Just can't get to it.

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Tired.  And everything hurts.  Titrating to my dose, about half way there if plans continue.  Actually a third of the way, but the last portion is the easiest.  Blood sugar is odd.  It has been in the two hundreds, 220 fasting today.  I have been dosing up, but cautiously.  This isn't diet.  It is organs reacting to potent meds.  Too much insulin at just the wrong time and death would be easy.

As is, my dose dropped blood sugar to 114.  I really have to be careful.  A normal dose, 8 cc's, with a second meal.  In an hour I will test, and have a fatted coffee, with or without a final dose.  I was unsure whether to dose again, after that, or not.  I was beginning to think my sweetener had been sabotaged.  Nope.  And I am eating right, so it's just the body acting up even more than usual.

Ducks are fed and watered.  Raised quite a squawk when I stepped out.  At 10° F, their water was nearly frozen through.  I like to catch it with some liquid, as this time, it makes it easier to empty and wash out a bit.  They were pleased as punch.  After them, the cats got fed.  I am feeding the girls much less, but it is paying off.  Sassy can now get the spot that troubled her.  And she just looks better.  She will never be skinny, but she doesn't have to be rotund.  I'd love her anyway, but that would be on me.

I asked Vox, Populi not the lib Cali thing, if I could comment again.  I've been reading nearly daily.  I offered no promises but suggested my life, intent, has changed.  Mostly it would be to ask questions.  Sources for topics, or specific information questions, as opposed to rhetorical questions or other non-question questions.  It seems that is acceptable.  I don't always agree, but he and the ilk are... valuable.  I sometimes consider myself Guts to his Griffith, from Berserk.  Not always a pleasant notion, perhaps incorrect.  If true, a fated thing?  When I remember, I'll add his link.  But... which section?


Falling.  So tired.  Later or good night.