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Human again: doublejab-reaction has passed, blood sugar normal. Moderate frustration as yesterday was the first beautiful day in awhile and I couldn't run while today has returned to the blergh-rain and I have to run lest my blood sugar go batshit for another week and piss off my endo more than he's already going to be on Wednesday. Such is life.

Had to say farewell (at least until a fix is in or my stupidity is confirmed) to the writing app that felt like home. Back to Obsidian for awhile. Spent part of the morning writing an email to makers of said app, hopefully will know more soon. Love Obsidian, but I do miss the spatial thinking and being able to move text around on a canvas.

Speaking of farewells: wrapped up the final season of GOLIATH. I'll miss every one of those characters - but at least each got a more-than-satisfying sendoff.

Rest of the morning spent coming up with a script/thumbnails for an upcoming guest lecture. Script deadline Tuesday, guest appearance Thursday. Writing how I'm creating it while I'm creating it for a presentation. Starting to make sense, somewhat. Dog-child sustenance then back to work.

Six days of conelife remain.

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Right deltoid agony** continues, a few chills, a bit of a headache, but, so far, response to mix-n-match Pfizer COVID booster + flu shot has been much better than that of my J&J Probably won't get in the day's run as that was what triggered my "feeling like I got hit by a train / feeling like a metal ball bat against a metal pole sounds" J& J response. Such is the T1D life: a perpetual weighing of decisions based in the balance of short and long-term consequential thinking.

Worth noting here that, technically, I'm not "immuno-compromised" but rather – well, I don't quite know the word. I tend to think of my immune system as acting akin to those missions in GTA V when Michael and Trevor smoke Barry's weed and go on hallucinatory alien/clown-blasting trips, the jabs being the weed and the immune response the clown/alien blasting trips but eventually the trip ends and my immune system returns to its state of elevated perpetual vigilance.

(I'd much prefer much immune system take Franklin's response to Barry's weed but, hey – at least the guy who gave me the jabs was a combo of Mister Rogers and Alan Alda in MASH so that was amusing.)

In other news, wrapped up the first season of WHAT IF...? and all I want now is a Guardians of the Multiverse film / series – though the lack of Chadwick Boseman will be... yeah.

Immuno-jab/weed-trip continues; the day awaits.

** I say right deltoid because, thanks my to CGM being in my left arm and that I’m left-handed, I opted to get both jabs in the right arm, on either side of my deltoid: the CGM can, if provoked (read: touched, clutched, clawed, slammed), result in no uncertain agony and, since I can’t remove said CGM until its fortnight’s up (without having to buy a new one and fuck up my schedule), I didn’t want to chance the deltoid agony extending down into the flabby part of my tricep where the CGM lives.