Six hours down, anyway.

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Odd thing, about upstairs.  When I am not there, it is two degrees warmer than when I am there.  Maybe more on a hotter day.  It doesn't make sense, but there it is.  And I still put out heat like a furnace.  I'm sure it is physics, but physics, at times, can be messed.  Then again, I'm not dead yet, so... I suppose this is a more minor of miracles.

I dreamed that medical could and did tell the truth.  My mother's illness is due to the 'vax'.  While these diseases do occur when people are older, not generally when they are that much older.  No reason to discuss it, with her.  Even if she had irrefutable proof, she would know she was right.  And would be proud of her decision.  If my dream was true.  That was the crux of it.

I also dreamed of a girl from the first highschool I was enrolled.  I didn't date her, but we had love eyes a few too many times.  And she had highschool girl boobs and ass in all the right ways and places, and those eyes that just captured the man which was budding in me.  She had braces, but I wouldn't have cared.  She was so ready.

Half of my flaws, as a young man, was that I already knew far too much.  I also knew I wouldn't... treat her right.  I was looking for sex.  Girls were looking for that too, but to be settled.  Their mothers, and much older sister, on the other hand...  Never mind.  Even those I mostly... escaped past, usually.  After having spent much on nothing, I... even I... had begun looking for more.

Well, celibacy isn't meant to last.  I do what I can, but sometimes, with dreams like "Genie"... *sigh*  I even pray to slow, or stop, it.  And, sometimes that works.  I am still not convinced, without an orchiectomy, perhaps even with it, that pure celibacy is possible.  And we ain't no boy poodle, or tom cat, to be fiddled with.  Besides, this is just until I marry.  Probably isn't going to happen, but... my sex drive is just in mothballs, technically.  It isn't dead, meant to be totally abandoned, or even mine to destroy.  Still, of all the things I have lost, why would this one have been... reserved?  Bleh.  My God, she was a gorgeous, pleasing, slice of fuckable meat.

Blood sugar is high.  Shouldn't be.  My last reads before it were 109, 123, the 148.  In spite of only drinking water from after the 109 reading?  And, after the 148, as I was going to bed I took kefir, a 20 cc shot of the fast acting, and 25 cc's of the slow acting.  It really doesn't make sense.  Did I even eat today?  Other than kefir?  And not much of that... probably three cups... Oh... I know.

I... mixed sweeteners in my coffee.  But early this morning.  Very strange.  I used far less of either than I normally would.  Still, it... seems to trigger a response, just much later, like a delayed bomb.  Very odd.  I guess that theory is debunked too.  The last one to be checked, again, through time delays, is whether sweetening cooked foods, like mug cakes, works to neutralize the effect.  I thought it did, but then I wasn't understanding this delayed reaction thing.  Since it isn't actually a carb, I suppose it takes my body time to react?  Not sure, I just... I can't have sweeteners... not this, not that, not the other.  SOB!  Gah!

Tonight?  Not sure.  A bit rough, around the edges, but nothing like the last few days.  Minor shoulder soreness, a bit of midsection discomfort, a few this and that and those.  All mostly minor.  I am going to take tylenol.  Perhaps it can knock those back, give me a clear shot at some work, and possibly see me back to bed by early morning.

A bit more laundry, a shower and shave, dishes started again, checking on the various kefirs and vinegars I have brewing, the cats, and welfare checks on the feathered and long eared friends and foes out in the yard?  Oh, and rebagging a few trash cans.  I have, at least, be getting those out fairly well.  Keeping ahead.  But, it's only because I have several cans, bagged, using just one at a time.  Live and learn.

Later.