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She's been around for a while. Still dreaming of love? Revenge?
Saturday, June 27, 2020
Not much if more than nothing.
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It is staying rather warm rather late. I keep staying up almost by accident, hoping to feel natural cooling. I do believe I need to relax that, go upstairs earlier, cool off with the ac, and try to sleep earlier... say, right after the soft glow of dusk fades. Or even as dusk begins so that the dark of night lends to sleepiness.
I haven't been eating well or regularly. Today will be no better. I have to figure something out. For today it will be food, but not the best food for me. I haven't been able to keep up. I eat what I have that I can tolerate. I overcooked the last roast. I ate what I could, paid a price for it. Far too dry.
I will have to pull out actual recipe books. While never super, youtube had some use. At this point, they are considered mostly hostile and generally inaccessible. Back to book reading. With all that is happening, even kindle is considered hostile, so can't be trusted. Banning books to appease the mob or endear dark political powers from the Clintons, to China, Russia, etc. I still wonder how many kindle books have been, or have been contemplated to be, removed, altered, banned, without many even knowing?
Keto bread, pasta, and tortilla replacements are top. But gravies and sauces, keto, are fairly high priorities. Preferably foods that could be done in batches, that could be frozen, even for a few months, parcelled for meal or week portions. Then, as the kitchen gets cleared and cleaned, doing a batch or three every other or third week. If you have decent sauces and breads, the rest is easier.
Oh, a replacement for the spike... to help dig the post hole... and other things... was found and purchased... vicariously if literally. If I can get going today, I would like to do a bit more with the digging. I started watering last night... actually the night before. The ducks are out, the cats have been fed, and I will hit litter shortly. I got it last night, but they never stop. I'd like to get some food going too, shortly. As well, a trim then shower.
I set up dishes. I am only using the kitchen sink anymore, and hope to keep on dishes so that it stays that way. I will have to use the tub for the dehydrator baskets, and maybe the larger 24 quart stock pots, on the rare occasion I use those. I'll find the broom and dustpan, and sweep before showering. Ugh. Probably. Later.
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It is staying rather warm rather late. I keep staying up almost by accident, hoping to feel natural cooling. I do believe I need to relax that, go upstairs earlier, cool off with the ac, and try to sleep earlier... say, right after the soft glow of dusk fades. Or even as dusk begins so that the dark of night lends to sleepiness.
I haven't been eating well or regularly. Today will be no better. I have to figure something out. For today it will be food, but not the best food for me. I haven't been able to keep up. I eat what I have that I can tolerate. I overcooked the last roast. I ate what I could, paid a price for it. Far too dry.
I will have to pull out actual recipe books. While never super, youtube had some use. At this point, they are considered mostly hostile and generally inaccessible. Back to book reading. With all that is happening, even kindle is considered hostile, so can't be trusted. Banning books to appease the mob or endear dark political powers from the Clintons, to China, Russia, etc. I still wonder how many kindle books have been, or have been contemplated to be, removed, altered, banned, without many even knowing?
Keto bread, pasta, and tortilla replacements are top. But gravies and sauces, keto, are fairly high priorities. Preferably foods that could be done in batches, that could be frozen, even for a few months, parcelled for meal or week portions. Then, as the kitchen gets cleared and cleaned, doing a batch or three every other or third week. If you have decent sauces and breads, the rest is easier.
Oh, a replacement for the spike... to help dig the post hole... and other things... was found and purchased... vicariously if literally. If I can get going today, I would like to do a bit more with the digging. I started watering last night... actually the night before. The ducks are out, the cats have been fed, and I will hit litter shortly. I got it last night, but they never stop. I'd like to get some food going too, shortly. As well, a trim then shower.
I set up dishes. I am only using the kitchen sink anymore, and hope to keep on dishes so that it stays that way. I will have to use the tub for the dehydrator baskets, and maybe the larger 24 quart stock pots, on the rare occasion I use those. I'll find the broom and dustpan, and sweep before showering. Ugh. Probably. Later.
Thursday, June 25, 2020
A stranger day yet.
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It was getting rather stuffy and hot in here. It was 77° and rising. I decided a short stroll outside would make the inside feel better. Into the fire so that getting back in the pan wouldn't seem so bad. Nope! As I stepped out, I was amazed. Could it really be that cool? It was 70°, with a cooling wind to breeze.
I opened everything up. It has cooled to 75°, and I baked a beef roast and pork bits. Still, it just isn't cooling in here. It is very unusual for the cave to be warmer than the outside, especially on a... cloudy day? Very strange, younglings. I... rain is back there, out there. Might not hit, could be in the morning, might drop imminently. Rather odd.
As it turns out, youtube is actually less functional in it's new form. There is no way to skip forward and back to bypass ads. ;p If I hit an ad, I simply back out and attempt a different video. Almost all are ad defended. So, there is no real use in trying. However, they did allow me to begin banning videos. They sneak them back, or others like them. Gotta have a set number of monkeys, partisans, and else. Still, it's fun using the banhammer, infuriating the flying monkeyloving monkey troupes, and making them refill the quota pools. I sometimes get way ahead of them.
