Sleep was good.

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I did get some things going last night, a load or two of laundry, dishes (some of which I promptly dirtied making a meal), even got a shower in.  Things were great.  I was pleased I had made it through the pains.  I was nearly drunk with celebration... until I realized I was merely at the half way mark.  First thing, I broke into a literal cold sweat.  Seems an unlikely thing to do with the thermostat set to 62, but did it I did.  Then a headache hit me like a tidal wave.  Just stress induced, so it only lasted a few hours.  I kept telling myself that I wouldn't force myself to bleed for a couple of weeks, maybe a month.  It didn't help much, but...  I am feeling a bit better this morning.

Blood pressure is 176/117 and blood sugar is about 256.  Yeah, whatever.  I'm still not sure why blood sugar rose so high so fast.  Dietetically it doesn't make sense.  It really must be kidneys or liver just not working right.  I did refill my medicine set, and actually a second smaller one.  Having an extra loaded set covers for if I am unable to refill right when I need to do that.  It happens.

Oh, fine.  I'll just enjoy whatever time I have until I am ready to double the dose.  I'll get to work on things, continue to monitor my stats, and work on what I am able to do.  In a day or two I will recover from this understanding and my mood will pick up.  Then I will begin getting set for fighting, again, for my health.  I might even hit cheery and find some bravado before going back into the smelter and under the hammer again.  Hey, those things exist for a reason.  I just don't want to be long in the tooth all the way up to that time, but for today and for a few more days, I doubt if I am going to be able to do much about it.

Still, I'm over the harshness of that initial shock of realization.  Now I'll just grumble for a bit.  Later.