About that time.

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After going without insulin, with a fatted coffee, blood sugar went up to 132.  Not bad, but I didn't like that. So a fatted tea and a minor dose.  Two hours after that meal and blood sugar is 126.  That is it for the night.  I expect a high fasting blood sugar.  I just do.  The body is being weird.

Prayers, dreams, cum nightmares?  Sometimes.  Amen.

How many times?  I wonder how many still think I am dead?

Wasn't made for these things, none of my kind were.

I will lead those who will follow.  I think we can only know God through, and through service to, His children.  Angel, giant, else.  The price of admission.  A portion.  If death may be all gained?  Maybe.  Good night.