Thursday, June 27, 2019

Rough, tough, mean.

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Awake twelve hours and it feels like days.  Eyes burn, the innards feel like someone removed them, blended them, then poured them back in.  Kidneys don't hurt as much, perhaps just in comparison?  Toast.  Blood sugar is being goofy, high.  I am going to hold the fiber supplement until I can stabilize blood sugar, then test.  Something is wrong.

No work.  I will fill out the form,set it for easy retrieval, then text about where to find it.  Then I have to crash.  I am really going down hard, but it has nothing to do with blood sugar dropping.  And it isn't that high.  It may be that summer has finally hit.  It is getting into the eighties.  It might go to the nineties.  It is about that time.

Perhaps a shower before bed.  It will cool me off, and short hair dries almost immediately.  Good morning, day, and night.

As I have heard and told.  Not complete either way... a reasonable start.

Take it or leave it.  As with all advice, it is at least worth what you paid for it.

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