Wowza.

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I'm not pushing, I'm just... pushing.  It isn't intentional, I guess, is what I am suggesting.  Kamikaze?  Geronimo?  Aye.  But a natural thing.  My body does it, not my will.  Something to consider.  Can kill the flesh, not this.  I was awake until after 15:00.  How far beyond?  Some... and change.  I went in and hit hard.  I woke a few times.  So full of water.  Socks, the pills, and elevated legs help, but I'll have to take it a bit easier in the next few days.  To that end I have set up my bedroom to that end in minor ways.

I still plan to do laundry tonight.  Folding, washing, drying, and on.  Smaller loads.  Perhaps three or four which I would normally do as two loads.  It is simply too much to have that many clothes to fold all at once.  The mind overloads, or mine does.  That, a shower, and washing several pair of socks.  I will use corn starch on my feet for now, but will be going back to gold bond stuff, and maybe see what else they have.  That really does cut the itch, and dries the feet well.  Both terribly desired.  Corn starch does dry, it just doesn't do anything for the itch.

Walking through the kitchen, even in a zombie state from having done so much, been awake so long, stretched everything of mind and body... I still smile.  I can see the counters, most of them sparkling.  I can see 70 to 80 percent of the table, mostly clean.  I can see a clean sink... if it isn't functioning yet.  The trash has been removed and is being kept up, as are the dishes.  A pleased smile, even though exhausted, by mostly asleep lips, mind, and heart.  It's good.

Tired of not having anything to play music, not externally... I finally broke down and bought a shelf stereo.  I haven't put it up yet, it arrived shortly before I went to bed.  It isn't everything I want, though, perhaps, some of the new-fangled will be a blessing.  No external out for headsets, bluetooth.  I guess this one is lighted.  I just hope I can turn that down or off.  Hmm... I ought to see about hacking it, cutting the power to the lights.  That "shouldn't" affect the rest of the system.  Light power shouldn't be integrated into anything else... if these modernist bastards are attempting to make shit too stupid to be tinkered with.  I'll bet someone else out there has already tinkered that way.  You have to be, mostly, young and dumb to like blinky flashy all the time.  The more blinky flashy, the less thinking required.  Turning into goldfish... or less.

I am attempting to heat my hands.  To that end, for the moment, olive oil and rubber gloves... not the heavy dish and chemical-proof kind, just the medical sort.  I used them as I slept, changed them when I woke.  Not sure this is the way.  Doesn't seem to be helping.  I really think I burned them, then doubly cursed them washing in such brutally hot water.  Between the two, I believe I have a combination of burned and terribly dehydrated skin.  I may have to look at other, more serious, treatments.  No, no doctors.  They just sell crap that has never worked.  I still remember letting the V.A. docs attempt to treat some... itches... in private places and the feet.  Six months, a dozen ointments, even a biopsy... which indicated it was bacterial rather than virus.  Six months, four of them with a derm specialist.  You know what?  An off the shelf fungal spray got rid of it in two weeks.  Don't even bother with doctors unless you break a bone, and make sure it isn't one who really doesn't know how to set it.  If you are poor, they will bring a noob in, sedate you, and let them play... having both the "student" and you pay for malpractice.  Yum!  Just... don't.  No, I'll figure it out myself.  Bureaucrats, these days, nothing more.  Overpaid.  Hate me?  Yeah, well, show me where I am wrong.  Proof is in the pudding.  Hmm... perhaps warming tallow or other fats and soaking my hands in a just warm, or even cool but liquid, form of that... and cotton or silk gloves?  These medic gloves just... too hot, not breathing, not so good.  After dishes tonight, I won't be washing or cooking for about three days.  I can work on them in various ways.  Oh, and cooler shower for both feet and hands, for a while... along with no more drying harsh soap.  Bleh.

Ah, right, fasting blood sugar was 146 and one hour after eating and the current blood sugar is... 220?  No, something is off.  Either the other supper was somehow far too high, because all of my foods are time tested and low glycemic... or the olive oil and glove treatment is throwing things.  I'll wash my hand thoroughly and retest in 15.  Though... I suppose... it could be.  If so, quite disappointing.  I'll... have to change some plans if it reads the same.

Well... a bit of a break, digesting dinner.  Then dishes, laundry, and a shower.  These will be the last dishes, of all, for a while.  Nice.  So very nice.  I'll update blood sugar in about 15 minutes on this post.  Otherwise later.

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Yeah... blood sugar is 211, meaning it really did spike.  I'll have to... test some things.  I'll check in an hour to see how quickly it drops.  Glad I did a pre-meal test or I'd be wondering if it was a spike of no known origin.  Definitely the food.  Either brought in dinner part or greek yogurt creme fraiche after some aging, but I don't think the latter.  It wasn't a problem before, but maybe aging does something.  I didn't have that much of the other dinner, perhaps the corn chips?  I've had those before too, if perhaps not this brand, with no trouble.  Hmm...  I'll do another test in an hour, posting results here.  At least I'll know if it drops quickly.

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That's just crazy.  Two hours after dinner blood sugar spiked more, to 246.  I can't eat food unless I know what is in it now.  I just can't.  I'm going to take a nap... or just go to bed for the night.