Bedtime will be early.

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I am staying up to do a two, then three hour blood sugar check.  I took a larger dose, thinking supper would be larger.  The corn might counter that almost on it's own.  Otherwise I could only eat a thigh and an half and a glass of milk.  I was so sure I would eat more.  The body just can't.

I am so exhausted just from making super, vision  is narrowing again.  It had expanded to two thirds my field of view, but has been cut to half, and may be shrinking still.  I... will not make it to the three hour mark.  I don't think the two hour mark is possible.  I will take the glucometer, and a box of carb tabs, up with me.  I will probably wake well enough to check it sometime, and my ability to sense an insulin drop should kick in.  If not, I guess I get to die!  -  No such luck.

I'll put the chicken up.  It was tasty.  Don't wish to waste.  Brush the teeth, put the ducks up, and feed the cats.  Ugh.  Freezing fever is returning.  I best get blanketed.  Good night.