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The right amounts of food and insulin. As... well as possible. With three to six major sleep cycle revisions in the last few weeks, weather crushing me or lending me impossible flight, and all the stumbles and bumps else, as a sparrow caught out in a hurricane, all I can do is survive. Doing things rightly, exactly, isn't possible. But I can give it as good of a shot as possible.
That said, and again, food and insulin have been going in rightly. Even so, diabetes has been high. Since I was eating rightly, I REFUSED to take extra insulin, not much. Anyway, I sort of quit the keto the last few days. Taking extra insulin when eating carbs, if I have a mostly hard cap to extra. Taking more and insulin will hurt the skin near the injection site. It isn't all that much more, either.
After yesterday, my worst eating day in the series, I was sure to wake up with blood sugar in the three or four, instead of the now usual mid two, hundreds. Imagine my surprise to see it below two hundred, if only by nine, in the first time for weeks? At least a month, maybe two. I guess I really do have to go plumb off the reservation once in a while!?!
Today? Hoping to find a few numbers and make a few calls. As well, let the ducks out, perhaps shovel out their hutch, and wash it out each of the next few days... just with the garden hose, and at least begin staking out and measuring the clothesline run. I would like to have the posts support three runs of about fifty feet, outdoors, and have one, mostly removable, run the length of upstairs... upstairs, of course? *eyebrow action* as well, I may attempt to dig the holes, or start on that. I won't get far. This ground is hard, stoney, and clay all at impossibly once. Help... is on the way. Probably.
Well, that is outside. Inside, I want to finish the dishes, put meat to thaw, hit the bathroom... more, vacuum and get the vacuum upstairs. Making a shopping list, to include baking soda for the carpet. I could sprinkle diatomacious earth right now. It will have a few days to do what it does, if there is nothing visible. But, are dust mites and else even visible?
All today? Well, as much as possible. It was 63° upstairs, 66° downstairs... now 68° at 8:42, and 55° outside on the second sunny day running. Perhaps breakfast. A few eggs as an omelette, cheese omelette. The pork is finito. If that is a word or not? Hmm, I do have chives and avocado. Yeah, I best thaw meat. Later.
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