I'll get tired of that before long. I would never pay because they will always force their agendas. I won't watch their ads because they are agenda driven, the products are crap or poison, and they offer nothing I need or want. They have done it to themselves. I'll tire of the game at some point. Oh, and don't bother with videos over four to six minutes. They will almost all cut to a commercial, or several. They are cutting their own throat with woke intrusive commercials for trash or poison. African click-farms might fool stupid white woke execs for a while. But one way or another, that will... is... fixing itself.
Handing over civilization and history to jungle bunnies will not lead to expanded first world buying by third worlders. It will lead to mud huts and street squatting. IF whites don't decide to undo the South Africa direction. Time will tell. Still, banning at my leisure. *ban, ban, ban ban ban!*
Later.
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It was getting rather stuffy and hot in here. It was 77° and rising. I decided a short stroll outside would make the inside feel better. Into the fire so that getting back in the pan wouldn't seem so bad. Nope! As I stepped out, I was amazed. Could it really be that cool? It was 70°, with a cooling wind to breeze.
I opened everything up. It has cooled to 75°, and I baked a beef roast and pork bits. Still, it just isn't cooling in here. It is very unusual for the cave to be warmer than the outside, especially on a... cloudy day? Very strange, younglings. I... rain is back there, out there. Might not hit, could be in the morning, might drop imminently. Rather odd.
As it turns out, youtube is actually less functional in it's new form. There is no way to skip forward and back to bypass ads. ;p If I hit an ad, I simply back out and attempt a different video. Almost all are ad defended. So, there is no real use in trying. However, they did allow me to begin banning videos. They sneak them back, or others like them. Gotta have a set number of monkeys, partisans, and else. Still, it's fun using the banhammer, infuriating the flying monkeyloving monkey troupes, and making them refill the quota pools. I sometimes get way ahead of them.
I'll get tired of that before long. I would never pay because they will always force their agendas. I won't watch their ads because they are agenda driven, the products are crap or poison, and they offer nothing I need or want. They have done it to themselves. I'll tire of the game at some point. Oh, and don't bother with videos over four to six minutes. They will almost all cut to a commercial, or several. They are cutting their own throat with woke intrusive commercials for trash or poison. African click-farms might fool stupid white woke execs for a while. But one way or another, that will... is... fixing itself.
Handing over civilization and history to jungle bunnies will not lead to expanded first world buying by third worlders. It will lead to mud huts and street squatting. IF whites don't decide to undo the South Africa direction. Time will tell. Still, banning at my leisure. *ban, ban, ban ban ban!*
Later.
A very strange day yesterday.
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After the 90 draw, I decided to eat two hours later. A four storebought egg omelette. Tiny eggs, but pretty good. Adding a third of a cup of cheese, mixing in a tablespoon of milk and cream to add fat. As I was about to eat, I decided to check blood sugar. Blood sugar spiked to 220!?! Bah! From the two duck eggs and cheese? So, yeah, insulin. Blood sugar dropped to 185 by midnight thirty and 129 by two thirty, bedtime. It was 160 at ten thirty this morning, fasting.
Up late because down late. It is really warming up. I am okay with it, mostly, so far. But it is hitting the point were it's beginning to stretch my tolerance. I may have to shift to nighttime 'days', sleeping in the ac during sunlight hours. It is partly cloudy, and cooler, today, outside. Those two conditions aren't always synonymous. It is 76° outside. For whatever reason, it is already 74° inside. I shut the house down at seven, in a temporary wake, but it was 70° then. It was warmer, even after dark, last night. No time to cool the cave.
So? I saw a neighbor I hadn't spoken with in some time. He cuts the tall grass for bailing. I had seen him recently, but while heading out, and with no cold drinks. This time I had time and a cold one. Not super, but a peach perrier. And time to talk. So I grabbed one and went out. I almost thought I had missed him. Turns out he was on the other other side.
It's been a while. Not everything was discussed, but a bit of catching up. Some about life, some about cutting, some about work and birds, and some about rabbits. I offered to help with small things, from time to time. Perhaps I can't do six hours of grown-up work, but a few hours, from time to time really can help. Strong as an ox for up to an hour. Just not midday.
I am also looking for people interested in meat rabbits. I'd like to have two clutches, each different lines, meaning six does and two unrelated bucks. Perhaps a third clutch. But, that is way too much meat for one. However, for a family or two willing to do some of the work of butchering, or willing to pay, a resilient sustainable nest of nest of rabbits could more easily be maintained. If they choose butchering, it would add to cost, but it would be worth it, to my mind. Sort of like solar power. In the current situation, it isn't feasible. It is only a potential negative future, and relatively short term advantage. In dark days, every advantage matters.
So, yes. One, perhaps two, families might be interested. As well, I might get help once in a while, with care and feeding. Plus, I may have help setting up the cages... more help. So a several day hike might be more possible. Funny thing... as my menagerie of critters grow, I become ever so slightly more able. BUT, I also become more limited in what else I can do. Funny, that.
Today? Feeling a bit better, but the heat is starting to get to me. I would like to hit the dishes. Start back in on the bathroom. Then trim, shower, and shave. We'll see. But that is the plan. If I thought a cooling nap would help, or even thought I could take one, I would try. Hmm, perhaps puzzle work? Oh, and a bite of something, and a small dose. Above 150, or climbing blood sugar, and I dose. Later.
