Four days in a row.

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Meals, one on each on the last four days.  Probably six or more like seven meals in the last three weeks total, including those.  Half full meals, half rather small meals.  From an egg, potato, and burger scramble to an oyster stew last night.  I went from 217 to 221 in that time.  Though blood sugar went from 106 to about 90 average over that time?  Yes.  Strange, but okay.  Blood sugar had been trending up, but I had only been testing it when trying new, potentially higher carb, foods.  So I decided to do a month steady, daily check, review.  It is steadily coming down, probably averaging about 90, fasting draw.

I had planned to get out yesterday.  While showering my legs nearly gave way.  Showering in the walk-in bath, I had a place to finish while sitting.  Sometimes those... sensations... pass.  Not this time.  So I had to call it off.  Then return to bed.  I was up later, had the stew, tea, and water, before returning to bed.  Couldn't stand, had difficulty breathing, was weak everywhere and completely, all at once.

An interesting dream.

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Not from this morning, from yesterday evening... or last night when that was more the afternoon or earlier evening?  Something like that.

My vehicle was stolen.  So one I name as friend helped by lending a vehicle, a large truck.  Some issues with it, just things I needed to sort, understand.  He cleared me on it's operations.

A second coffee, then gaming.

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Mother asked that I speak with her before I return to bed.  I had intended to do so.  I ended staying up what I thought was too late, so went on to bed.  But the food, or coffee, got to me.  Requiring me to return downstairs.  She called me on the way. 

Just wanted to know if, on my next trip to town, if she could tag along.  Sure, with caveats.  I won't wait hours for her, anywhere.  If she wants to shop?  Sure.  I'll drop her while I do whatever I need to do, expecting her to be done pretty much when I am ready to go.  No negotiating.  Or she'll have to find her own way home, again.  Zero tolerance for some things there days.

Up, for a bit.

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Sleep was heavy today.  I had hoped for more.  I had hoped to check on the appointments earlier in the day.  That wasn't done until nearly 15:00.  Only one appointment checked, if I found out later that I couldn't have checked the orher.  The business isn't open on Mondays.

Sleep, mostly.  Waking, reading, vids, from time to time.  The idea of getting up was there, the ability to do so was not.  As I have said, once I familiarized myself with the fundamental limits of my illnesses, I have... become comfortable in them.  I can, sometimes, push beyond the limits.  For short, sometimes long, stretches.

Better late than never.

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I called one of my two upcoming appointments.  I had feared a conflict.  Thankfully I was incorrect.  I now know, with certainty, the day and date of one.  I still need the other.  I just can't wake, to get out of bed, to check the other.  I don't have their number easily available either.  Ugh.

Exhausted.  In spite of sleeping so much.  I feel more like a butterfly on a cork board, pinned with a needle, after having been nearly put out in a killing jar first.  Neither did the job, but neither can I do much to resist.  Perhaps hope I was a rarity in the collection?

Food, coffee, a shower.

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Trimmed, shaved, brushed my teeth, and generally cleaned up.  Remembered meds.  Got in more water.  Have the various water jugs filled, the carafe and reservoir as well.  Reset my bed, if it needs more.  What was done tonight is what I could do.

I checked the trash and recycling, when about to take them to the curb.  They were strangely nearly empty.  So I didn't bother with them.

Fried eggs and canned corned beef hash.

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Not the healthiest.  Satisfying.  It's been a while since I ate a fuller meal, so... okay.   I need to get the trash and recycling to the curb.  Perhaps get a shower taken.  Brush my teeth, but a half hour after I finish the last of my meal, the fatted coffee.  Nearly done.

I tried the trick, with the reverse osmosis machine.  But saw that it was nearly finished, so manually ended the process.  Which was higher of a precipitate number that I prefer, if not beyond the pale.  And, sometimes, it lowers a bit during the process.  I saw it drop one point, as a fact, right before I switched it off.  Still... was slightly annoyed and it was nearly finished.  Still, would have liked to have seen if it would click off on it's own, before the count got into bad territory.

Still sleeping.

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I did wake for a short bit early in the morning.  A fatted coffee and something to eat.  Nothing fancy, not much, just something as opposed to nothing.  Not even honestly hungry, more a sense that eating might be a good thing.  As well, more water.

Only awake for the time it took to prepare the food, make the coffee, clear up a bit after, and run a few batches of water through the reverse osmosis machine.  I did figure a way to prevent overflow, if after purchasing trays to catch that.

Very warm.

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Up to a high of 81 today.  One degree below that, as I write.  While that seems warm, as cool as night, thus the ground, gets and somewhat stays at night, down to at least 47 last night (though I have seen 41, not sure about last night, if not yesterday night), the environment remains cooler than what 81 would usually indicate.

Mom went... somewhere... earlier today.  While gone, I was able to stumble down, brush my teeth, take a shower, and put on fresh pj's.  More needed than I had thought.  Not always the case, rarely actually.  This was one of those times.  The Lord knows I am terribly grateful for the technologies which allow for showers.  And those times when I can employ them.

Finally, food.

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Mother has seen me go without food for days, weeks.  And, yet, she still doesn't believe.  I must assume this is why she can't be Christian.  She watches, as time passes, while I sleep for days.  Waking for rare needs, mostly water.  Again, she refuses to believe what she senses.  I can't make the blind see.  I can, sometimes, show them.  But they have to want to see, hear, know.

Scrambled eggs, a fatted coffee, and more water.  Plenty, and then some.  How long has it been?  A week, two?  I can never be certain while resting and dreaming so deeply.  I doubt if she knows, with certainty.  Days pass for her in a haze, only slightly less foggy than mine in my travels.