So very strange.

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I took... a lot of insulin.  I was afraid.  And, yet, so be it.

I waited two hours, thirty minutes.  And that, actually, after I had eating.  I tested, again.  Blood sugar dropped a bit, or a lot... to a readable number... of 529, bp is now 86/66 with pulse at 93.  SpO2 is 98, if I have been breathing through my nose to keep up.

It's the bp.  I haven't seen a bp that low since the last two times I was in shock... once from ripping my hand open with the slide on a pistol too small for my hand, and once from nearly dicing the inside flap of my index finger while trying to open a padlock package.

It hurts to do anything.  I am worried about blacking out.  I will have to speak with my doctor sooner than anticipated.  I am in a bit of trouble.  I may cut one of the medicines in half... the second to newest, down to five from 10 mg per day.  No promise, but it is something.  The newest medicine is too small for me to adjust, and would be difficult going forward.

Good, at least I know what the problem is.  That will kill me if I am not careful.  I am surprised it hasn't.  On the good side, it sure looks like we might be able to sort this high blood pressure out, and on less than I am currently on, of this or that.  I can actually lower one of three different medicines.  The newest is the one I fear the most, though the two before it hadn't been keeping bp low enough on their own.  So... we will see.

I was so tired, that after the read, and getting another (solidly keto) meal together, as I tore into it I couldn't finish it.  Had nothing to do with hunger.  My jaws were become too exhausted to finish.  I was just eating cheese and deli meat sandwiches, pork skins with hot sauce, and a few four ounce containers of fruit.  I doubt if I can eat the last sandwich even now.  Even the fruit was difficult to finish.  Crazy.

Further, my arms, legs, and midsection are absolutely burning, and hurting.  I am hoping to staying up another three hours, then do a blood sugar read, and maybe do a bit before going to bed.  Assuming I don't fall out of my chair, or crawl my way to bed.  No sureties.  I can't believe I am so absolutely exhausted, wrung out, sore, and just dying here.  Can barely keep my eyes open.

Later, or good night.