Oct 22

 Gout is back. Energy has slumped harder. And to cap it off, pretty sure the sleep apnea has been biting harder of late too - waking up groggy and headache ridden.

Super.

I am back to taking a steady dose of ibuprofen to keep the worst of the gout away, which helps somewhat. It is as ever worst overnight, sometimes it even peaks mid nighttime and then improves a little by the time I wake up.

I had a burger a couple of days ago, and, I haven't been eating anything cherry based of late. I find that to be a pretty thin excuse for why I've had a gout flare up. Hum ho. I suppose I need to tell the doc again.

Low energy, exhastion, dodgy foot, no Poppy to need attention, I am finding I have lapsed back into being comatose for much of the day. Probably more evidence I function better with a dog, even if I am not going out much. They forcibly break sleep and rest patterns. I have to engage with a happy bundle of fur. At the cost of some energy expenditure.

I am also once again finding myself withdrawing heavily from interacting with anyone. I don't want to see or talk to anyone. Just want to be alone. Get on with it. It sounds very dramatic, but it really isn't, just wile away my days in a slow decline. I am not being morbid or miserable. I just want no chaos. Zero hassle. Zero need to put on a mask. All those things require energy. Which is in short supply.

The wheel will probably turn and I will become sociable again. But you have to say. I am increasingly anti social. This seems to be another consequence of no dogs. Perhaps the bit of my brain that is social dies in the face of no oxygen. Gets used to living in a vacuum.

Anyway.

I have been here and there, low energy, whilst sitting up in bed, working on getting my filigree kinda stuff done for my cloisonne kit. It is fiddly. And time consuming. But there is a bit of satisfaction with it. And you do start to pick up a better technique with it. The wire ( or more accurately ribbon ) isn't 100% straight forwards and you get issues at small scale that you always do with such things ( if you've ever tried freehand bending a piece of metal ( or anything ) over a very small distance you'll know it becomes increasingly hard to control versus bending something over a long distance )

Sticking the wire down, paint by numbers style

The wire in question

Really I want to see what the next bit is like. Filling it all in. Because I want to go off piste and do it all myself. 

Nearly there.

The kit is pretty damn cool. I'd recommend them to anyone who wants to do a bit of laid out for you crafting. It's surprising they have taken this long to be a thing given how low tech and simple they are. They feel like they belong to a pre computer age.

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