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The warmer it gets, the later my day. Eventually I am going to trip right into the day heat for having no choice. Still, for now, as a cat clinging to the very last of the very end of the brand of night, my days are what they are. I do not fuss. Being "retired" means not having to run an exact schedule, or one based on fruitfulness. Then again, the reason for my retirement is because I have been deemed useless. A broken toy. I've tried both sides of amending that. Broken is broken and alive is alive, neither are mine to alter. So... nights it is!
Blood test first thing. Blood sugar is at 139, a new low. Again. Oh, but don't think I am taking that lightly. That is getting to the point where, probably next Monday, I will attempt to make an appointment with a doctor. JUST for monitoring diabetes. I need no other care and want no other "care". I had cleared up diabetes before. Docs said it wasn't possible back then. Obviously they are ignoramuses, liars, or thieves. At some point, with their level of education, the difference seems to become blurred. As a client, at some point, ignoring it makes me a part of the problem. Sure, there is something to letting them brush your rock-n-roll hair... but not if it's killing you.
From now on, as long as these test strips work, I will begin testing at both the one and two hour mark after meals. I really want to seen when the blood sugar spikes, how much, and when it begins to fall. I might even do a three hour test. I really want to know what is going on. When the high spike is at or before the one hour mark I may begin to throttle testing back to that. Though I may test three hours, or fours hours, after... if awake... to... see some things. Now that I'm on to something, I am curious how it works.
Oh, what? I have no idea. I literally just crawled out of bed. I doubt if my spelling cap is on. My thinking cap... Oh... was sitting on it. And the windows were open, so it's nasty hot in here... The trick is to let as much cool in, then close the windows before it gets hotter outside than in. I... thought I'd wake in time, didn't. So... from now on, windows shut as I go to bed. That's not the best, but it is the best that I can do.
Later.
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