Up. Almost on time, just need to wake.

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We will see.  I can feel a bit tired when I wake and still go on to a successful day.  An hour or two to wake, minimum, is my usual as well (if that has generally, with the rest, been improving lately).  Stats have been taken, medicines went down.  Weight is coming back down a few pounds a day, bp is staying on the very low end.  It is lower than it was before the trial medicines.  Diabetes hasn't changed.  Actually, after over a week of the new diabetes medicine, I am one point higher, never having gone lower, often going up to a hundred points higher.  Yes, I am adding a cc per day.  I'm starting to wonder about it.

Oddly, the little work projects I have been doing are tightening me up.  Not quite as well as swimming but certainly better than nothing.  That also might be the simple reason I needed a day off.  If my body needs time to repair and I am not giving it that time it will take it.  Just as my mind, should I have to do hard things but not want to or not be getting to it fast enough will take over and shove "me" in a closet, my body will as well.  I really am just a renter, or another and minor tenant in this mound of flesh.  None of us play well with each other.  I really am just the narrator.  I still wonder if it is as the Lakota man suggested, as he choked out a warning, due to my mixed blood.  Being Lakota, Navajo, Spaniard, and French, he thought with having that many enemies in my blood I should get to a medicine man posthaste.  He was serious, should have seen the look on his face.  He was worried.  He suggested my blood would tear itself apart.  I actually did visit a Navajo medicine man once, as a lark.  Like you would visit a fortune teller.  He read for my friends but called me a trickster and would not even talk to me when my turn came up, not for any amount of money, he actually fled.  He said I was a trickster before turning heel in a hurry.  He left and when I tried to follow his body guard blocked my way, my size plus and not with a happy face.  Yeah, all true, if to just part of the story.

 Today?  As soon as I can wake and muster, the kitchen plumbing will get it's dues, then the other bathroom water lines, then whatever else progresses from there.  I do feel good.  Just a bit more tired than general of late.  I really have felt great for the last few weeks at least.  And, if this is an off day, and I could and did wake at a regular time, plus if I get to a few things today...  I will be "winning", but in the real way.  Can't lose if you play the game straight even if you don't exactly, or perfectly, succeed.  It's only when you can't even get to the craps table of life.  Yeah, you are going to lose.  You will decline, you will fail, you will sin, you will die.  But that isn't all, or even most of it.  It isn't even the end, regardless of your faith or lack thereof.  I really want to get back into the game.  This isn't it, it is just on the path, baby steps.  Look at it this way, I wore diapers for years and had to be spoon fed everything, and that is after I was forced to not be a sucker for food.  :p

Later.