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Hunger had seemed to leave. It hit two or three times yesterday, mildly. Today it is hitting me often, like a solid punch to the gut. Blood sugar just read 145. I can gladly suffer for that trend of result. I am pretty sure, if I can get it into the 80 to 120 range, I can learn to medicate with food. Check every few hours or when something is off. I've become clean from diabetes at least twice before, which means keeping A1C's well within the normal range for a year, usually more as docs hate surrendering a diagnosis, even the ones on your side. Doubting damn Thomas'.
Trash! Almost forgot. It was 4:38 before I got to it. Done, and cleared the reefer of some yuck. Nothing else, so far. A nap would be good. I just can't sleep. It was chill, more rain as well. It was around 32 F. Even with the house at 72, after going out, it's as if it's 66 in here. That wet spring chill is frigid in the way deep winter can't quite compare.
I should be able to do some more work tonight. Probably. Please? Later.
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