Another nap?

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That is the goal, but things haven't been working as planned and hoped lately. Prayers are nice but... then again that isn't why I pray.  Still, no choice. I must sleep.  If I can just nap, maybe I can do workday stuff.  If not next week.

While I was winding down it seemed like a good time to check blood sugar... 174.  That is down 75 to a 100 points in less than two weeks of daily fasting (eating only within a six hour window per 24 hours).  I might have gone without eating for two days in there, due to fog, but no more.  And, yes, I ate, well, today.  Now to drop that last 75 and keep it at 100.  Docs have said that they want it down to 80. Never.  I nearly pass out at 69, I fear coma. Docs are... either murderous or stupid a little too often for my trust.


Not in his time, or as I might have it, but I will... walk again.  Born to it.

Nap time, I hope.  Later.