Waking a bit past noon.

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Sleep must have been a doozie.  Not by the title.  That would have been reasonable, at least to have done once, but even all three times, if I had done it all three times, let alone once.  Wought?  And a fair question.  Hold on, I just woke at a quarter to noon, and am shifting my own understandings.

Right.  Anyway.  I kept waking, then checking the time.  All I could ever remember was that it always read ten to twenty five after lunch.  Never could remember what the last time was supposed to have read, which makes sense now.  Not a crazy thing if definitely an odd experience.  Three times I dreamed I woke after noon.  Imagine my confusion when that clock read 11:44 as I was actually out of bed.  Or, am I?  I ended checking it three times, then my other alarm, my wristwatch, the clock in the living room, the fast ones in the kitchens...  I just wanted... an explanation, and definition of time.  I felt so confused about it.  All good finally, mostly.  Odd how even little dreams can throw me.  Rare, but surely.

BP right out is rather low, at 102/77 with an 87 pulse.  The pulse is unusually high, especially for the bp, unless that is the new trade-off.  Blood sugar was monstrous, at 178.  I need to dose, so a fatted tea or coffee, plus 26 cc's.  Then a check three hours after consumption.  The fever remains.  It is slight, sometimes normalizing, sometimes tipping int slight chills.  Very odd numbers and symptoms.  From floor sleeping, sun poisoning, something else?  I just don't know.

It won't be a perfect fast, but it will do.  As I mentioned, more sacrificial, due to the extra suffering of just a taste... best to fast or eat, this mixing of the two is the devils' deserts.  Wait... never mind.  Later.

Then again, I wasn't told the truth from the start.  Such is life.