Typing now something like slapping at the phone with a stack of fried eggs. But had to assert continued presence despite continued facial losses. Ready for turnaround any time now.
Astounding friends chipped in and bought me my own kindle. Blown away. Can’t handle pages right now, but kindle still working out.
Tired. Every night a thousand years long with repeated wakeups, wanting to rollover but being unable, sensations of heat and rushing and tingling. Easier to sleep days, but nights still keep showing up.