle my weight easily enough, with a hundred pounds to spare. I found enough kit to satisfy an initial foray into hammock camping... no-see-um netting, the right tie-offs, and all.
I remind, all things require more things. Even if you buy a "complete kit", it's never complete. Ever. So I considered this, that, and the other thing, which would be required for each, probably both. Guy lines so as to be able to use all the tie-outs, a strong light tarp (good for tents, necessary for hammocks), better (than typical) stakes, and a few other items. Then I had to stop and think about use.
A hammock is great, unless you can't find something to anchor it high enough to be elevated. And a tent is great, unless you can't find a flat enough spot to set it up. This bivy tent doesn't take much, but it does take some space. I have been flitting from idea to notion without finding resolution. I have looked at youtube videos for both, read reviews, considered this and that, tabulated costs... Exhausting. And still no resolution. Both? Together they would still weigh a third (pack, not packaged weights) of my current tent... give or take a pound (give, but hush). They both set up easily, assuming there is a place to set them up. I just don't know.
Further, I have been looking at other ways to cook. I have a multi-fuel stove. It's finicky, and to my mind fragile. So I have been looking at other types of stoves. The tangine is one, the strongest, contender. Having both offers redundancy. Around these parts, at certain times of the year, fire is a major hazard. So having a safer way to cook is important. As well, I don't actually have any reasonable camp cookware, not for packing. Titanium? Maybe. The price isn't too much worse than stainless, if the size goes down. A windscreen for either camp stove would be good, especially one that can also be used with a standard small fire. Redundancy, you see. But also looking for a number of systems to try. What works here might not work as well there, or at this or that altitude or temperature.
So... that has what has occupied my time. If I buy both, it will take a bit of wind out of my sails, though no great ding, just a serious sting. Next month I could finish buying the camping gear, so be fully ready to go out. If I can get back to hiking, I should even be ready for my first overnight. At least on the trail. I may head out and car camp before that. Hmm... just baffled at all and the contrary choices available. Just not sure. I am really thinking about pulling the trigger on both. It would simply offer much more flexibility, if it would take another month before I could finish the gearing. And, to think, I'll still need a winter tent! Both are, or are capable of, four season, but I wouldn't push that, not around these parts. Maybe where winter weather means slightly below freezing, but not in these mean old mountains. They'd find a popsicle shaped like an ogre. Even me.
There is hope I can learn to do with less, in time. Winter camping can be done with dug snow caves. Summer can be done with a cheap tarp and a few wool blankets. Gear will vary. But... you don't head out camping with the expectation of just surviving without fresh experience or training anymore then you head out on a four day hike not having hiked in a year. Make sure you have enough to easily (more easily) survive before jumping off that cliff. Even if you only lose a foot, hand, or toe or finger. Just not worth it. You know, when you get frostbit, it doesn't stop even if they get the dead flesh off before it goes bad. It'll remain with you for months, years, perhaps longer for some.
Anyway... that's what I have been up to. Bedtime now. Good night.
Tuesday, June 2, 2015
Somethings cooking.
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Ah, that would be me. Not sure what is up, but a fire has lit. Not sure where that will take me. Just had dinner, so I'll give that a bit of time to settle before trying to hit some things.
As I look over gear I have, gear I want, and make plans to get out, while realizing I am getting there, pieces of another time come to me. Never a ranger, of course, but... I know I used to pack small and tight. In this last run at camping, I did... okay. Rolling my clothes. Many of the techniques in the video are how I have always done things, when I fold, if I didn't remember where I learned to do things that way. But I knew there was something missing. I'm not even sure this is exactly how I used to do things, back in some distant time. But it is close enough. Sometimes groups shared ideas, sometimes we had our own marks on things, sometimes we did it just how we personally wanted... regardless of training and hallmarks. Piss off, tired of doing it "our way". Bits of memory.
Anyway, I found these videos and thought to share out the last little touches of compact packing. This addition will keep my rolls intact, which makes a lot of things much simpler. Even on short runs, I like to keep an extra set of clothes, usually in a dry bag, along with a fast-drying layering set... top and bottom. And, preferable to that, I like two sets of clothes. My clothing is massive. This should help even so.
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Ah, that would be me. Not sure what is up, but a fire has lit. Not sure where that will take me. Just had dinner, so I'll give that a bit of time to settle before trying to hit some things.
As I look over gear I have, gear I want, and make plans to get out, while realizing I am getting there, pieces of another time come to me. Never a ranger, of course, but... I know I used to pack small and tight. In this last run at camping, I did... okay. Rolling my clothes. Many of the techniques in the video are how I have always done things, when I fold, if I didn't remember where I learned to do things that way. But I knew there was something missing. I'm not even sure this is exactly how I used to do things, back in some distant time. But it is close enough. Sometimes groups shared ideas, sometimes we had our own marks on things, sometimes we did it just how we personally wanted... regardless of training and hallmarks. Piss off, tired of doing it "our way". Bits of memory.
