Beaten and battered.

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Down around midnight thirty, couldn't sleep before.  Slept well if not for  long, waking at 6:30 and small change.  I feel as if more sleep would have been good, my body disagrees.  Both body and mind have veto power.  My spirit does too, if it rarely joins the fray even as a tie breaker.  While my mind, or will?, wants more sleep, it's not enough for an attempt at an override.

My innards no longer spasm, or feel like they are being stabbed, they are sore, feeling bruised... when you can feel bruises as they are.  Blood sugar is up to 181, fasting.  I am holding off on coffee so as not to skew my bp reading and holding off on bp until medicine has had a chance to work.  I still think lowering bp has as much to do with the mind as medicine, if it takes both.  Though coffee jolts it all.  Half a pot today.

Today?  The load of laundry in, plus the last load... whites.  More, if light work, in the kitchen and bathroom.  I am in trouble, but I can't just stop.  The Boss will be by, probably, to finish the coop.  That shouldn't be too difficult.  I'll also set the sprinkler for the front lawn.  Mostly a slow easy day.  I am sore, tired, feeling very off.  I have pushed, then been pulled, a bit too far.  Won't be done until Saturday.  Fasting from Friday on to Monday and relaxing is the weekend goal.

Yeah.  Rough.  And it isn't over.  Have a great day.  Even though I will be grinding my teeth to make it, I am going to have a wonderful day if it kills me.  Later.