So, I'm of the mind to get around to test myself for diabetes (it runs in the family) and to see about my aching limbs (Arthritis suspected).  Of course that screws up.  Coming through to the ringing alarm through a sheet of sweat and the lingering image of being stuck in a conference crowd and having unknown people jabbing injection needles into my back, feeling the cold metal enter my spine. I come through, back hurting as feck from the same old pain, and my head throbbing.
No doctor call today. Maybe tomorrow.  Maybe.


Well, time booked, still feeling crap, no time until Feburary.  Shite.