It is the sucradrops.

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Not their fault, just the way of it.  After the last read, I had a quart of tea sweetened with a very few drops from a freshly opened container of the generally better brand.  Blood sugar is 204 at a 41 point rise.  I doubt if I drank half the quart.  Most likely, over time, I have become susceptible to it.  As I have with all sweeteners.

On the good side, as blood sugar is generally dropping and the heart isn't back dumping blood into the lungs as much, my thirst has diminished so there is less need for the water pill.  I still drink between a gallon and an half and two gallons a day.  At this altitude and reduced humidity, given my size, it's not excessive.  Without being able to sweeten tea, I will probably have to cut more.  Tea, and water even more, cause my throat to close after a certain volume, half my current consumption?  Close.

I don't know if this is the only problem.  It is a start.  Why it kicked up the storm just recently is anybodies guess.  It is going to be difficult to surrender sweetener, but nothing has been easy.  Tobacco was downright brutal, carbs and drink have been easier, this?  I am hoping it will be just like those, slightly complicated but doable.

I do have other sweeteners, for occasional food use.  They are far less sweet and don't cause problems.  Something about heating sweeteners also means they cause fewer problems.  Yes, I have suspected, seen troubles brewing on this front before.  It would come and go.  Now it looks like the problem has become permanent?  That is how I am taking it.

The neighbor, who has been mowing, fractured his leg.  I thought I had more time to get to mowing due to that, but he was right on it.  He mowed yesterday.  I don't think he'll be doing that soon again.  I'll take over, should do their yard too.  The rumbling and bouncing hurt too much.  While he was backing the mower in, listening to his mp3, he didn't see me go out.  So... I started barking, like a big dog.  *Woof!  Woof, woof!*  Got him!  He was sure it was a real big dog, turned very cautiously.  Why so serious?  Life is good.  Later.