Anyway, I found these videos and thought to share out the last little touches of compact packing. This addition will keep my rolls intact, which makes a lot of things much simpler. Even on short runs, I like to keep an extra set of clothes, usually in a dry bag, along with a fast-drying layering set... top and bottom. And, preferable to that, I like two sets of clothes. My clothing is massive. This should help even so.
Sleep needs to settle.
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I have no idea what time I made it in to finally be able to lay down and sleep. I know I must have tried two, three, maybe more times. Dry firing on sleep sucks. Especially when you want it really hard. Jonesing long enough, and you begin to psychically choke out. If you still can't go down, you pass out on your feet and just hope your body joins you before you get cerebral headaches. Don't count on dying, either. Four days, eight days, hell, I myself have done ten days up. Won't kill you, unless something ancillary, or parallel, catches you. There is a disease, a genetic flaw, that only presents as an adult, in which the inflicted literally stop being able to hit rem sleep. It takes months, years, of no sleep. But first comes madness, as their minds try to dream without the protections of doing so in a sleeping body. Yeah, some really do have it worse. Just because someone has it worse doesn't mean what I go through in those times isn't wretched enough. Further, I realized my body was trying to wake up before I got enough rest. That might have been part of what has lead to this failing. So I have been trying... even if I can't remember now... to get a rough guess on when I go to sleep, and hold onto it through sleep. Might start setting the alarm again, as a check more than as a requirement. As I said, I don't remember when I went down, now, but when I first tried to wake up I did. I knew that four hours wasn't enough sleep, so forced myself back to sleep. Even if I don't remember the time down, I know I got seven to eight hours of sleep, maybe just six?. Too much sleep is a monster too. As is being awake too long or not being able to stay awake long. I know have some input, if it is akin to steering and breaking on ice.
I do feel better. If I had to guess, half or more of the last week has seen me to too little sleep, as well as some of those other problems. I started losing track though, couldn't pay attention, focus, or put it all together. Other things may be the cause, but that became one of the results, then advancing factors, in the fall. I will get it back in shape. I do have to see the problem to begin working on it.
Crazy dreams last night, think of riding a nightmare (the mythical creature), but on something like horse speed, through all the time of man. Not sure if there was a point. Just taking in both the stories and many actual events, some of them as mundane as hay stacking pilgrims or a new mayor in some tiny village, some as seemingly important as the fall of the Spanish Armada, or the first steps of the rise of Greece or the times and manners of the royal court during the rule of Nebuchadnezzar. A long sad ride, but also one of hope. Men try, fail, rebuild, and never quit. Not... yet anyway. Only parts of that time are for my eyes. Not even the Christ could fully see that time, not here anyway.
Yes, the extra sleep, or full sleep I should say, and ensuring that, will see me back to it sooner. Too much sleep is just as bad. I have to have six to eight hours down, and try to keep waking times to between twelve and twenty hours. Stretching too much either way, of either type, too frequently, and I end up going down hard. Though sometimes, as this time, I think that is a symptom... if turning into a cause all it's own. I'm down, but I see the problems and am tagging and fixing them. I'll keep the operational list of work, chores, play, and such going. I might even get to some of it. I might even pull some heavies. I can, sometimes, now... right through death. But I cannot guarantee... promise. I can only look and reach through, ready or not. It either works or falls flat. But, that is the score for now.
When I first woke, yesterday and today, at least, it was quite rough. Oddly, I improve rather quickly. I think the heating world has something to do with it too. Hmm... ought to check my blood sugar and blood pressure soon. I am on track with medicine, full doses to my wants with medical guidance up to a point, now tracking can begin with a relatively clear conscience... and purpose. Later.
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I have no idea what time I made it in to finally be able to lay down and sleep. I know I must have tried two, three, maybe more times. Dry firing on sleep sucks. Especially when you want it really hard. Jonesing long enough, and you begin to psychically choke out. If you still can't go down, you pass out on your feet and just hope your body joins you before you get cerebral headaches. Don't count on dying, either. Four days, eight days, hell, I myself have done ten days up. Won't kill you, unless something ancillary, or parallel, catches you. There is a disease, a genetic flaw, that only presents as an adult, in which the inflicted literally stop being able to hit rem sleep. It takes months, years, of no sleep. But first comes madness, as their minds try to dream without the protections of doing so in a sleeping body. Yeah, some really do have it worse. Just because someone has it worse doesn't mean what I go through in those times isn't wretched enough. Further, I realized my body was trying to wake up before I got enough rest. That might have been part of what has lead to this failing. So I have been trying... even if I can't remember now... to get a rough guess on when I go to sleep, and hold onto it through sleep. Might start setting the alarm again, as a check more than as a requirement. As I said, I don't remember when I went down, now, but when I first tried to wake up I did. I knew that four hours wasn't enough sleep, so forced myself back to sleep. Even if I don't remember the time down, I know I got seven to eight hours of sleep, maybe just six?. Too much sleep is a monster too. As is being awake too long or not being able to stay awake long. I know have some input, if it is akin to steering and breaking on ice.