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After the 90 draw, I decided to eat two hours later. A four storebought egg omelette. Tiny eggs, but pretty good. Adding a third of a cup of cheese, mixing in a tablespoon of milk and cream to add fat. As I was about to eat, I decided to check blood sugar. Blood sugar spiked to 220!?! Bah! From the two duck eggs and cheese? So, yeah, insulin. Blood sugar dropped to 185 by midnight thirty and 129 by two thirty, bedtime. It was 160 at ten thirty this morning, fasting.
Up late because down late. It is really warming up. I am okay with it, mostly, so far. But it is hitting the point were it's beginning to stretch my tolerance. I may have to shift to nighttime 'days', sleeping in the ac during sunlight hours. It is partly cloudy, and cooler, today, outside. Those two conditions aren't always synonymous. It is 76° outside. For whatever reason, it is already 74° inside. I shut the house down at seven, in a temporary wake, but it was 70° then. It was warmer, even after dark, last night. No time to cool the cave.
So? I saw a neighbor I hadn't spoken with in some time. He cuts the tall grass for bailing. I had seen him recently, but while heading out, and with no cold drinks. This time I had time and a cold one. Not super, but a peach perrier. And time to talk. So I grabbed one and went out. I almost thought I had missed him. Turns out he was on the other other side.
It's been a while. Not everything was discussed, but a bit of catching up. Some about life, some about cutting, some about work and birds, and some about rabbits. I offered to help with small things, from time to time. Perhaps I can't do six hours of grown-up work, but a few hours, from time to time really can help. Strong as an ox for up to an hour. Just not midday.
I am also looking for people interested in meat rabbits. I'd like to have two clutches, each different lines, meaning six does and two unrelated bucks. Perhaps a third clutch. But, that is way too much meat for one. However, for a family or two willing to do some of the work of butchering, or willing to pay, a resilient sustainable nest of nest of rabbits could more easily be maintained. If they choose butchering, it would add to cost, but it would be worth it, to my mind. Sort of like solar power. In the current situation, it isn't feasible. It is only a potential negative future, and relatively short term advantage. In dark days, every advantage matters.
So, yes. One, perhaps two, families might be interested. As well, I might get help once in a while, with care and feeding. Plus, I may have help setting up the cages... more help. So a several day hike might be more possible. Funny thing... as my menagerie of critters grow, I become ever so slightly more able. BUT, I also become more limited in what else I can do. Funny, that.
Today? Feeling a bit better, but the heat is starting to get to me. I would like to hit the dishes. Start back in on the bathroom. Then trim, shower, and shave. We'll see. But that is the plan. If I thought a cooling nap would help, or even thought I could take one, I would try. Hmm, perhaps puzzle work? Oh, and a bite of something, and a small dose. Above 150, or climbing blood sugar, and I dose. Later.
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Back?
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It... looks like blogger brought a functioning platform back. I'll test it.
Not much else done today. I did put fresh food and water in the hutch. And I scrambled the two eggs I had from the ducks. They are different from chicken eggs, but how I just can't say. I did text about the rabbits. It sounds like we can come to an arrangement. I tried to set up a meeting, but the communication seems to have stalled. Perhaps she wants to speak with her husband, or have a friend there?
As I was just about to eat, before deciding on dosage, I checked my blood sugar. From 322 this morning to... 90!?! No food today, but that Isn't unusual. I... have some suspicions. Anyway. That means no insulin. Not the fast stuff, not the slow stuff, none of it. But I need to eat again. Nothing big, but fatty. Lets see if ketosis will kick in. If not I'll have to do glucose tabs or something sweet... actually sugared. Very strange.
Wait... I did have another meal, but forgot to dose. Maltomeal, with freshly mixed half and half. Hmm. Very strange.
Still not feeling the best. It was up to at least 86°, and 75° indoors. But neither is too awful. It's almost cool, to me, in here. I suspect attempting acclimatization is paying off. If, too, I am only successful because I am currently able. I can't always do it. Still, I will take what I can get. I am... trying, and getting some things done.
The Boss has jingling wires. Needed bongo tools, big wires to be crimped. I did look such a tool over recently, but some other project or expense took priority. However, I do have a variety of odds and ends with which to get the job done. Between both our minds and kit, getting an odd job done is no problem. Uhrm, probably. Usually.
Later.
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It... looks like blogger brought a functioning platform back. I'll test it.
Not much else done today. I did put fresh food and water in the hutch. And I scrambled the two eggs I had from the ducks. They are different from chicken eggs, but how I just can't say. I did text about the rabbits. It sounds like we can come to an arrangement. I tried to set up a meeting, but the communication seems to have stalled. Perhaps she wants to speak with her husband, or have a friend there?
As I was just about to eat, before deciding on dosage, I checked my blood sugar. From 322 this morning to... 90!?! No food today, but that Isn't unusual. I... have some suspicions. Anyway. That means no insulin. Not the fast stuff, not the slow stuff, none of it. But I need to eat again. Nothing big, but fatty. Lets see if ketosis will kick in. If not I'll have to do glucose tabs or something sweet... actually sugared. Very strange.
Wait... I did have another meal, but forgot to dose. Maltomeal, with freshly mixed half and half. Hmm. Very strange.
Still not feeling the best. It was up to at least 86°, and 75° indoors. But neither is too awful. It's almost cool, to me, in here. I suspect attempting acclimatization is paying off. If, too, I am only successful because I am currently able. I can't always do it. Still, I will take what I can get. I am... trying, and getting some things done.
