Up for a bit.

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I think I finally slept a full cycle.  Hopefully this means I can be awake for a fuller day.  To 16:00 if a sixteen hour day can be had.  I have been rabbit cycling.  Six to eight hours down and awake.  It complicates things.  Fasting blood sugar was 180.  Totally unsatisfactory.  Won't do.

Her method just won't work.  Letting it run to even 150 may be too high.  While it is true that I can't chase fasting blood sugar with fast acting insulin, not keeping a tight rein leads to a terrible reading.  Yes, 180 fasting is terrible.  Especially since it had been into the 130s before allowing her to add input.

I waited four hours to begin breakfast.  A fatted coffee as I write, bacon just reheated, crisped.  And the pan for the eggs heated.  Oh, and a small remainder of chia, flax, and sugar-free strawberry preserves reheated with tea.  Actually, eggs are on, bacon is done, and, ding.  Breakfast!  And a healthy dose of insulin.

A wonderful breakfast.  A blood draw in several hours, a final meal several hours after.  Impossible to intermittent fast until I obtain a regular schedule and an ability to understand time.  I suppose it isn't bad for someone mostly in the grave.  I do what I can, and when.

A shower and shave before long.  Laundry is all dry, so perhaps dealing with that.  I missed a day of medicine because sleep has been so intense.  I become confused when I wake and sleep multiple times a day, more so over multiple days.  The minds ability to handle time passage becomes broken, as do other sorts of psychic functions.

I think... she enjoyed my tale.  I know I enjoyed her tail?  At least in her mind.