Long cold nap.

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Earlier in the day, I prayed my brother or mother would call.  I had forgotten my phone upstairs.  When I went up to nap, my mother had called... and right about the time I had prayed?  Give or take a very short time.  Who says prayers aren't ever answered.  Then again, it is my birthday.  I had totally forgotten.  I roughly thought it had passed days ago.  Oh well.  Still, the call counts.  I think she then got my brother to send a text.  So... I have two of the most important missing contacts back.

I told here about my ability to tolerate heat.  She didn't seem all that impressed, but... okay.  For her, 80° is nothing.  It's what she prefers.  For me, that was murder.  Until this year, 73° or higher was beyond my comfort zone.  I could get better at tolerating it, but I was never comfortable.  At that temp, I used to sweat, need to find refuge, try to sleep through the day, or just misery through the day.  Now, even 83° isn't too bad.  If working in heat, or at least direct sun, will absolutely waste me.

I couldn't do much.  Had to nap.  It was between 68° and 70° up there, but I was freezing!  I added every blanket available, snuggled in well, and pressed the edges under me, so as to seal air.  Still pretty cold.  I slept for four or five hours.  Needed it.  Need more, or feel the need, but can't do it.  I wondered if blood sugar had dropped.  Nope, or... not much.  With a fatted coffee and 8 cc's of fast acting, I hit a blood sugar of 120 after the nap.

Actually?  I think it is my pulse that is causing me to be cool.  I've had lower blood sugar and lower blood pressure in the summer, but my pulse used to always run between 90 and 110.  Running between 70 and 80 now, I think that is what the difference is.  It is the only thing different.  Now, why that is lower?  On the same medication I have been on for a very long time?  Good question.  The answers aren't pleasant.

It was only 75° up front.  It has been, typically, 78° to 81° up here, with or without me.  Something strange is beginning.  Oh, my mother, today, on here own, began to believe fall is coming.  We tied, same day, same notion.  She says they need rain.  I told here I'd put a plug in for it, there and here.  Oh, I asked if they got rain that last time I prayed.  They did, at least an inch.  All good.  As mentioned, it isn't my doing.  I just put in the prayer chit.  God does God.

Gotta eat something.  Hungry.  Actually hungry.  I only have one cream for the week, so I don't want to have more than one fatted drink.  As mentioned, I am thinking of fried beef crumble and diced tomato, then served with a healthy dose of cheese melted on top.  No pasta, but... that's fine.  I keep trying other things, but almost all options are fresh, and required both rather frequent shopping and processing... sometimes immediately after shopping, sometimes right before use, sometimes both.  I'm not up to that.  Or, a few more burgers.  I can have a bun, without too much trouble, especially if I put two patties on it.  That would sure be easier.  Later.