The Boss has jingling wires. Needed bongo tools, big wires to be crimped. I did look such a tool over recently, but some other project or expense took priority. However, I do have a variety of odds and ends with which to get the job done. Between both our minds and kit, getting an odd job done is no problem. Uhrm, probably. Usually.
Later.
One more.
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Well... A few calls. A few texts. Contacts put in so the next attempt at various contact should be simpler. No long waiting times. That is as good as a set of calls to SSD has ever gone, in Utah. I must admit, Iowa actually expected their employees to be available and pleasant. I think it's the bunker and guards here, and a few other... problems.
Both women were even moderately pleasant. As it turns out, they never sent a form. They simply put the reschedule in the queue. They haven't set a new date. When they do, it will be 75 days or more after that has been decided. I will receive notification at that time. Now I have their number, fax, and specific office name. Ugh... I had been so worried, and yet so ill, hot, cold, and else. Stuck. Better now.
As well, I sent a text about rabbits! I am excited. It will probably be a month or two. Though, just maybe, this early July. Assuming I can figure out heat issues. I best get my flag out this year! It's just a side of the house jobby. But if SSD returns, I'd like to get a 25-30 foot pole and large flags. Perhaps even if not, just not as soon.
Blood sugar spiked!?! Up to over three hundred for the first time in... years? a year? Something. Small typical meal, medium dose of insulin, doesn't compute. I'll... figure that out. I'll get something down and dose. Perhaps add the slow acting I've been accidentally skipping, and again tonight. It can be flexible.
As well, I got a spot price on foam post fill. I'd like to try that on one of the clothesline posts, regular concrete on the other.
Not bad. Took care of the things jangling my nerves. Now to get dishes. A nap first? I still feel awful. Midsection feels bruised, shoulders are sore, a weird oozy sort of illness sensation... green around the gills is the best description for that which I know. I'll do what I must, but will work some too. At least I am not behind some crazy bureaucratic eight ball, again.
Later. Actually, I just wanted to end that last post. Unless blogger becomes available again, this is it. They must have changed blogger, again, to the new "better" blogger that we are supposed to be able to revert from. But they never offer a way to do so. If available, the way is hidden. Goodbye, perhaps.
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Well... A few calls. A few texts. Contacts put in so the next attempt at various contact should be simpler. No long waiting times. That is as good as a set of calls to SSD has ever gone, in Utah. I must admit, Iowa actually expected their employees to be available and pleasant. I think it's the bunker and guards here, and a few other... problems.
Both women were even moderately pleasant. As it turns out, they never sent a form. They simply put the reschedule in the queue. They haven't set a new date. When they do, it will be 75 days or more after that has been decided. I will receive notification at that time. Now I have their number, fax, and specific office name. Ugh... I had been so worried, and yet so ill, hot, cold, and else. Stuck. Better now.
As well, I sent a text about rabbits! I am excited. It will probably be a month or two. Though, just maybe, this early July. Assuming I can figure out heat issues. I best get my flag out this year! It's just a side of the house jobby. But if SSD returns, I'd like to get a 25-30 foot pole and large flags. Perhaps even if not, just not as soon.
Blood sugar spiked!?! Up to over three hundred for the first time in... years? a year? Something. Small typical meal, medium dose of insulin, doesn't compute. I'll... figure that out. I'll get something down and dose. Perhaps add the slow acting I've been accidentally skipping, and again tonight. It can be flexible.
As well, I got a spot price on foam post fill. I'd like to try that on one of the clothesline posts, regular concrete on the other.
Not bad. Took care of the things jangling my nerves. Now to get dishes. A nap first? I still feel awful. Midsection feels bruised, shoulders are sore, a weird oozy sort of illness sensation... green around the gills is the best description for that which I know. I'll do what I must, but will work some too. At least I am not behind some crazy bureaucratic eight ball, again.
Later. Actually, I just wanted to end that last post. Unless blogger becomes available again, this is it. They must have changed blogger, again, to the new "better" blogger that we are supposed to be able to revert from. But they never offer a way to do so. If available, the way is hidden. Goodbye, perhaps.
Another day.
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Strange. Right as youtube opens back up, initially only part way, now seemingly more fully, even bringing old videos (not all of them, but some) back to my blog, blogger itself closes back down... at least on my main blogging device. I can use this device, but it is at best inconvenient. So, unless that changes, this will be my final post.
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Yesterday was odd. Blood sugar was high, fasting. Now that I expected. Higher than expected, but blood sugar is it's own animal. The rest of the day was strange though.
I did eat twice, lighter meals. I also forgot to use insulin with the first meal, as I forgot the night before too. Doubling my expectation of a high morning read. Still, blood sugar kept dropping.
Starting at 278 fasting, two to three hours after the first meal... of I forget... blood sugar was 191. Without insulin. I then had a bowl of maltomeal, with insulin. Since it was coming down, in caution, I only took a normal insulin dose. By bedtime it dropped to 119. I left it alone, though usually it goes up at night. Actually, I forgot the slow acting insulin I usually take at bedtime, again! I went to bed between a bit after 21:00 and 22:00.
I woke at 0:00. I was feeling awful. Clumsy, weak, odd. Blood sugar drop, I was almost sure of it. A dangerous one? I didn't think I had glucose tabs up there? I'll check today. Getting downstairs was terrible. If crawling down the steps was doable, I would have tried it.
