What goes up...

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Several hours after writing about the improvement... after the last post too, I think... something slid south.  Blood sugar was at 150, after my last fatted coffee and dose.  I had one more, without anything and a bowl of buttered popcorn.  Anymore, I am careful with the butter.  It's a fat, needed to get me back to ketosis, but is so calorie laden.  Anyway, I'll test in a bit.  If need be, I'll have another small meal or snack, and a dose.  I won't mess with it unless it goes to 180 or higher.

Remember when I was getting to 150, regularly?  Just not far back?  Right.  That was without insulin.  Then I slipped on candy bars and spaghetti.  At least I know, or think, that with a food logger, some willpower, and consistency, I can probably actually get off insulin.  Actually, I know I can.  It's... a matter of staying well enough, long enough, to track and control.  But I did it, there for a bit.  It's... a start, a hope coming to life.

A migraine set in.  Not the worst I've had.  As well, every part of the body woke and decided each was in pain.  I am a bit overloaded by it.  Aspirin just went down.  I had hoped to avoid it, avoided it for three hours or so, finally gave in.  Neck strain, hands, ribs, innards, back, headache, and a few odd incognizable, inscrutable, pains and aches... just there, but without a means of defining, even describing, or locating.  Ah well, I had a moment of peace.  I will enjoy the memory.

The heart, at least, feels better still.  Not sure, yet, if that is good or bad.  Seriously.  Every time I think something is a good sign, or omen, I... end up paying a hefty bill, fine, or ego hit for my ignorance.  At least ignorance is bliss, right up until it isn't.  Still, all good.  I will deal with this.  Haven't done much yet, think I want to put a load of laundry in, set up dishes, and then rest until I can hit the dishes once, turn the laundry, and take a shower before resetting the dishes.  Bleh.  I think I can. 

I am starting to think... pain is my friend!  A friend I'd rather not need.  Since it seems to help, so be it.  A grace, if my Lord is any indication.  I sure... know how to pick them.  :p  Later.
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Started!  Dishes are set up, laundry is going, and a dose of insulin with a pumpkin seed snack.  Oh, by the way... pumpkin seeds taste nothing like... pumpkin.  :)