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Blood sugar is still pulling left... high, wrong, bad, that is. Again it started out at about 176, then after a lighter dose and fatted coffee plus several hours, it pushed to 196 again. After a bit more to eat, and a larger dose, it is down to 140. I plan on another, last, meal and another dose, possibly two more doses.
Last night I finally decided I had had enough. The cot, you see, has finally become too uncomfortable. It is made to handle nearly two hundred over my weight. However, I am... dense. Well overweight, but at 280 with a 38" waist and 52"~54" chest, it doesn't look (quite) as bad as it sounds. On the odd side, it means I more cut into the cot than am distributed over the whole thing.
I suspected the floor would end up being more comfortable. Still, I constructed the underlay with care, to include a powerful pillow under my lower calves. Elevated legs, docs asked for it, that has become a sleep thing since my first attempt at sleeping on the floor. Anyway, I wasn't too sure after settling in.
It ended being a much better sleep. I have aches, but fewer of them, milder pains, and in new spots. I suspect these will pass. It was far easier to roll. I probably didn't roll as often as I wanted, but I am not used to the allowance. Rolling on the cot was expensive, consumed too much energy, was difficult, and could be painful. As I get used to the freedom, I will use it. Getting up off the floor wasn't too bad, either. Oh, and I think Sam enjoyed it a lot more too. If, as is typical with women, she kept stealing MY BLANKETS! Human, feline, on some matters there is no difference!
Meds are going down well. A bit tired. More tired? No, if not exactly perky. If the sun is out, I'll open up. After a nap. I have trimmed the whiskers, now to shower and shave. I have been brushing my teeth again since starting medicine again. Cycles. Still a month off with nine or more months on at two to four times a day is far better than several times a week or even month. Heart medicine, when all was set, and while I can keep on it, really has allowed improvements.
Lunch then a nap? Sounds like a plan. Later.
Oh, pshaw! Sam wasn't stealing your blankets...she wanted to play!
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