I did a draw, to make sure. Yep. Blood sugar read 52! I only had two bottles of tabs, one of which was a partial. I would have eaten them all, but realized that would leave me with nothing until I can resupply. So I left some. It took everything I have in me not to eat the last ones. I did eat... many... as was.
I was able to walk more steadily back upstairs. I slept well, other than having to wake to go often. I had been holding water, so took extra waterpills yesterday, which waited until after bedtime to decide to work. And blood sugar is high again this morning. I'll figure it out.
My guess is working in the heat, even lightly, but especially several days running, has a profound effect on my system. IF I can sort it, apply reason and control, with enough glucose tabs on hand, I might be able to saddle and ride that phenomena. I might yet win, if it may well kill me. Weeeee!
Today? A bit easier. Calls, mostly. Perhaps the bathroom? vacuuming? dishes almost certainly. I have work inside, easily, and outside. Outside I have the remaining sticks, and that side to mow. Weed whipping aplenty in there somewhere. Getting watering going. Beginning the construction of a duck "trailer", and some repairs on the hutch. And much else.
I won't be able to do all that much, or all that fast. And outdoor work really needs to be done earlier or later. But, a few projects at a time, a bit each day, inside and out, as possible, and... I'll never finish, here, this time, but... I will... be alive and working. It's enough.
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Strange. Right as youtube opens back up, initially only part way, now seemingly more fully, even bringing old videos (not all of them, but some) back to my blog, blogger itself closes back down... at least on my main blogging device. I can use this device, but it is at best inconvenient. So, unless that changes, this will be my final post.
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Yesterday was odd. Blood sugar was high, fasting. Now that I expected. Higher than expected, but blood sugar is it's own animal. The rest of the day was strange though.
I did eat twice, lighter meals. I also forgot to use insulin with the first meal, as I forgot the night before too. Doubling my expectation of a high morning read. Still, blood sugar kept dropping.
Starting at 278 fasting, two to three hours after the first meal... of I forget... blood sugar was 191. Without insulin. I then had a bowl of maltomeal, with insulin. Since it was coming down, in caution, I only took a normal insulin dose. By bedtime it dropped to 119. I left it alone, though usually it goes up at night. Actually, I forgot the slow acting insulin I usually take at bedtime, again! I went to bed between a bit after 21:00 and 22:00.
I woke at 0:00. I was feeling awful. Clumsy, weak, odd. Blood sugar drop, I was almost sure of it. A dangerous one? I didn't think I had glucose tabs up there? I'll check today. Getting downstairs was terrible. If crawling down the steps was doable, I would have tried it.
I did a draw, to make sure. Yep. Blood sugar read 52! I only had two bottles of tabs, one of which was a partial. I would have eaten them all, but realized that would leave me with nothing until I can resupply. So I left some. It took everything I have in me not to eat the last ones. I did eat... many... as was.
I was able to walk more steadily back upstairs. I slept well, other than having to wake to go often. I had been holding water, so took extra waterpills yesterday, which waited until after bedtime to decide to work. And blood sugar is high again this morning. I'll figure it out.
My guess is working in the heat, even lightly, but especially several days running, has a profound effect on my system. IF I can sort it, apply reason and control, with enough glucose tabs on hand, I might be able to saddle and ride that phenomena. I might yet win, if it may well kill me. Weeeee!
Today? A bit easier. Calls, mostly. Perhaps the bathroom? vacuuming? dishes almost certainly. I have work inside, easily, and outside. Outside I have the remaining sticks, and that side to mow. Weed whipping aplenty in there somewhere. Getting watering going. Beginning the construction of a duck "trailer", and some repairs on the hutch. And much else.
I won't be able to do all that much, or all that fast. And outdoor work really needs to be done earlier or later. But, a few projects at a time, a bit each day, inside and out, as possible, and... I'll never finish, here, this time, but... I will... be alive and working. It's enough.
Tuesday, June 23, 2020
A start.
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In the low 70°s when I started, 82° when I finished. I decided against cleaning the hutch again today. I want it to dry first. Water can drain, too, slowly... in some areas. I would like to find a way to extend the low area out, open some of the wood, and install a kickplate of some sort. One fresh egg.
After, I began on the post hole. Three or four inches more? With the grass around, I just couldn't tell. Even a measuring stick won't give a solid reading. I ran out of steam for that quickly. I did what I could. I may hit it a few times a day, as close to dusk and dawn as possible. A few inches here and there will add up.
After, I thought to mow. Oh no, no, no. Never that simple. Branches, the size of twigs on up to small tree sized, here, there, and everywhere. So, picking up sticks first. The front yard looked good. I hit what I could. It wasn't enough, but a solid start. It was the side yard that remains with too much debris.
I got on, lit it up, and headed up front. More branches! They weren't visible from where I had been. A gathered a few, a few more, and more still! If there were many more, I decided, I was done with the front yard. As it was, that was it. Mowing with the machine is a pleasant thing. If you have the strength to twist the wheel, and mass to not be thrown from it. I might not have endurance, but I have these, for a while.
The front yard was finished. It takes time, and the heat and effort do begin to weigh on one. Still, I then hit around the car and then wanted to check the back yard. It was long, so I worried. No problems, or twigs. I kept the blade up on high, went slow, and hit it twice. A wonderful lawn. Eventually I will get the weedwhip out and finish it off. Picking up the rest of the sticks and digging the clothesline pole hole have priority.
