A rather rough end to the day.

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The heart, she is being funky.  Hurts.  It makes sense.  In recovery, I have lost track of medicine.  Don't shoot the messenger.  I do my best, but when I am doing good to get out of bed, stumble someplace to sit, and sit... doing other things just don't happen.  The girls and ducks have been being fed, watered, and generally tended.  I have been eating.  Always something, though, falling through the cracks.

I am on it.  At least medicine is set up.  It's not like I have to set it up.  I have three weeks of medicine set up.  Yes, I... forgot insulin too.  I realized that, first, without realizing I had lost track of heart medicine.  Then again, I first got on a candy kick, then went to pasta.  I have been having spaghetti a lot lately.  I am finished, flushed that through.  Blood sugar got up to ~550, that I saw.  I started taking insulin for a bit, got it to ~250 in a few days, but then... veered port, hard, again.  I'll... I'm... on it.

When it goes bad, it goes all bad, I guess.  No intention.  The spaghetti was just easy food, and I was almost in a form of shock... so clear thinking wasn't happening.

On the good side, the new glucometer arrived.  I... was feeling bad, that no one had contacted me.  Then I remembered... they can't!  I know, it seems odd that someone would not remember they didn't have a functioning phone, but that is the way of it.  I best get things arranged.  I have the medicine beside me, now.  Actually, I put it where I can't miss it, and will keep it there.  As I get better, it should become easier to remember.  But, I'm not sure I'll get much better without medicine?

The weather has leveled.  It is hotter upstairs.  It has been as warm as 74, while I sleep.  Yet I have been able to easily sleep in that heat.  I guess my tolerance is much better.  Actually, I still feel a bit cool, sometimes cold, at what used to be way too hot for sleep to even happen.  I still have the mats set out with the extra blankets from the cold spell, and still need them.  Bleh.  Yeah, back to meds.

Good night... uhrm, day too.