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Fairly normal, given the temps. I should have gone upstairs. Just wasn't feeling like it. I have eaten several times. Dosing every other or third meal/snack. Nothing heavy was eaten, though food was consumed more frequently. More like four or five, maybe six, snacks... if you count coffee though not counting tea or water as I used nothing in/with those.
Yes, feeling off. So, blood sugar was taken. At 62 I understand why I was feeling off. I have been dosing, but rarely and light doses. And, while just snacking, some of what I ate was sort of heavy. Peanut butter, carrots, and celery sticks often tick my blood sugar up a goodly bit.
So? So, something more. A milked coffee, with artificial sweeteners... a mix of both liquid sweeteners, as that usually is more tolerable than either alone for some reason. And, perhaps, a few pieces of raw broccoli and cauliflower fleurets. No more peanut butter. That... has... a strange effect I don't prefer. I thought about dressing. But that all has probably been in the fridge for... years? Even chilled, I just don't trust it. Those and a bottle of water. I am dehydrating a bit, too.
Someone has been visiting. Looking far back, and at oddities. I don't know that I still have friends. A devil, they think, perhaps. And, not... completely... off track. Even, perhaps, if they know I have changed course, being a devil, even if as a servant of the Lord, God, the Holy Ghost... still a... difficult being. Oh, I... know. I have lamented this nature. A devil's advocate, even if come to the right ways, is still a devil. It's... in the details. Barbed from head to tail, innit. A rose of fire. *wink* So be it. I... understand.
Anyway... on to a bite. But I do notice. I feel bad, that some may no longer comment here. For... many reasons. But I do notice that they do visit. With great care, quietly, with doubt and trepidation. I as much feel your presence as notice your footprints, man, woman, even... child. And, I pray that you are not hurt here. But I can't... help that, not fully. So, I pray that if hurt, your wounds heal well. It is as much as I can do. Amen.
Have a great day. I will attempt to... get my life together. So tired, too hot, but things yet to do. It is okay. Later.
I do apologize for not being particularly chatty here. It comes from a long-standing effort not to make things all about me, but to devote myself to comments of genuine concern to others, or, failing that, to asking questions surrounding particular comments you've made. Believe me, if I was a much more aggressive correspondent I'd soon become very tiresome.
ReplyDeleteFear, or fear not. I suggest one thing. Dare.
ReplyDeleteStill, it is your call.
While I was not a patient critter, God has blessed me with some damnable conditions and situations. I have not only learned patience, I have accepted, even embraced it... to within my ability. Which grows deeper with time and added situations. As suggested, your call. But I have all the time in the world, the patience of at least Job, and an interest in the people and world around me.
Even if you think something said, or sounded, is off. Say so. Either I can explain or admit something. Being a sinner, even if brazen, isn't the losing. It's denying being a sinner, and choosing not to walk away from it... when, as, possible. Amen.