Monday, August 17, 2020

Some moments are extreme.

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From the yesterday, early, until after the nap and sleep, then awake a while longer, something was terribly wrong.  Deathly wrong?  I think there was potential.  If I had doubts.  It was bad enough that such was a possibility.  The neck arteries hurt, the heart hurt, exhaustion was so serious that taking a drink of tea was difficult, there remained a headache aspirin wouldn't touch, aches, and pains.

Dehydration wasn't all of it, but it was a part of it.  Since waking, I have consumed about half a gallon of tea.  Not an irregular amount, if perhaps a little faster than usual.  That has helped.  It isn't all that was wrong, so not everything was fixed.  Or, I simply need more.  I checked blood sugar to make sure that wasn't a problem.

I checked blood sugar before bedtime, too.  It had been 113 at bedtime.  It was 92 upon waking, if I don't think that was fasting blood sugar.  I'll check at eight, it will definitely be fasting plus then.  Still, good numbers.  As long as that last isn't continuing to fall.  It doesn't feel like it though.  I want to eat, though!  Oh well.  I will probably just close up down here, go on up and nap a bit longer... after a bit more tea... then wake in time to let the ducks out.

I am hoping to make a few phone calls today.  As well, get back in touch with the V.A.  I am late with some things, I need to set them back up, see were some paperwork is... get going with that.  As well, I have dishes, laundry, a bathroom, and a kitchen to clear and clean.  Lots and lots of things to do, on many fronts.  Ugh.

I might even begin surveying lumber, to see if putting the duck tractor together is possible as is.  There is some hardware needed, but if that can be minimized it is possible to get that together before long.  As well, some early morning, I'd like to begin putting hardware up for the clothes line.  Some of it, for the main sections.  I really like the whole idea.  It's probably enough clothes line for a family of twelve, but...  it's how I do, when I can do.

Later.

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