I keep hoping for a better day.

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Everything is cranky.  Lots of places are sore.  I am tired, weary, and falter quickly.  Even so, I haven't given up.  I keep trying to find means of getting past the problems.  Naps, if I can't get going... More food, or better food and at the right times... medicine and insulin... and consciously trying to keep chores and projects in the mind.

The sun is out, if there seems to be a darkness.  I was down late and up late.  I was hoping the nap would have helped.  Then again maybe it did.  If I can't push to work bu 11:00, a nap will be had.  I will have a fatted tea shortly, and a dose.  Blood sugar was 152 fasting.  After yesterday I am afraid to to go light.  Though that may have had something to do with the drink, or additives, over time.

I keep thinking the stairs will get easier, or getting up off the floor will become simpler. Actually life is almost too easy sometimes.  It is like being superhuman, all imagined save flying.  Then weeks and months go by when standing to shave or brushing teeth is a painful chore.  At least I am not sleeping for weeks or months at a time anymore.  While life has improved it doesn't seem like it, because now I remember downtimes.

So tired.  I best let the ducks out.  Hmm... actually I'll do that after a probable nap, alternate their outings.  I will check their food and water though.  After the coffee and meds, I will decide about the nap.  As is, my eyes are nearly crossing.  I am sleepy.  You would think caffeine would help.  Later.