(For what it’s worth, I’m passing up the opportunity to write a post about the E-bay auction for tin-foil hats for your pet, to protect them from Government Mind Probes. As far as I’m concerned, the Gubmint is welcome to all it can get out of our cats’ minds, and besides, there have been enough cat entries lately. If you need the link, I can email it to you.)

I’ve been doing the massaging of my scars, and the neck stretching exercises. There is improvement happening, but it’s small.

It’s not really enough to offset the bouts of despair I’m feeling, struggling with the feeding, the fatigue and the pains. It’s worse right now, because I didn’t sleep well last night, and that adds an extra level of “tired” to my background fatigue. I’m also behind on calories today, and my stomach is a burbling cauldron at the moment, and I don’t know what I’m going to do about that. It’s frustrating because things were going pretty well until late afternoon. Then one meal of something that usually goes down smoothly knocked everything off the track. (I hate how unpredictable this all is.)

I feel stretched pretty thin. Tomorrow I’ll be calling the folks at UW, because this really isn’t sustainable. I don’t feel confident that they have anything to offer me, but I need help. This isn’t working, not really.

Now I’m going to try having some juice, hope it doesn’t hurt too badly, try to take my evening meds, and get some sleep. Let’s hope I get more rest than last night.