Down late, again.

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Up late, as well.  Still, I got the critters fed right away.  Watered.  I have to reset all the waterers, as I haven't been doing extremely well lately.  Still, every day is another opportunity.  I also got litter, and got that out, this morning.  Refreshed, the girls should be happy.  It... was forgotten, for a while.

A shower in a bit.  Having everything, chore-wise, done early leaves the slate clear.  But that beckons rather than represses the urge to more.  Having to work, just to get to work, and that dragging on, is more of a hinderance than anything else.  Procrastination, when the actions are wrong, can be good.  Most often, procrastination is negative and self multiplying.  Not today.

I am hoping, after this, to trim whiskers, shower, maybe shave.  Then get waterers all set up.  Though letting them dry overnight, or over several nights, isn't a terrible thing.  Once in a while, it probably does them good.  Though, to do that properly, I would have to shake the last of the water out, for sure, before claiming that as a goal.  Which... I may consider going forward.

Medicine is in, a cup of kefir will be going in shortly.  And a small dose of insulin.  Blood sugar is a little high this morning.  Below two hundred, but... higher that it's been for a few days.  I... know why.  I had a bit of a dip, toward the end.  Couldn't really eat, so carb tabs were used.  Sometimes that goes right under the rug, sometimes... from last night... it doesn't.

Pain has been minimal lately.  I don't know what is up with that.  I'll take it, gladly.  But brain fog remains.  Those tabs have to kill ketosis!  Ah, right, that.  I really have to find something else, something keto friendly, to use.  Bit by bit, things are figured out, rearranged, moderated, altered.  And, hopefully, is a reasonably sustainable method.

Life, for some of us, is like living on an old creaky boat.  Every leak leads to a patch.  Every patch is sketchy, might even be worst for the overall integrity of the craft, but some things are choices between immediate death and the cost of long term health.  Faustian trades are made.  If the docs hadn't initially decided I wasn't worth helping, I wouldn't near be in this boat.  I may well have gotten back to a point where I could have been fit enough to get through school, college, become an engineer.  It's a bit late now.  The boat has far too many dings, dents, and bad equipment, and no company would hire a mostly dead man.  They aren't even hiring better engineers, they hire foreign intellectual slave labor of the lowest quality.

Anyway.  Medicine in, food to be added, insulin with that, waterers filled, a trim and shower, then... whatever else is required.  Not all that sleepy, this morning.  I got about nine to nine and an half hours of sleep.  Not optimal, but it must have been needed.  Then again, for three or four days before it, I was down to six to seven hours of sleep.  Repayment.  Later.