Funk lifting

I slept for two days, eating only four regular-sized meals of salted broiled pork steaks and microwaved russet potatoes with Blue Bonnet margarine and salt. Water from the engaged, faucet-mounted, and overdue-for-replacement filter cartridge. My funk was such that even when I felt good, I felt in a funk. The diet is to deal with the headaches from eating - some mystery allergy or additive? Headaches, full-body funk, don't wanna get up but can't get comfortable lying down on either side or my back... dry nostril unpickable because of pressure zit inside... blow hard into tissue but everything's hard and dry and won't budge and there's no hot water to take a shower.

Then the funk lifts... the low grade fever sweats retreat for hours at a time... the methadone is finicky this week even though I religiously take it at the same time every day - 2:00 am. I am on weekly priviledges because I haven't tainted my maintenace with illegal substances five years running now. So I seek to subdue the daily dosing as a ritual by taking it at 2:00 and returning to sleep till around 5, when I get up for real and hit the cappucino and broiled pork etc first daily meal... Coffee and MSNBC streams of the previous day's Maddow and Olbermann...

My day... oh well... my thoughts... trying to objectively monitor what I learned long ago is my subjective self-awareness of progressing with my thinking through the funk of the slow detox I am waging and will wage at 2mg per month reduction till I get to a baseline dose to deal with the neurapathy issues that are permanent by virtue of physical, not mental, stasis. Diving into the deep blue dialectic of faith versus the rational and scientific... trying to tread water in the face of the public, accepted, half-thought rhetoric that falsly pits science against religion.... that says the Big Bang tries to explain creation when it really only seeks to illuminate the relevant facts of the earliest possible physical events for which there is proof. The nagging stupidity of those who posit, "what happened a second before that?"... like saying that the highest number possible can always be added to.... and then saying that God was there before Creation, or there is no quantity greater than God. At times like that it seems God is just a pencil-in for questions we think we cannot otherwise answer... especially when it is the wrong question for which we have no clue... but for bloody and repressive deluded ages, we have insisted that physical laws of nature can be summarily violated without the aid of devices... that more relevant than the cataloguing and understanding of the phenomena that surrounds us, we should prefer to commune with a designer of that phenomena, somehow manlike, who violates the very essence of the workings of his design at will because any man's business is universally importanmt enough to do so. A Creator so adept at transcending and plasticizing the solid Reality he has created yet incapeable of understanding the gross injustice of denying an essential awareness of his existence to every man, or living conscious organism for that matter, under his control.