Well? Nothing doing, again.

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Mostly.  I did get the trash out, and to the curb.  And the recycling out to the bin.  So... there was that.  And I woke early to do it.  After that?  I couldn't get to much.  I did eat, so it wasn't that.  Medicine went in, of both sorts.  Blood sugar got down to 80.  I had a meal, two, and a fatted coffee.  As I go to bed, if before slow acting, blood sugar is up to 170?  Stupid... &()&)(_@%#!  Gah!

Oh, something I have been snacking on, almost to excess... definitely to excess... has been pork rinds of various sorts and flavors.  WAY too much.  It is a fantastic keto snack.  It is tasty, and generally I am finding 0 carb types.  However, it is akin to eating pumice stone.  What do I mean?  Well... it... rubs wrongly in all the worst places.  As chilis which go down okay, but come out rough?  Right.  Right!  Oh my word, eat in excess with caution.  Just... saying.

No, haven't touched the candy.  Won't.  Having that stuff around IS dangerous.  Still, if I don't have it in advance, I won't get it at the end of the month.  Actually, the 31st falls on a Saturday, so... I would be paid that Friday?  Maybe.  Hard to tell, the way things have been going lately.  Better to have, and not worry.  Plus, if I eat one, I'll... eat many.  Addictions...  Same with booze, if I could still drink that is.

Yes, I tried a mixer about four to six months ago.  It... didn't do a thing for me.  So... I tried a MIXER.  Nada, nothing, zip, zilch.  I had about twelve to fourteen shots, total, in... say... two quarts... with filler... sweetened tea... keto sweetener.  It was like I was tone deaf to the hooch... vodka.  I wasn't feeling the best though, so went on to bed.  Woke with a hell of a hangover.  Never even got the tiniest of buzzes.  Well, that is that for that... Odd thing is, I can't taste sugar so much either.  And, yet, candy bars sort of taste good... but it's a chemical reaction, not a flavor.  Compared to my keto sweetener, sugar is quite weak.  No, it is the carb reaction, not the sweats, that is the draw.

I had hoped to receive bedding.  I couldn't find pure cotton percale flat sheets.  I have been searching since before the pandemic took over.  I have found, finally, what is claimed to be 100% cotton flannel flat sheets.  They won't work for medical, but... might do well enough otherwise.  Though, who knows.  Perhaps they are slathered in chemicals, from start to finish?  Who really knows these days.  Still, it's a start.  If I like them, I'll get more.  I want one for an under sheet, one for a top sheet.  Four would get used up rather quickly.

Yeah... so many things to try to get in store.  I'm telling you, October may be the beginning of a new rough patch.  Why?  Just... I am not telling anyone else what to do.  I am only telling you that I am trying to stock up for a bit longer, a bit better.  I need to figure out how to get in for confession, try to get to Mass more frequently, and... just... be ready.  I have my own... sights... but others seem to be... seeing... suspecting.  

Ducks and girls are set.  I should hit litter before bedtime.  Perhaps feed them a final time?  Perhaps eat, take slow and fast acting... if lower doses even then... and... I don't know.  I may even try to force myself to get dishes, at least enough to get a shower.  I really need a shower!  Ugh.  Late, but... I've... got to force it through.  I have to... or try...  If I fail, insomnia... I know this.  Gotta try.  Later.  Or good night.