I do feel better. If I had to guess, half or more of the last week has seen me to too little sleep, as well as some of those other problems. I started losing track though, couldn't pay attention, focus, or put it all together. Other things may be the cause, but that became one of the results, then advancing factors, in the fall. I will get it back in shape. I do have to see the problem to begin working on it.
Yes, the extra sleep, or full sleep I should say, and ensuring that, will see me back to it sooner. Too much sleep is just as bad. I have to have six to eight hours down, and try to keep waking times to between twelve and twenty hours. Stretching too much either way, of either type, too frequently, and I end up going down hard. Though sometimes, as this time, I think that is a symptom... if turning into a cause all it's own. I'm down, but I see the problems and am tagging and fixing them. I'll keep the operational list of work, chores, play, and such going. I might even get to some of it. I might even pull some heavies. I can, sometimes, now... right through death. But I cannot guarantee... promise. I can only look and reach through, ready or not. It either works or falls flat. But, that is the score for now.
When I first woke, yesterday and today, at least, it was quite rough. Oddly, I improve rather quickly. I think the heating world has something to do with it too. Hmm... ought to check my blood sugar and blood pressure soon. I am on track with medicine, full doses to my wants with medical guidance up to a point, now tracking can begin with a relatively clear conscience... and purpose. Later.
An hour, maybe a bit more.
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I wouldn't even call it a nap. I don't think I slept. Close. Something got Sam's attention, probably a tom. I thought I heard something, thinking back on it. I wouldn't have remembered the noise otherwise. And I just wasn't... I was too tense, or something. Not for fear, just... taught. I don't blame her, or Sassy for sneaking in and up. When they sleep with me, I often, usually, am "gently" asleep. Then again, even when they aren't in there, I don't sleep extremely sound... unless I have pushed things. Or, sometimes, if I have well and truly over-extended. Sort of like with iodine imbalance, the symptoms of too much and too little can mimic each other, for many of my problems.
Isn't that the way it is with many things? Or at least some of the results. Without a way of dealing with being too hot or cold, hungry, thirsty, and maybe some other opposites, the same results occur (for those things). Getting grumpy, lethargy, but phases too. Being too hungry can, at times, make me agitated but unfocused, or lethargic, depending at what stage in that. I do wonder if I suffer from dehydration. With the waterpill, and real need for it, though, I'm not sure there is much I can do about that. It's a condition of the cure, in this case much better than the option... that of being perpetually bloated and, worse, unable to breath well. Panting your way through life is a dog's way, not a man's, or ogre's.
I went in a bit after 1:00, got out of there a bit after 2:30, if I had to guess. Not really energetic, actually falling down a bit, I just turned to research. Tools, gadgets, questions. One of the things I looked into was iodine imbalance, actually. I'm not sure I am getting enough. I don't eat packaged foods, and have been using kosher salt. I may have to add in regular salt, and have been to a degree but just recently. Kosher is more expensive, and doesn't really add anything when used for cooking. It's great for crusting potatoes, if split after backing... or crusting a drink glass... And it offers more taste per volume, to my notion. But it's better as an addition while dining, just an empty... and worse an iodine depriver... cooking ingredient. Just something I figured out and thought I'd pass on.
Why consider iodine? If I end up somewhere outback, I need to consider some of these small health issues. Yes, they might not kill you. Or they might. There are many conditions and diseases that are gone, now. But they could pop back up in short order by leaving civilization, or though local, regional, national, or global problems. While I am considering one, in truth I am considering them all. So, I have started to think... to try to remember... some of the things which could be a problem, and looking for solutions. Where I am going, I will BE the doctor. Well, doctor, cook, surgeon, hunter, butcher, clean up crew, lumberjack, carpenter, perhaps electrician, mechanic, guard, and all else. It is an impossible task, if I want to live like I do. Which means one of two things.
Anyway, I may brush my teeth again, and try to hit it. I feel like I could sleep. I want to sleep. That may just not be possible, yet. Rough, ugly, until something sorts out.
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I wouldn't even call it a nap. I don't think I slept. Close. Something got Sam's attention, probably a tom. I thought I heard something, thinking back on it. I wouldn't have remembered the noise otherwise. And I just wasn't... I was too tense, or something. Not for fear, just... taught. I don't blame her, or Sassy for sneaking in and up. When they sleep with me, I often, usually, am "gently" asleep. Then again, even when they aren't in there, I don't sleep extremely sound... unless I have pushed things. Or, sometimes, if I have well and truly over-extended. Sort of like with iodine imbalance, the symptoms of too much and too little can mimic each other, for many of my problems.
Isn't that the way it is with many things? Or at least some of the results. Without a way of dealing with being too hot or cold, hungry, thirsty, and maybe some other opposites, the same results occur (for those things). Getting grumpy, lethargy, but phases too. Being too hungry can, at times, make me agitated but unfocused, or lethargic, depending at what stage in that. I do wonder if I suffer from dehydration. With the waterpill, and real need for it, though, I'm not sure there is much I can do about that. It's a condition of the cure, in this case much better than the option... that of being perpetually bloated and, worse, unable to breath well. Panting your way through life is a dog's way, not a man's, or ogre's.