Now to cool off. It's 72° downstairs, 68° upstairs. I think a shower, perhaps a nap or puzzle time upstairs, before beginning the bathroom and dishes, would work well. I'll get those, and maybe more today, if probably not until after it has cooled enough that I can open the cave back up. Hmm... puzzle time, marble practice, and a nap?
Later.
Outdoor acclimatization.
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It started yesterday. I dug about a foot on the first post. I hit a rock, which will be figured out next time, maybe the very narrow long bladed... clam? shovel? But beside, I realized cleaning the duck hutch was a priority. So, on to that. I got two or three wheelbarrows full, I mean absolutely full, out. It was about 76° throughout.
As I returned for one more, I thought I would quit the endeavor, after this last load. And, each time I returned, I swore that was it. I cleaned the place out, tossing the eggs in the trash, creating small compost piles out back... perhaps for use next year. I then sprayed the floor off, letting it sit until the ducks were let back in.
I put food and water on the higher dry spots, then hay in later. I just woke, but aim to clear the quackles out as usual shortly, then clean in there again. Or tomorrow? Then work on that clothesline hole. Maybe do mowing... the rider makes that easier. Then get in, take another shower... the third in two days. Then begin on the bathroom.
I did more yesterday. I helped a neighbor put up hardware cloth. I finally, after hearing about it for years, know definitely what hardware cloth actually is. Anyway. I helped cut, form fit it, and staple it in. The work wasn't heavy work, but it was 82° and sunny. So, yeah. From crawling in the dirt for low stapling under a platform or at the base to stretching and fitting, stapling, and just holding. A good little spot of hot work.
As mentioned, work today. My body is sore. But other than trying to sort out a bit more of the post hole digging, the rest of the work will be light. All dishes to be hit are in the kitchen sink, so not a bending chore. I am... behind on a few contacts. I hope to remedy that later, in the afternoon, too. Ugh. The only thing slightly heavy will be vacuuming, or more getting that machine up the steps.
Oh, oddly? Not a single wasp took the bait in the wasp trap! It was ground zero for where the wasps were staying, for years. As well, I dodged two while setting the thing up! Gah! It seems I can handle a single sting, if the poison bounces around my body, afflicting me with changing pseudo bugbites at various new plaves on my body every few hours to days, for weeks ore a month and more. Which makes me think the allergy still exists, but size mitigates. That also leads me to believe a bunch of bites, perhaps as few as three, could be fatal. I'll have to figure out the problem before continuing.
On to breakfast then else. Later.
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It started yesterday. I dug about a foot on the first post. I hit a rock, which will be figured out next time, maybe the very narrow long bladed... clam? shovel? But beside, I realized cleaning the duck hutch was a priority. So, on to that. I got two or three wheelbarrows full, I mean absolutely full, out. It was about 76° throughout.
As I returned for one more, I thought I would quit the endeavor, after this last load. And, each time I returned, I swore that was it. I cleaned the place out, tossing the eggs in the trash, creating small compost piles out back... perhaps for use next year. I then sprayed the floor off, letting it sit until the ducks were let back in.
I put food and water on the higher dry spots, then hay in later. I just woke, but aim to clear the quackles out as usual shortly, then clean in there again. Or tomorrow? Then work on that clothesline hole. Maybe do mowing... the rider makes that easier. Then get in, take another shower... the third in two days. Then begin on the bathroom.
I did more yesterday. I helped a neighbor put up hardware cloth. I finally, after hearing about it for years, know definitely what hardware cloth actually is. Anyway. I helped cut, form fit it, and staple it in. The work wasn't heavy work, but it was 82° and sunny. So, yeah. From crawling in the dirt for low stapling under a platform or at the base to stretching and fitting, stapling, and just holding. A good little spot of hot work.
As mentioned, work today. My body is sore. But other than trying to sort out a bit more of the post hole digging, the rest of the work will be light. All dishes to be hit are in the kitchen sink, so not a bending chore. I am... behind on a few contacts. I hope to remedy that later, in the afternoon, too. Ugh. The only thing slightly heavy will be vacuuming, or more getting that machine up the steps.
Oh, oddly? Not a single wasp took the bait in the wasp trap! It was ground zero for where the wasps were staying, for years. As well, I dodged two while setting the thing up! Gah! It seems I can handle a single sting, if the poison bounces around my body, afflicting me with changing pseudo bugbites at various new plaves on my body every few hours to days, for weeks ore a month and more. Which makes me think the allergy still exists, but size mitigates. That also leads me to believe a bunch of bites, perhaps as few as three, could be fatal. I'll have to figure out the problem before continuing.
On to breakfast then else. Later.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Something is so wrong!
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Did I sleep wrong? My neck is so out. Left to right, forward and back, rusted and cranky... with enough tension to create a solid headache from the torque. Even the arteries on the sides of my neck hurt. It isn't as if I just woke with this. I was waking through the night, adjusting my pillows and position, attempting to prevent this very outcome. It may just be that I twisted or shifted incorrectly and am paying... or sat too long in a singular position?
