Is “goddamned demon” redundant?
Anyhow, woke up this afternoon to a SEVERE attack of the Demon Hunger.
As in, it felt like I had swallowed a black hole. Like there was something in my stomach trying to burrow its way out. A hunger so huge it felt like I could eat the whole damned world and still be clamoring for seconds.
Luckily, now that I am eating, things have settled down to a sub-crisis level. But that was pretty damned hairy there for a while.
Clearly I need to get off my delectable ass and find my needle tips so I can inject some insulin and put this issue to rest for a while
And I’d better do it soon, or I might find out what happens when the insulin thing stops working and I get “stuck” in that state.
I would have to call 911 before I went completely insane.
And just to ward off any judgment, I wouldn’t tell them I was super hungry.
I would just say that my stomach hurt.
It didn’t help when, acting on autopilot as one does in a crisis, I sat there and waited around half an hour in total agony until it was my usual lunch time of 3 pm.
No, YOU have a weird schedule.
Looking back, I am sure I could have forgiven myself for eating ahead of schedule this one time, given the circumstances.
But I was not exactly at my most rational at the time.
More after the break .
A busy Tuesday
By my standards, anyhow.
I have two whole things to do!
First, at 8:45 am, I got Wound Care. Yay, I get to get up at like 8:15 am.
That’s the first appointment slot of the day at the good old CCC. So it literally could not possibly be any earlier.
But meh. I can sleep when I get home.
First, though, I will have an appointment with my GP, Doctor Chao.
I am overdo for one by about a month. I was supposed to see him a month after I got out of the hospital’s hospitality and that was in August and it’s October now, so…
I am just plain not good at this life thing.
If there was a Humane Society for people, I would be removed from my own care due to neglect. There would be viral videos of the heroic rescue all over TikTok.
But sadly, that’s not how the real world works.All I can do is struggle along the best I can given my physical and psychological limitations and pray that will be enough.
Dear Whoever, please keep me from dying of things I can’t do anything about. Please be so kind as to compensate for my inadequacies and lead me to a happier, healthier, and more wholesome life, because I am a really nice guy and don’t deserve to die young just because I am too crazy to look after myself but not crazy enough for someone else to do it for me.
Amen, hallelujah, etc.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.