I went in a bit after 1:00, got out of there a bit after 2:30, if I had to guess. Not really energetic, actually falling down a bit, I just turned to research. Tools, gadgets, questions. One of the things I looked into was iodine imbalance, actually. I'm not sure I am getting enough. I don't eat packaged foods, and have been using kosher salt. I may have to add in regular salt, and have been to a degree but just recently. Kosher is more expensive, and doesn't really add anything when used for cooking. It's great for crusting potatoes, if split after backing... or crusting a drink glass... And it offers more taste per volume, to my notion. But it's better as an addition while dining, just an empty... and worse an iodine depriver... cooking ingredient. Just something I figured out and thought I'd pass on.
Why consider iodine? If I end up somewhere outback, I need to consider some of these small health issues. Yes, they might not kill you. Or they might. There are many conditions and diseases that are gone, now. But they could pop back up in short order by leaving civilization, or though local, regional, national, or global problems. While I am considering one, in truth I am considering them all. So, I have started to think... to try to remember... some of the things which could be a problem, and looking for solutions. Where I am going, I will BE the doctor. Well, doctor, cook, surgeon, hunter, butcher, clean up crew, lumberjack, carpenter, perhaps electrician, mechanic, guard, and all else. It is an impossible task, if I want to live like I do. Which means one of two things.
Anyway, I may brush my teeth again, and try to hit it. I feel like I could sleep. I want to sleep. That may just not be possible, yet. Rough, ugly, until something sorts out.
Bedtime?
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Maybe a nap. I don't know what will happen. I didn't get to anything more save reading a couple, perhaps even three or four, short stories. I'll take medicine as I crash, brush and floss. I gave the girls a treat. Today dinner was hot dogs, offered apologetically. More so since they were a little overdone. I love those, sometimes, especially when overdone! The alfalfa is about done, but I figured a spot of that in with some ketchup would work. And it did. The bean sprouts should be good for a couple more days. I'll finish the mush off with it tomorrow, or when I wake. Plus strawberries, watermelon, and potato salad done the way I like. It felt like a picnic. Nice. Even if I altered the memory with alfalfa. From now on, I'll probably just do a teaspoon of seed, not two. But I won't make that every week. With bean sprouts, two or three tablespoons is required. They just don't increase in volume all that much. Every other time, every other week, one type or the other. Just enough to have a week supply of each type per month... if the rest of that didn't make sense.
Tired, recovering from trying to hurdle my sleep schedule. Even if I hadn't failed, this would have hurt. It's just a bit worse that I failed on top of spilling. The price of success is high, always was. So too failure, just without that stupid grin I get when I win and as I collapse. As I said, no worries. Did my best, it just wasn't good enough. I'm not going to push time, just effort. But I have run out of time for a while. Hoping for a nap, but what it is is what it will be. The weather closed back in. I don't think it has rained, but I was too asleep earlier to have heard it. Normally I might be aware of pitters and patters. I smile in my sleep when I hear that.
I'll keep the plan in place, until I can check some things off the list. If my weeks go as sideways as day and night, I'll just... keep going as I can, figuring it all out on the fly. I am almost sure, until the heat hits hard, that I can figure my way back into the saddle. I will have troubles, from time to time. It's just the way it goes. If I can wake at the right time, I would like to try to do the 7.4 mile(?) hike tomorrow. Working out I can do, technically, any time. Hiking needs to be between dawn and dusk, well within those. And that hike is going to take a while. I suspect three to four hours the first time. Perhaps I can wear that down to two hours in time, then add weight and get it back to two hours again. Though, until I run it, and find out just how steep it is, I won't know for sure. Tomorrow, I hope.
Good night, perhaps.
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Maybe a nap. I don't know what will happen. I didn't get to anything more save reading a couple, perhaps even three or four, short stories. I'll take medicine as I crash, brush and floss. I gave the girls a treat. Today dinner was hot dogs, offered apologetically. More so since they were a little overdone. I love those, sometimes, especially when overdone! The alfalfa is about done, but I figured a spot of that in with some ketchup would work. And it did. The bean sprouts should be good for a couple more days. I'll finish the mush off with it tomorrow, or when I wake. Plus strawberries, watermelon, and potato salad done the way I like. It felt like a picnic. Nice. Even if I altered the memory with alfalfa. From now on, I'll probably just do a teaspoon of seed, not two. But I won't make that every week. With bean sprouts, two or three tablespoons is required. They just don't increase in volume all that much. Every other time, every other week, one type or the other. Just enough to have a week supply of each type per month... if the rest of that didn't make sense.
