Imploding simultaneously.

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That was last night's post-storm sky. I got a few shots, but I couldn't really do much with it; have my BG go through the floor to 60 wiped me out for the night. I'm already off the meds, but this is still happening, and I have no idea how long it will take to get my system clear of them. Meanwhile, my insulin production is still in hyperdrive (I mean, even more than usual for a life-long hypoglycemic), and the muscle contractures are worsening. 

It's getting hard to cope with all of these things imploding simultaneously. I'm used to dealing with constant pain; constant fatigue and insomnia from the pain, too. But this is impairing my ability to function in really basic ways, and I don't have the time for it, going into the fall business season. I also don't have the money for a rheumatologist, or the time and physical ability to travel out of town for appointments anyway (no, there isn't one here).

I spent last night too wiped out by it even to cry.

I've got to bring in more sales, and I've got to find a way to create more ours in the day to get stuff done. This morning we had to go in to the dentist for Wings's ongoing issues with the earlier work (part of it broke), and there will be a lot of follow-ups between now and the time it's done. I have to go to the doctor next week myself, and that will be a cash appointment. None of that includes the pain therapy appointments, which I haven't even had a chance to reschedule. And I just feel like death all the time.

As I mentioned yesterday, most likely, I will soon have a fundraising post up on behalf of someone very important to us (maybe tonight or tomorrow). We'll be giving, and I'm going to be asking everyone else to give, too, and to share it with your networks. It's for Wings's son, who is working hard at making a go of his own business, but who needs to be able to invest in the single most essential component of it, and the price tag is, of course, out of reach. This is what keeps a roof over his head in a place very far away, and we need to help him do that.

Meanwhile, Wings is still cranking out new inventory when he can. The last in his gemstone bead Elementals series posted last Sunday, here (and you do want to click through each entry and see the other angles). Three nights ago, I posted his four brand-new pieces, one cuff and three rings (one of which is already sold), here. And he's got a whole host of other pieces in the works. But he's suddenly having to be much more mindful of what he creates, given the crisis-level spike in silver prices.

As I said earlier, we just learned that both silver suppliers in this state have more than tripled their silver prices (for some types of silver, much more), which has left me pretty badly shaken. And it's across the board; even small things, like findings and earring wires and backs, have gone way, way up. He's got enough for now to do what he needs to do, but nothing's going to change anytime soon, given that the justifications for it will be "supply-chain issues," "fuel prices," "war in Ukraine," and "inflation"; these prices are here for the foreseeable future. It's going to put a lot of Native smiths and jewelers completely out of business, and to make sure that Wings does not become one of them, I have GOT to make some sales. That's especially true with the holidays coming; these silver spikes are going to make this fall a crisis point for a lot of jewelers. Unfortunately, I'm being hobbled by everything else, not least of which is this flare that is making the progression in my illness much worse: numbness, contractures, crippling pain, another side effect that has forced me to discontinue my lupus meds entirely (dangerously low BG, and now I'm getting the muscle-contracture effects of doing without it). I'm going to need help to do this. All the links are here:

• Sales here; 
• Testimonials here; 
• Amazon wishlist here (priority is first and foremost, the other ladder; also sheets, especially replacing the navy ones that are falling apart now);
• Patreon here;
• Ko-fi here.

We're still hoping to put aside enough for a new well when the ground thaws enough to drill in the spring, too, Nah, we've given up on the well. No one's available to drill before late next year at the earliest, and this year's tax burden means we would never be able to afford it anyway. But it's even more of a good time to make a purchase, because Uncle Sam is a vindictive colonizer, and my current stress levels about paying it all are off the charts. And there's lots of fabulous work, so please share all of the links. 

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