Almost a normal wake.

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I have completely lost my morning, but that was already happening.  Blood sugar is high, at 223, but I expected that.  I was hoping it wasn't higher.  On the good side, with high blood sugar I am comfortable in shorts, a t-shirt, and my house flip-flops.  I was actually too warm to continue sleeping.  It was 55° up there, which is three degrees warmer than usual...  then again, as I sleep into the day, it will be warmer.  The sun.

Tea is brewing.  I'll have to sweep the bathroom again... bumped one of the planters over.  Meh, that one needed replanted and more planter dirt added anyway.  The litter has been cleared, and a timer set to feed the girls.  Two hours after waking, if my schedule is more or less regularly irregular, that is the rule.  It usually keeps them from harassing me or trying to wake me.  Usually.  Yes, they have learned to know about when, and what noises, will wake me, even when I shut the door to keep them out.  Just as smart as any kid, on some things.

A shower, after sweeping.  Oh, and giving laundry a short warm whirl.  Then, perhaps, folding while I wake?  A next load of laundry in, after the shower and dishes set?  Then three hours for waking.  I am feeling better, if a bit shot.  Still,  every few hours, I might be able to claw my way to chores.  A nap later, if needed.  I'll keep trying.

Not a bad recovery from a near disaster.  I way overreacted, with carb tabs, but I was crawling out of both death and sleep.  I didn't have full faculties, and wires got crossed.  And, anyway, I would far rather have it even way too high than even to just 70.  I did the best I could.

If you ever approach death, and understand... or understood... what is happening, you know how powerful the will to escape it is.  Only when terribly damaged, with no forthcoming escape from pain in the foreseeable future, have I attempted to go towards death.  If, as mentioned, I am not good at death.  Fun times!  Later.