Tired, recovering from trying to hurdle my sleep schedule. Even if I hadn't failed, this would have hurt. It's just a bit worse that I failed on top of spilling. The price of success is high, always was. So too failure, just without that stupid grin I get when I win and as I collapse. As I said, no worries. Did my best, it just wasn't good enough. I'm not going to push time, just effort. But I have run out of time for a while. Hoping for a nap, but what it is is what it will be. The weather closed back in. I don't think it has rained, but I was too asleep earlier to have heard it. Normally I might be aware of pitters and patters. I smile in my sleep when I hear that.
I'll keep the plan in place, until I can check some things off the list. If my weeks go as sideways as day and night, I'll just... keep going as I can, figuring it all out on the fly. I am almost sure, until the heat hits hard, that I can figure my way back into the saddle. I will have troubles, from time to time. It's just the way it goes. If I can wake at the right time, I would like to try to do the 7.4 mile(?) hike tomorrow. Working out I can do, technically, any time. Hiking needs to be between dawn and dusk, well within those. And that hike is going to take a while. I suspect three to four hours the first time. Perhaps I can wear that down to two hours in time, then add weight and get it back to two hours again. Though, until I run it, and find out just how steep it is, I won't know for sure. Tomorrow, I hope.
Good night, perhaps.
Monday, June 1, 2015
Coffee, a shower, and braiding.
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I planned to attempt braiding, assuming I could get a shower in, while consuming coffee. A simple enough plan, requiring some unknown reserves of energy, will, and focus. Energy levels, always, is a moving target. Lots today, not tomorrow. I have learned how to eke out nano watt hours, if not exactly how to coral megawatt hours. Working on it. The gauge doesn't always read right, either. Has to be calibrated, and even then sometimes ignored. Sometimes, even so, there is a lot more in there, or a lot less. Haven't gotten a reading yet, not waiting for one. I just pushed through what I could.
It seems I have the french braid down. It is a LOT easier when the hair is wet. Still, wet or dry, you either know the thing or you don't. I doubt if I have it perfect... the splitting, and taking off even amounts on each side, but I'm not doing this as a glam thing... just a simple tool. Plus, in time, all skills improve. You have to start out at the bottom and work your way up. Always... save those things some can do natively that others spend a lifetime perfecting. Often never even delving into function, caught up in technique and fear, they never go past being an "expert"... on paper. Doing, for the most part, is failure followed by some amount of doing, sometimes guided sometimes independent, until enough function is obtained. Ideas are bankrupt without function. Anyway, I have it down, basically. Now I just need practice to bring some level of perfection.
The rest of the day? I don't know. There is the old list. For how I am feeling, I have already done everything I put on my plate. Will that be it? I simply don't know. That drowsy, sick, nauseous, spinning and falling sensation remains. It doesn't seem to involve my body, just a head... maybe internal... thing. When you feel nauseous, is it always in the stomach? Right now I am not sure. Could just be a sensory thing from being off. Only way to be sure is to eat. Then I'll know. Sometimes food helps, sometimes not so much. But, for me, it is the only way to know. Eating usually helps, in the long run, since it is a rare thing for me to toss it. And people thought Draino was ONLY bad for you? Takes a while, but there can be dividends. :p If it doesn't kill you, or rip you up, I guess?
No grip work today. I suspect, doing that every day to exhaustion and then some, didn't help the rest of the mal-conditioning. When I do that, it sure lights a fire inside. It's not burning those muscles terribly, or I may be a bit immune to that sensation? I only seem to really burn when I do something I really shouldn't. I can lift weights until I can't, putting everything into it, and still not burn... more like the furnace clicking on and heat going up, but none of that burn I used to know. Though that might be because my shape/condition/health doesn't... or isn't... allowing me to push that hard? Not sure. No... might be true of iron, but I am well into it with the grippers. Should feel burn. Anyway...
Okay, here is the plan. I have doubts, but... I don't feel like any of it, but... I might really not get to any of it. But... this is the plan. A load of dishes, at least washed. Probably good for a rinse, as I am doing things these days. A load of laundry, maybe two. And then hitting the bench. That, I have decided, is the plan. Can't see straight, but... and? Tomorrow? A hike. The whole course, with pack. Then, tomorrow or the next day, hitting the bedroom. Sorting, organizing, tossing. Just the ugly parts of the job, and what I can maintain focus to do. Reading, for breaks. Yes, I'm going to try to step back into it. I'm tired of... doing nothing. Back into the program. Lazy! Sick my eye! *schwack ~ crack ~ slash* No time for the easy life, have things to do.
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I planned to attempt braiding, assuming I could get a shower in, while consuming coffee. A simple enough plan, requiring some unknown reserves of energy, will, and focus. Energy levels, always, is a moving target. Lots today, not tomorrow. I have learned how to eke out nano watt hours, if not exactly how to coral megawatt hours. Working on it. The gauge doesn't always read right, either. Has to be calibrated, and even then sometimes ignored. Sometimes, even so, there is a lot more in there, or a lot less. Haven't gotten a reading yet, not waiting for one. I just pushed through what I could.
