Cold, nap of naps, hot, ugh.

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I stayed awake until after 10:00, nearing 11:00.  I was cold though, even with socks and all.  I could not warm up so I could not wake up.  Not quite shivering, just on this edge of it, if finding staying awake impossible.  I finally crashed so very hard.  And slept, waking at least once for a pitstop.  Sore, still, but mildly.  I may take anacin.  Not no much for the body as the headache.  It isn't terribly, it is piercing.  I never know if painkillers will do a thing for it, simply worth the risk sometimes.

A neo-fasting blood sugar was 180.  I know what the lower number was.  Exercise.  If I can get keto, intermittent fasting, and walking... then weights... down?  I'll have whatever blood sugar I want.  I am beginning to suspect the reason doctors don't advocate this line of efforts is because most people can't do it.  No willpower whatsoever.  So, rather than deal with patients as individuals, they dumb it all down for easier application.  As well, as I still believe, whether they know it or not, they were indoctrinated to our destruction.  They were meant to make us pillpoppers and believers in that next pill.  A new religion of the medial industrial complex.  If I can get this close, and you won't even try, given the givens... I'd be cautious about judgments.  I'll bet, as much as people eat out?  My food alone costs less.  If it shaves medicine and doctor visits out in the end?  Then it has saved me a fortune.  Oh, but insurance, you say?  Do you think insurance covers the true costs of poor choices to you, to the economy, to your family, in personal, social, and business ways?  Choose.

Oh, but no worries.  There are some people who really are... toast.  That isn't who I am talking about.  Although... they consider me toast.  But, then, I'd like to think we have established that, in some odd way, I am a bit different.  Innit?  Hmm?  Yes.  How, why?  If you have no faith you cannot know.  For there is nothing that would bridge those gaps.  Not just shouldn't be, couldn't be... not without something else.  So many today suggest that some things are unworldly.  In time, even for the damned, they will talk about things being worldly in the same way, just flipped.  You will, in time, understand.  You probably do, you just don't want to see.

Wonderful though.  I have worked quite well, done much.  Stock, today?  Maybe, maybe not.  Maybe some, maybe none.  Medicine I will set up, and shortly.  A shower, I am hoping.  Maybe a bit of cleaning, maybe not.  I am not pushing today.  I do need some rest, ease.  I pushed, then got trapped into really pushing.  Too much work, too long, as fast as I could, and it still wasn't enough.  So, today, rest as I need or want it.  If I get to this or that, all good.  I just won't worry.  Later.  Oh, but some classified rock?  Or would that be rocked classics?  Anywho... never say I do not warn.








Yes, Vivaldi is a favored.  Not alone, though as rare as applied, he gets *cough* picked on *cough* more than others.  I hope this doesn't cause him to spin in his grave.  If so, I'll just ease his soul by suggesting few of his contemporaries are even remembered today.  So to not only be remembered, but employed yet, and by the young, rash, and fast?  A glory for few.  Be at rest, old friend.