A rather good day.

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Aspirin helped. A lot.  It won't handle everything, or always anything fully.  But it softens the blows.  Medicine doesn't help or hurt, at this point.

Breakfast was good.  Eggs fried in ghee, bacon reheated, a tablespoon of salsa... yes I am measuring, a small fatted coffee, and a light dose of insulin.  I went with 8 cc's since I was close enough to 140.  Perhaps I should have gone with 10.  Blood sugar was 119 after two hours.  Not horrible, but 80 ~ 100 would be better.  Though it is far better to go a bit light than too heavy.  Far better.

An hour after that read and I am soaking chia and flax, with walnuts and pumpkin seeds this time... if half those latter than before.  I don't mind a very large chia and flax mix, but nuts and cream... the high calorie parts... have to be cut.  I will do about 6 cc's of insulin with this.  It is an experiment.  It is the volume which suggests using insulin.

A shower after.  Dishes have been getting worked.  After a shower, bedding and one load of laundry.  When that goes in the dryer, it will be bedtime.  Early.  Push, hurry, go!
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Beautiful.  Slid it to 91 with a 123 weekly, a 143 biweekly and monthly average?  Really?  There are 35 samples for the last seven days, which means about five readings a day.  As well, 69 for biweekly and 170 monthly reads.  I think the biweekly and monthly are the same because of crashes and jumps, still... irregular.  Careful, reasoned, deliberate steps.  Heart medicine as well.  Truly a wonderful program.  I think this is just shy of the two month mark.  A year from now, if I can keep up, this will be done.

It helps not feeling like an animal caught in a painful death trap.  If only I could cash it in for more... life... f... father.  Not that the pain has stopped, I am just... used to it?  Yes.  Dishes are ongoing.  A shower, change of bedding, more dishes set, all other laundry back but no laundry started tonight, a fatted tea, and then to bed.  It's already way late.  Ugh.  Moving so slowly.

Later.