It seems I have the french braid down. It is a LOT easier when the hair is wet. Still, wet or dry, you either know the thing or you don't. I doubt if I have it perfect... the splitting, and taking off even amounts on each side, but I'm not doing this as a glam thing... just a simple tool. Plus, in time, all skills improve. You have to start out at the bottom and work your way up. Always... save those things some can do natively that others spend a lifetime perfecting. Often never even delving into function, caught up in technique and fear, they never go past being an "expert"... on paper. Doing, for the most part, is failure followed by some amount of doing, sometimes guided sometimes independent, until enough function is obtained. Ideas are bankrupt without function. Anyway, I have it down, basically. Now I just need practice to bring some level of perfection.
The rest of the day? I don't know. There is the old list. For how I am feeling, I have already done everything I put on my plate. Will that be it? I simply don't know. That drowsy, sick, nauseous, spinning and falling sensation remains. It doesn't seem to involve my body, just a head... maybe internal... thing. When you feel nauseous, is it always in the stomach? Right now I am not sure. Could just be a sensory thing from being off. Only way to be sure is to eat. Then I'll know. Sometimes food helps, sometimes not so much. But, for me, it is the only way to know. Eating usually helps, in the long run, since it is a rare thing for me to toss it. And people thought Draino was ONLY bad for you? Takes a while, but there can be dividends. :p If it doesn't kill you, or rip you up, I guess?
No grip work today. I suspect, doing that every day to exhaustion and then some, didn't help the rest of the mal-conditioning. When I do that, it sure lights a fire inside. It's not burning those muscles terribly, or I may be a bit immune to that sensation? I only seem to really burn when I do something I really shouldn't. I can lift weights until I can't, putting everything into it, and still not burn... more like the furnace clicking on and heat going up, but none of that burn I used to know. Though that might be because my shape/condition/health doesn't... or isn't... allowing me to push that hard? Not sure. No... might be true of iron, but I am well into it with the grippers. Should feel burn. Anyway...
Okay, here is the plan. I have doubts, but... I don't feel like any of it, but... I might really not get to any of it. But... this is the plan. A load of dishes, at least washed. Probably good for a rinse, as I am doing things these days. A load of laundry, maybe two. And then hitting the bench. That, I have decided, is the plan. Can't see straight, but... and? Tomorrow? A hike. The whole course, with pack. Then, tomorrow or the next day, hitting the bedroom. Sorting, organizing, tossing. Just the ugly parts of the job, and what I can maintain focus to do. Reading, for breaks. Yes, I'm going to try to step back into it. I'm tired of... doing nothing. Back into the program. Lazy! Sick my eye! *schwack ~ crack ~ slash* No time for the easy life, have things to do.
Ah, right. The sweet, cherished memories of
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being trammeled into the dirt by the nature of my reality. When I try to force myself to be awake at an exact time, when that time is contrary to my internal clock, there is a very good chance I will end up feeling like I do. I will feel like this for a week, or more. Hell, I could feel my oncoming migraine in my sleep, It isn't every time. It's mostly when I don't, or really can't, bolster the schedule somehow. In this case, I wasn't able to work. Then again, for the most part, I had given up on changing my schedule... until this appointment. I did NOT want to miss it. I saw that my sleep cycle, left unchecked, would cause me to miss by the middle of last week. So... I ripped and tore to keep my day from advancing into evening, and even battered it back enough that I thought I might be able to swing it. Then I couldn't sleep, all last night, and then I couldn't wake up. I ended up going down at 8:00, hoping I could just a squeeze a nap in... didn't have a choice. Nope. I'm up at 15:15, give or take fifteen. Still too little sleep, feel like road kill, hurt, and feeling ugly... uglier than I look even. Even my ribs? Eh tu, Brute? My ribs are getting more involved with things... could it be the grip work? Cool! Get those lazy fu*8ing muscles working! Even if it feels like the inside of them. Hey, no one gets a leisure cruise on this ship, not while I'm in command.
I need to find anacin, get a heaping helping of something, at least until I can make it so my brain doesn't feel like it is freespinning away from the shuttle on a twisted cord. Orienteering is first done of flesh, mind you, then either expands from there or doesn't. I've been lost in here so many times. The thing is, inside, you can't make it connect. The body simply has to work, and it isn't, because I abused it trying to hit a time target. It'll just have to heel. No more or less than you can pound a case or fifth and expect the world to simply stop spinning. Doesn't work that way. I've only tossed chunks a few times in the last few decades, that wouldn't help here, but it might have helped for the other proposed cause of this loss of balance. *>>focus<<* Then again, be bobbing at sea, aiming at a bobbing target. Oh, you can do it. Might lose lunch in the process, I might if I could... not sure it helps, though, as I suggested. No lunch in there... would be bad. *>>focus<<*
Okay, whatever else, here is the plan. I will do whatever I can. There have been tasks that haven't been being done. I need to attempt to wake first, and gain balance. I might have to eat in a bit, supper is coming so that should be easy, and I have lighter stuff just in case. When I can, eat, while trying to wake up, then hit tasks. Little or big, whatever I can do. Then, sleep as my body suggests. No more whipping it one way or the other. Just let it happen. I think the weather is misshaping my sleep, extending... I think... my waking cycle, but that just has to be handled through time. At this time, I cannot fuss with that. Or I end up here, and get nothing done through it. I'm a one trick pony, right now, and not good at it even then.
