A bit more.

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Not much work, some little non-listed chores.  But the waking cycle was stretched.  There is a cost.  Then again, I am in a phase in which there is no easy way out.  It will hurt, a lot, no matter what I do.  Sleep acts as a mild temporary pain reliever but my ribs and other parts end up suffering for it.  Being awake means suffering those pains, perhaps developing or exacerbating aches and pains from excessive sleep or previous work.

I still struggle to be awake and further to work.  The plans are as yesterday.  A shower, shave, laundry, dishes, trash and recycling, and work in the bedroom.  I did thaw meat, so eating shouldn't be difficult.  Some meat, some chia cereal mix, and fatted coffee make for a lightly balanced meal menu.  A few veggies wouldn't hurt.

Odd.  If I do a lot of work, or stretch my day, more if both, the aches and pains fade quickly after waking.  They don't ever completely go away, and sometimes one or another doesn't fade at all.  Still, the majority do pass if I push.  Uhrm, unless I far overdo things... not always then is suffering exacerbated, just usually... or sometimes?  Better to push, if that costs consciously and 'visibly' in the now.  What stays today is neck tension and the mild headache that goes with it.  Aspirin.

Fasting blood sugar is once again below 200.  At 178 it is still high.  Something about excessive sleep has been playing havoc with the numbers.  Raising them whether food is consumed and or insulin is thus administered or not while awake.  I have been eating keto, too, exclusively.  It just doesn't matter.  The way sleep used to lower blood sugar was when I would sleep for whole days or even weeks.  Yes, I did.  I am not ill enough anymore.  These fast short cycles somehow raise my blood sugar.  Still, with an attempt to focus food and insulin, and taking some mild risks, the numbers are improving.

Well... on to waking, then to work.  Towels, a shower, and then dishes and trash/bagging, I believe.  I'll figure the rest out after.  Oh, a dream.  Funny, to me.  I'm not even sure about sharing the punchline.  You can't handle the truth.  Maybe.  Later.