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Exhausted, if I could only sleep just eight hours. I will take both humbly, if easily in sucess. I do not claim ownership of these sucesses, handing them and the wisdom which has brought me to this point to Another. It isn't my native will to live which dragged me here. It was His call, and an artificial, initially, transplantation of His will to life, which got me over my failing there. It has taken root, and remains, if never quite mine. A spiritual, or soul, transplant? I think so.
What is this joyous blather concerning? Well, let me tell you. My resting blood sugar is 96. I was hoping that would rise. While that is good, it was not altogether unexpected. I considered that it might jump to the 130's. It does as it will, to some extent. What did amaze, startle, please, were the other readings. Into my fourth day of fasting, second day of taking medication correctly, my blood pressure is 118/86, pulse 87. Wow. I... haven't seen that in... I don't know? Since the Navy? That was my regular then, give or take. Oh, and weighing in at 251.4.
Yes, people, you can. Easy? No. Doable. If I can, weakened, with minimal will power, limited facilities, older, and dead and back three times, at least? It is your choice. I did have failures. Potassium drain could have killed me. I strongly advise medical followups. Let them check your blood and brush your rock and roll hair. Let them advise, but not control. They are a white collar union, and only make money if you are sick. Make them your employee, not boss. Then? Then do what it takes.
It feels like a hangover. Tired, thirsty, bleary-eyed, if no headache. I rarely get headaches though. I'll take the cost for the prices charged, as an old friend might have suggested. I even hit the jars already. They needed another soapy soak, last night. I ran out of time and energy for beyond that. They have been rinsed and set to air dry, plus the dishes in the rack have been put away. The garden watering items have arrived and may be put to use yet tonight. The boxes they arrived in have been broken down.
Oh what a day, what a lovely day! Later.
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