Probably that latter. Move, you say? F' you! I am an aardvark! Wait... uhrm... that... isn't quite it. How about that first retort, along with, I would move if I could! I just get stuck, fall, and can't get out. My whole goal in life is to do, act, create, tinker, develop, build. I have more functional and theoretical loot just waiting for my hands to be able to craft. Tools, parts, pieces, as well as a house, two vehicles, three shed sized barns, a garage, and an acre of land with which to work, alter.
Do you honestly think, with such a rich environment and so many projects, I sit because I wish it? On or off medicine, weather and health trends can and do cripple. Mood has nothing to do with it. I have to figure out each change, nearly from scratch. By the time I figure something out, I am often fatigued from it, a la the cold or heat in winter or summer, or the constant weather fluxuations in spring. Fall is usually good, a if a slow slide into winter's cold oblivion.
Anyway... as tough as this morning is, I am hitting it today. I am set up for a shower shortly. There just isn't enough trash to take to the curb, but I will take it out to the bin. Ducks will be let out. As well, potentially, a few special projects, helping if possible. Later I am hoping to clean the rest of the bathroom. The shower, toilet, and sink have been mostly kept up. I mostly need to sort bins, sweep, and mop. As well, vacuuming the living room and getting the vacuum back upstairs.
The rest of the week will be split on the kitchen and living room. The heavier work focused on the kitchen, sitting and sorting will be what the living room receives. Hopefully, next week, the living room will get the heavy work, while the main downstairs bedroom and front room will receive more light work. I really am advancing. Even at complete stops, I am not falling too far back. Negligibly back versus good strides forward.
Well. Planning is good, at least, for such a terrible start. Now to see if... I can fulfil some, or all, of it. Blood sugar was up to 175. Beats 225-275 it had been running. I really should, mostly, go back to intermittent fasting, with two to three meals in eight hour periods per day. It's difficult when the day shifts but hunger doesn't. The goal becomes to eat for a set number hours after some number of hours after waking, two to eight, for both periods, as long as it is consistent... as the change is almost always an advance in time, so will mostly add to the fast length.
Although, if you were capable of following what I wrote, you begin to see some of my problems? Not just a demanding regimen, but also carveouts, caveats, exemptions, exceptions, and special rules. It's like trying to play a board game, at sea, in a storm. Not fair, but it's what I have left to me. The option is this or quitting. Which would you choose? Especially if death seems to have been removed as a menu option. Later.
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Did I sleep wrong? My neck is so out. Left to right, forward and back, rusted and cranky... with enough tension to create a solid headache from the torque. Even the arteries on the sides of my neck hurt. It isn't as if I just woke with this. I was waking through the night, adjusting my pillows and position, attempting to prevent this very outcome. It may just be that I twisted or shifted incorrectly and am paying... or sat too long in a singular position?
Probably that latter. Move, you say? F' you! I am an aardvark! Wait... uhrm... that... isn't quite it. How about that first retort, along with, I would move if I could! I just get stuck, fall, and can't get out. My whole goal in life is to do, act, create, tinker, develop, build. I have more functional and theoretical loot just waiting for my hands to be able to craft. Tools, parts, pieces, as well as a house, two vehicles, three shed sized barns, a garage, and an acre of land with which to work, alter.
Do you honestly think, with such a rich environment and so many projects, I sit because I wish it? On or off medicine, weather and health trends can and do cripple. Mood has nothing to do with it. I have to figure out each change, nearly from scratch. By the time I figure something out, I am often fatigued from it, a la the cold or heat in winter or summer, or the constant weather fluxuations in spring. Fall is usually good, a if a slow slide into winter's cold oblivion.
Anyway... as tough as this morning is, I am hitting it today. I am set up for a shower shortly. There just isn't enough trash to take to the curb, but I will take it out to the bin. Ducks will be let out. As well, potentially, a few special projects, helping if possible. Later I am hoping to clean the rest of the bathroom. The shower, toilet, and sink have been mostly kept up. I mostly need to sort bins, sweep, and mop. As well, vacuuming the living room and getting the vacuum back upstairs.
The rest of the week will be split on the kitchen and living room. The heavier work focused on the kitchen, sitting and sorting will be what the living room receives. Hopefully, next week, the living room will get the heavy work, while the main downstairs bedroom and front room will receive more light work. I really am advancing. Even at complete stops, I am not falling too far back. Negligibly back versus good strides forward.
Well. Planning is good, at least, for such a terrible start. Now to see if... I can fulfil some, or all, of it. Blood sugar was up to 175. Beats 225-275 it had been running. I really should, mostly, go back to intermittent fasting, with two to three meals in eight hour periods per day. It's difficult when the day shifts but hunger doesn't. The goal becomes to eat for a set number hours after some number of hours after waking, two to eight, for both periods, as long as it is consistent... as the change is almost always an advance in time, so will mostly add to the fast length.
Although, if you were capable of following what I wrote, you begin to see some of my problems? Not just a demanding regimen, but also carveouts, caveats, exemptions, exceptions, and special rules. It's like trying to play a board game, at sea, in a storm. Not fair, but it's what I have left to me. The option is this or quitting. Which would you choose? Especially if death seems to have been removed as a menu option. Later.
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Cloudy but warm.