Okay, now... I knew this. I just thought I had become strong enough to push through it, make it. I did neither, and got swatted like a fly. So, back to being the humble servant. I saw this coming, still thought I might make it. Not. I planned on recouping after I finished, in success I had hoped. Not. Crap sandwich... All good, learn, test, and live... or die. *grins* I got absolutely clobbered. *grins* Worth a shot, I guess. Maybe next time. They would have been happy with my teeth, too. Brushing twice, sometimes three times, flossing at night, mouth rinse twice a day. Still stained, but in good working order, as with my gums. Oh well. I'll be ready to quit tobacco. As ready as I can be. On my last roll of tobacco coins... usually lasts a month, but I've been hitting it harder since all lights are green for quitting. Yeah... later.
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being trammeled into the dirt by the nature of my reality. When I try to force myself to be awake at an exact time, when that time is contrary to my internal clock, there is a very good chance I will end up feeling like I do. I will feel like this for a week, or more. Hell, I could feel my oncoming migraine in my sleep, It isn't every time. It's mostly when I don't, or really can't, bolster the schedule somehow. In this case, I wasn't able to work. Then again, for the most part, I had given up on changing my schedule... until this appointment. I did NOT want to miss it. I saw that my sleep cycle, left unchecked, would cause me to miss by the middle of last week. So... I ripped and tore to keep my day from advancing into evening, and even battered it back enough that I thought I might be able to swing it. Then I couldn't sleep, all last night, and then I couldn't wake up. I ended up going down at 8:00, hoping I could just a squeeze a nap in... didn't have a choice. Nope. I'm up at 15:15, give or take fifteen. Still too little sleep, feel like road kill, hurt, and feeling ugly... uglier than I look even. Even my ribs? Eh tu, Brute? My ribs are getting more involved with things... could it be the grip work? Cool! Get those lazy fu*8ing muscles working! Even if it feels like the inside of them. Hey, no one gets a leisure cruise on this ship, not while I'm in command.
I need to find anacin, get a heaping helping of something, at least until I can make it so my brain doesn't feel like it is freespinning away from the shuttle on a twisted cord. Orienteering is first done of flesh, mind you, then either expands from there or doesn't. I've been lost in here so many times. The thing is, inside, you can't make it connect. The body simply has to work, and it isn't, because I abused it trying to hit a time target. It'll just have to heel. No more or less than you can pound a case or fifth and expect the world to simply stop spinning. Doesn't work that way. I've only tossed chunks a few times in the last few decades, that wouldn't help here, but it might have helped for the other proposed cause of this loss of balance. *>>focus<<* Then again, be bobbing at sea, aiming at a bobbing target. Oh, you can do it. Might lose lunch in the process, I might if I could... not sure it helps, though, as I suggested. No lunch in there... would be bad. *>>focus<<*
Okay, whatever else, here is the plan. I will do whatever I can. There have been tasks that haven't been being done. I need to attempt to wake first, and gain balance. I might have to eat in a bit, supper is coming so that should be easy, and I have lighter stuff just in case. When I can, eat, while trying to wake up, then hit tasks. Little or big, whatever I can do. Then, sleep as my body suggests. No more whipping it one way or the other. Just let it happen. I think the weather is misshaping my sleep, extending... I think... my waking cycle, but that just has to be handled through time. At this time, I cannot fuss with that. Or I end up here, and get nothing done through it. I'm a one trick pony, right now, and not good at it even then.
Okay, now... I knew this. I just thought I had become strong enough to push through it, make it. I did neither, and got swatted like a fly. So, back to being the humble servant. I saw this coming, still thought I might make it. Not. I planned on recouping after I finished, in success I had hoped. Not. Crap sandwich... All good, learn, test, and live... or die. *grins* I got absolutely clobbered. *grins* Worth a shot, I guess. Maybe next time. They would have been happy with my teeth, too. Brushing twice, sometimes three times, flossing at night, mouth rinse twice a day. Still stained, but in good working order, as with my gums. Oh well. I'll be ready to quit tobacco. As ready as I can be. On my last roll of tobacco coins... usually lasts a month, but I've been hitting it harder since all lights are green for quitting. Yeah... later.
Sunday, May 31, 2015
Okay, about the fever.
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Not what I at first thought. I haven't been out in a few days. Not sure when it happened, but spring seems to be heading sharply into summer. It's getting warm out there. Even with the thermo at 66, it is 73 in here. Until I get used to it, that is just plain hot. Opening the windows won't help. It's hotter out there. Though, maybe, opening the windows and firing up the fans, when it becomes cooler outside, might help. Even so, I know it was cool, in here, last night. So it's not going to help much. I'll just have to acclimate. Actually, one of the ways to do that, is to get out in it. When I come home to a cooler than outside cave... well... maybe. I'll be getting out one way or the other. I guess I can hope that works.
