Oh, heavens, sleep is grand!

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I made it to 22:00 and change before waking.  I could have waken fully at that time.  As I was playing bladder paddy whack I decided against that theme.  Back to bed, hard.  Easy.  Half after 2:00 and again my eyes fluttered.  It's been a while since I woke in the dark.  Beautiful.  There is something about waking in a room that doesn't immediately flood the senses.

My medicine has been, at best sporadically being taken.  Blood pressure is a little elevated but blood sugar is down to 129!  That is the lowest I have seen it in... two years?  Essentially without the shots for the last week.  Yeah, they don't know.  I think the insulin headed it down.  But daily dosing will become a problem.  Dosing before carbs might still be a good plan, to prevent spikes, but I'll have to check on that.  Some things just don't add up.  As I said, I think I have diabetes because my heart simply isn't sharing enough blood to all my organs, and things get hairy in there.  As my heart improves, and with just a bit of attention for the spikes, that should be good.  Daily doses will, again, drive my blood sugar to below sixty and I am simply not always able to be aware enough to see that coming and prevent it.  As I have said, a below 60 blood sugar is the closest thing I have seen to death since the last time I died.  I have a nose for these things these days.  Prefer not to go there.  Still, seeing my doc so we will discuss this.

My fear from personal experience is greater than my trust in his knowledge... too many doctors have suggested the wrong things too many times, based on "science".  Still, I like him enough to trust to tell him and work out a plan rather than just using him for medicines and figuring it out solo.  A vast improvement.  I do the same with my heart docs, if a little more gingerly and sparingly for them.  Honesty is paying dividends, but then it has been earned on their part.  I'll give them that.  And I have been trying to play my part, so long as any doctor order is seen as a "try everything on your plate, if you can't, we renegotiate", not a strict do or die thing.  Simply, I won't allow myself too close to death or medicinal crippling.

I will probably do a quick hot rinse of the dishes rinsing, take a shower, and put the last few dishes to soak, pull the load of laundry out of the dryer and mess with those, then see if the headlamp and a lantern provides enough light to tinker with the grill.  Okay, maybe not in that order but somewhere along those lines.  I almost had a breakfast.  Instead, a pot of coffee went on.  It seems that I can have either water or black coffee.  Neither is all that appealing but being that those are my choices I choose a rich, strong, coffee. 

Ah, but a touch of music to light the fires... Oh, and a cup of joe.  Later.