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Blogger.com has been on the fritz for a while. They removed the entry I posted Wednesday, and wouldn't let me publish on Thursday. Finally, they're back up and running again.
It was too much trouble to get out of bed and write down my dreams while they were still fresh on my mind. I kept trying to go back to sleep to get more rest, and that effort was all it took for my memores to lose precedence over my current health concerns.
The weird thing is that my health concerns have diminished considerably in the last couple of days. My tongue is still sore, but it's more concentrated to what was the center of a larger area. My lips are less swollen. It's a matter of time, I suppose, and perhaps my old friends recommendation of taking a bunch of vitamin B for a few days. She said it would turn my pee orange, and that excited me, but not yet. That might go to show I need it bad.
We're getting real Spring weather now. The temperatures are not too hot nor too cold. When I go to bed I can only cover my body with a sheet, but by the early morning i need to pull my trusty ol' comforter over me. It's trusty now, still, but it won't be trusty long. I've had it a long time now. It's getting ragged around the edges. I know people who would have thrown it away a long time ago, but I live alone. Nobody knows.
There was smoke in my kitchen when I went downstairs to get a second cup of coffee. Once again I left the stove on from cooking hash browns and eggs. It's a wonder the grease didn't catch on fire and burn my house down. It's not the first time nor will it be the last. It's not so much that I forget to turn the burner off when I'm done. I just get caught up with wot's sot before me in the scheme of things.
The kitchen stove I use came from my mother's house after she died. I got practical stuff while my siblings waxed sentimental. It was not in great shape when I brought it over here, but it was much better than the hot plate I was using. The controls are kind of screwed up. The oven works, but the digital control panel is hit or miss.
The burners on top of the stove had burned out except for one small one, and the knob that turned it on and off got burned off in one of my early fires. I was reduced to using a small pair of lock-joint pliers to operate it, and even then could not turn it down to low heat.
A couple of days ago I switched two burners out and to my surprise it worked, and I have one of the larger burners to use now, and the knob that controls it is fully operational. I oughta know. That's the burner I left on and almost burned up the skillet. It's the only skillet I have left now. I burned the other ones up.
My diet has changed drastically since I began stuffing my gut with probiotic capsules. I've been eating about thirty billion friendly bacteria a day for a few weeks now. Moreover, I've been feeding them with inulin and honey. Presently, I aim to get the friendly bacteria happy with their new environment, and then just eat only what I need to feed them. They should do what needs to be done no matter what I eat. I'm still not eating so much meat. Meat requires the unfriendly bacteria to digest it. Who needs that?
Maybe I ought to cop a better attitude, but I don't think balancing the gut bacteria in my body is going to cure the rheumatoid arthritis. It may, however, reduce my need for some of the prescription drugs. If through my diet I am is able to bring that about, it won't be because I expect to get any cooperation from the doctors up at Duke.
To them, in my morbid opinion, the work they do for the VA Hospital next door is pro bono work to get the government checks to pay off their student loans. That, plus the advantage of the government providing them with throwaway veteran's bodies to experiment on. It's a harsh reality. The name Josep Mengele comes to mind.
It's not unusual for me to put on my noise-canceling headphones for several hours a day now. Often, to literally use them to avoid obnoxious noises in my environment. I do, through no fault of my own or my family's, live next door to the local airport. They use eminent domain to take more and more of my family's farm land to expand this airport.
For the most part I wear the headphones to employ the Gnaural meditation software. The default theta sequence runs for 74 minutes per session, and I have taken to using it at least twice a day, if not three or four sessions a day. I seem convinced my use of it is making me consciously aware of my dreamtime. Both daydreaming and my dreaming at night also.
There seems to be a phenomena I have to get used to in order to perceive it for what it is. The careactors that show up in my dreamtime don't recognize my astral body as a continuing presence in their affairs. It only happens in the immediacy of our interaction, and even then at my initiative. Also, in that state of being, lucid or not, I have to get used to the possibility that I have no emotional investment in what occurs in the dreamtime, but only upon waking do I react emotionally to the content of the dream.
I keep writing about this phenomena in order to find a more satisfying description of what's wot. Sometime I write stuff down that I don't consciously know that I got going on the back burner. As I claim in the header above, I'm just trying to use words to capture drifting thoughts. Occasionally, if that happens, I can recognize a deeper understanding of how things are really going down on the uptake.
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