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Three to four hours later, couldn't crash, with the ducks in, a big meal, and a whole round of glucose tabs (10)? Three hours after, for sure, blood sugar is 128. Yes, it was crashing and continuing to collapse. I will have a fatted tea and the slow acting insulin. I just don't quite get it. Small doses, reasonable foods, and yet massive swings. I'll just have to keep an eye on things, use less per dose, perhaps dose more often as needed? I keep two rounds of tabs upstairs, in case I feel it and can't get downstairs.
The blogger update is working on the computer quite well. It was disastrous on the ps4. But the ps4, mostly, was barely functioning. As much from lack of platform updates to structure problems, like ram. Still, it got me through. It looks like a lot of ms 10 problems have been ironed out. I can even keep updates at bay, for a while, and schedule them. At least for up to five days. I wonder if I can kick the can even then?
It was just 72° outside, about 73° in the main, and about 78° here in the front, computer, room. I am handling the higher temps easily enough. For the short periods I have to deal with them. No matter where I put the machine, it will increase the temps a goodly bit. If I put it upstairs, I wouldn't have a true refuge. I haven't been using the refuge, but it could happen. Will happen if heat persists. I may return to knitting, after I complete the sewing tasks, in the refuge. Non-heating activities.
I really would like to work a bit more with sewing. Mostly hand stitching repairs. Pockets on pj's, which I have ideas about how to improve, a new zipper for some jeans, a few tears and seams which have come undone. Even work clothes are good to tend. Then get back to crocheting... perhaps to knitting. I am terrible at those. But... that... that is where everybody starts. I am not special.
Some interesting daydreams. Memories, if convoluted. Better memories, of some of the better times I have had with women. In the best of those times with my favored women. I can be a snot about things, but... I don't have to be. It isn't even the sex. That's just the draw, and one of the binders. It's... the conversations, flirting, sharing... I really do like women. Just a few bad breaks, and one I couldn't remember until my heart got better. Shadows on my heart, mind. Such pleasant daydreams... women.
Good night.
"The blogger update is working on the computer quite well. It was disastrous on the ps4. But the ps4, mostly, was barely functioning. As much from lack of platform updates to structure problems, like ram."
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me that I occasionally amuse myself by wondering if a person from the 1970s, or earlier, would be able to follow a conversation taking place today. I would love to have someone from the past here if only for the perverse pleasure of watching the person's expression as he or she tries to make sense out of what's being said.
I resemble that remark, to be honest. I am asleep, or very close even when technically awake, so often that taking in data, terms, techniques, skills, and the rest, is nearly impossible. Somethings are definitely stored. I was able to figure out how to track my phone in spite of having no idea of terminology or... anything. As well as doing other tech things... with the router.
ReplyDeleteMy real problem is staying awake long enough to figure things out and finish them. As to terminology, and actual technicals, for practicum, I might as well be from the ’70s. I don't know how I do most of what I do, tech. I also won't remember tomorrow. Bleh.