I am hoping to get up early enough to work out tomorrow. An appointment I have to make will make that a bit tricky. There is a chance, and I'll be pulling for it. With this heat, though, sleeping is going to be difficult. Maybe the ac will work, and a shower and bath. I keep messing with the grip stengtheners. I think I ought to give a couple days between working those. You'd be amazed at how much just doing those lights up the engine. I am getting close to having the 200 pounder down, at least in the right hand. The left hand is lagging. I pulled out the 250, to get going on it as well. I am sort of surprised how many muscles it really works to use those.
More reading. I can do the fiction, but have sort of burned out on the instruction type reading. I'll get back to that sooner or later. I'm half way through deer butchering, then will go on to small game and fowl. I'd like to read more about other livestock. I can't swear to it, but... depending on where I find, I might be able to keep at least a few chicken, maybe a goat. I just don't think I could get a cow in there, and breeding would be a nightmare. Maybe a steer to feed up, but... that would be a heavy investment in pens and feed and defense. Goats and chickens, being smaller, might be more practical.
Sure, hunting, assuming all goes well, will feed. It's just good to have backups. Goats, as well, can be used as pack animals... making a longer hunt a bit easier. And, perhaps, offering up a sacrifice should an attack occur. Sheep are good meat, but terrible animals to keep if predators exist, and need lots of grazing, more so than cattle I believe. Nope, goats and chickens. The notion of rabbits is okay, but rabbits aren't as healthy as chickens, as a general rule. Losing a batch of rabbits to illness is more common. Probably lose several batches of whatever starting out, and once in a while... foxes and such aren't just smart, they are persistent. Bears, eagles, wolves, badgers, on top of fox, and those on top of weather and health issues. Livestock might not work well at all, perhaps they need too much care and protection for one to offer. Just thoughts. Eggs would be nice, as would fresh milk, even goat milk, for some of the year. Actually, I like goat milk better. More... tangy? Love cow milk, just like goat milk a little bit better. Well, from what I have tasted. Who knows in the longer run.
Maybe some reading. Later.
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Not what I at first thought. I haven't been out in a few days. Not sure when it happened, but spring seems to be heading sharply into summer. It's getting warm out there. Even with the thermo at 66, it is 73 in here. Until I get used to it, that is just plain hot. Opening the windows won't help. It's hotter out there. Though, maybe, opening the windows and firing up the fans, when it becomes cooler outside, might help. Even so, I know it was cool, in here, last night. So it's not going to help much. I'll just have to acclimate. Actually, one of the ways to do that, is to get out in it. When I come home to a cooler than outside cave... well... maybe. I'll be getting out one way or the other. I guess I can hope that works.
I am hoping to get up early enough to work out tomorrow. An appointment I have to make will make that a bit tricky. There is a chance, and I'll be pulling for it. With this heat, though, sleeping is going to be difficult. Maybe the ac will work, and a shower and bath. I keep messing with the grip stengtheners. I think I ought to give a couple days between working those. You'd be amazed at how much just doing those lights up the engine. I am getting close to having the 200 pounder down, at least in the right hand. The left hand is lagging. I pulled out the 250, to get going on it as well. I am sort of surprised how many muscles it really works to use those.
More reading. I can do the fiction, but have sort of burned out on the instruction type reading. I'll get back to that sooner or later. I'm half way through deer butchering, then will go on to small game and fowl. I'd like to read more about other livestock. I can't swear to it, but... depending on where I find, I might be able to keep at least a few chicken, maybe a goat. I just don't think I could get a cow in there, and breeding would be a nightmare. Maybe a steer to feed up, but... that would be a heavy investment in pens and feed and defense. Goats and chickens, being smaller, might be more practical.
Sure, hunting, assuming all goes well, will feed. It's just good to have backups. Goats, as well, can be used as pack animals... making a longer hunt a bit easier. And, perhaps, offering up a sacrifice should an attack occur. Sheep are good meat, but terrible animals to keep if predators exist, and need lots of grazing, more so than cattle I believe. Nope, goats and chickens. The notion of rabbits is okay, but rabbits aren't as healthy as chickens, as a general rule. Losing a batch of rabbits to illness is more common. Probably lose several batches of whatever starting out, and once in a while... foxes and such aren't just smart, they are persistent. Bears, eagles, wolves, badgers, on top of fox, and those on top of weather and health issues. Livestock might not work well at all, perhaps they need too much care and protection for one to offer. Just thoughts. Eggs would be nice, as would fresh milk, even goat milk, for some of the year. Actually, I like goat milk better. More... tangy? Love cow milk, just like goat milk a little bit better. Well, from what I have tasted. Who knows in the longer run.
Maybe some reading. Later.
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