Dream a little dream... of dinner?

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Dinner?  I don't remember which meal, or snack, whole meal or single food... all I do remember is waking with an overflow of salivation.  Drooling.  It was the amount of fluid flowing that woke me.  Impressive.  Well, that and a hunger that has grown since. A fatted tea, as soon as the fresh spot of it is finished brewing.

Blood sugar is better, at 151 fasting and the average finally back down to 132 for the week.  When blood sugar, for any reason, is high... with more insulin on hand, I hit it hard, often.  I am not having to be stingy.  And... that is working.  Partial fasting wasn't helping, nor the smaller doses.  With it where it is at, a 15 to 20 cc dose is reasonable.  My physical size simply requires more.  Bp is off because I missed meds last night.

No, I don't like insulin.  But in my recent condition it is the only thing that offers some control.  If I get back to a better place, fasting may be brought back to bear.  My arms have increased another quarter inch in girth.  I definitely have an unusual growth ability, especially at my age.  If that might be a bit of a problem by itself.  Going from 14 1/2" to 15 3/4" in a week from a few hours of work and play?  And, yes, the measurements are spot on.

Dishes... I need to hit those some time today.  Perhaps put a single load of laundry through.  And a shower would be good.  The dishes will take two hits, and a rinse.  Oh, the post!  I have a package in!  I... lost track.  For now, the ducks will be put out, then cats fed.  I am only giving out two thirds of a can, saving some back for Sassy, as a later snack.  I am trying to get her to lose weight.  The trouble is, when they fatten, like people, getting it off is murder.  Later.