No nap, no more work.

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I tried.  Too warm.  I laid in there for a while.  Prayed while I was at it.  Couldn't sleep.  Blood sugar worried me.  Not that it would go down again, that it would go up.  Needn't have worried.  An hour after each previous reading it went... from 59 to 159, 140, 128, 123, and finally two hours later to 117.  No more food or insulin.  I... just had a feeling it would be better not to dose, even at 159.  Not after the drop.

What I don't understand is why my blood sugar, at say 117 after hours... what was that, 1 + 1 + 1 + 2 = 5 hours, possibly 6 with rollover... of not eating, with blood sugar low, and fasting through the night... I definitely don't 'sleep eat'... does blood sugar spike while I sleep?  I really don't get that.  Especially very carefully eating keto and now watching calories?  For that matter, why are my feet swelling?  I have become cautious with salt, don't eat sugar, and my heart is supposed to be better.  I am beginning to wonder if the echocardiogram was a fraud.  I am drinking a lot less, a gallon a day from two to four, and taking five 40 mg furosemide tabs.  And still there is enough swelling to begin opening an ancient scar on my ankle.

I did pull the barrels back.  It was just trash today.  Oh well.  I should shut the ducks back up.  They were done with the outdoors a few hours ago.  I just... wanted to give them more time.  Their water trough was cleaned, but needs to be filled.  And their food needs to go in with them.  All good.

I will attempt to sleep when it is cool enough to open things back up.  Last I checked it was in the low eighties.  I have definitely worked.  Lungs still feel burning, ribs are a bit sore.  Ten minutes on my feet and my back screams at me.  And my eyes are burning for sleep that just won't happen.  All good.  I... earned it.  I prayed to earn it.  I wanted more.  God said no.

Later, or good night.