I can't seem to shake it.

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Quit?  No.  Realize I am, for the moment, licked and alone?  That is simply facing reality. The torso seems a bit better.  But it has been replaced with the makings of a migraine. No matter, if I can work I will.  I am absolutely freezing, too.  Life gets tough.  Not much to do about it.  I have to figure things out.

Blood sugar is 84 waking from a nap.  It usually goes up through sleep, had been 148 a bit before sleep.  Average is 122 weekly.  I am in all sorts of trouble.  I am not exactly sure what to do.  Later.