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Not hot today. But it feels like it. It is 71° downstairs. I closed things up a bit late, if that only would have delayed this outcome an hour or so. I didn't check blood sugar first thing. But after a heavy breakfast and normal insulin dose, it was at 135ish. A later meal and usual insulin dose saw an increase to 191? I am sure the first meal and dose brought blood sugars down, probably fifty points. Not sure why the second meal jacked it. I'll have a third and final meal and dose shortly. Actually, I was concerned with the first meal, due to volume. Odd.
I called my mother. She decided not to go to the back doctor. She says it is because he can't do anything. I think it is fear, if the voice of her fear has a real point. Will just have to wait for her to decide on else. Oh, I get it. I do. I can't, and wouldn't, force anything medical. I don't trust doctors or the general medical field. How many of them are blm, antifa, etc. Though "conservatives" may just as well harm you, but to save a government buck, as they did with me. And competency is always dubious anyway.
I do believe a small lunch, a dose, and a nap are next. I have done the dehydrator shelves, and more dishes. And handled the critters. Trash will be handled when I wake. Perhaps all the remaining dishes, plus cooking cabbage and corned beef. I'll add canned carrots as that finishes. Cooking after I open up for the night.
Later.
.
Not hot today. But it feels like it. It is 71° downstairs. I closed things up a bit late, if that only would have delayed this outcome an hour or so. I didn't check blood sugar first thing. But after a heavy breakfast and normal insulin dose, it was at 135ish. A later meal and usual insulin dose saw an increase to 191? I am sure the first meal and dose brought blood sugars down, probably fifty points. Not sure why the second meal jacked it. I'll have a third and final meal and dose shortly. Actually, I was concerned with the first meal, due to volume. Odd.
I called my mother. She decided not to go to the back doctor. She says it is because he can't do anything. I think it is fear, if the voice of her fear has a real point. Will just have to wait for her to decide on else. Oh, I get it. I do. I can't, and wouldn't, force anything medical. I don't trust doctors or the general medical field. How many of them are blm, antifa, etc. Though "conservatives" may just as well harm you, but to save a government buck, as they did with me. And competency is always dubious anyway.
I do believe a small lunch, a dose, and a nap are next. I have done the dehydrator shelves, and more dishes. And handled the critters. Trash will be handled when I wake. Perhaps all the remaining dishes, plus cooking cabbage and corned beef. I'll add canned carrots as that finishes. Cooking after I open up for the night.
Later.
A good morning.
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Awake at six. This time I made a great effort, a successful one, to remember when I went to bed. It was right around twenty thirty. So, a good sleep. I had the ac going, turned on as I went to bed. I hadn't cooled the house properly during the night before, or last night. I slacked because it has been so cool. I need to get back to rigging the cave, morning and night, for maximum cool. Though my days are slipping back into actual days, which throws things.
I did open things this morning. The temperature upstairs and downstairs was 68°. I woke around four, switched ac to fan and opened windows. I had hoped to do that far earlier. I woke several times, but I could not crawl out. Outdoors, at six, it was 48°. It was partly cloudy to the east, if I'll almost bet if it isn't gone, it has little effect now. Still, it's a nice cool start.
Today? Finishing the dehydrator baskets... a quick rinse, rough towel drying, then to let the air finish the task. That will get me to a shower, and finally a razor shave. Ducks to be let out, fed, as with cats. Litter has been hit this morning already, though it needs fill. Wasn't awake to realize what now seems obvious. As well, trash and recycling need to go out.
I grilled chicken, brots, and hotdogs yesterday. Not bad. I ate nearly the last of it today. One more meal for later. A different but very good breakfast. No, not all that much, drumsticks just don't have that much meat on them. Sam prefers the knuckles, Sassy won't touch the things... but will eat even exotic cheeses? Cats, or mine, are peculiar. On the good side, I don't have to feel guilty about eating all the meat. Now, I do enjoy the knuckles too, but can settle with one. We are all strange cats around here?
Plans. Assuming I can do anything. Will try. Good day.
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Awake at six. This time I made a great effort, a successful one, to remember when I went to bed. It was right around twenty thirty. So, a good sleep. I had the ac going, turned on as I went to bed. I hadn't cooled the house properly during the night before, or last night. I slacked because it has been so cool. I need to get back to rigging the cave, morning and night, for maximum cool. Though my days are slipping back into actual days, which throws things.
I did open things this morning. The temperature upstairs and downstairs was 68°. I woke around four, switched ac to fan and opened windows. I had hoped to do that far earlier. I woke several times, but I could not crawl out. Outdoors, at six, it was 48°. It was partly cloudy to the east, if I'll almost bet if it isn't gone, it has little effect now. Still, it's a nice cool start.
Today? Finishing the dehydrator baskets... a quick rinse, rough towel drying, then to let the air finish the task. That will get me to a shower, and finally a razor shave. Ducks to be let out, fed, as with cats. Litter has been hit this morning already, though it needs fill. Wasn't awake to realize what now seems obvious. As well, trash and recycling need to go out.
I grilled chicken, brots, and hotdogs yesterday. Not bad. I ate nearly the last of it today. One more meal for later. A different but very good breakfast. No, not all that much, drumsticks just don't have that much meat on them. Sam prefers the knuckles, Sassy won't touch the things... but will eat even exotic cheeses? Cats, or mine, are peculiar. On the good side, I don't have to feel guilty about eating all the meat. Now, I do enjoy the knuckles too, but can settle with one. We are all strange cats around here?
Plans. Assuming I can do anything. Will try. Good day.
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