Awake, with a better headache.

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Too warm, too quickly.  It is 81 upstairs, or was.  I had the door shut, so that might have been part of it.  The downstairs, mostly, is in the low 70s... 72 mostly.  While the front room held onto heat and was 77, probably warmer now.  I need to shower, get in fresh pj's, and open the front door a bit.  The headache, I think, is from the warmth.

Now, the warmth isn't bad.  But... going from the 60s to the 70s I could handle, but then shifting, in three days, from the 60s to the 80s was a step too far, too fast.  If it stays there I will be able to acclimate to it, in a week or two.  Which, to be absolutely honest, is nearly miraculous.  Two years ago, and even the higher 70s was killing me.  Three years ago?  But, from then on back to when I first became ill.  Lost all heat tolerance.  It has returned, better than I remember it even when younger... in highschool.  Even when I was merely 6'4" (almost) and 140, 180.

The cold is, or was, mine.  Still, to a degree, is.  Dressed minimally, I can handle the cold.  Dressed less, I can handle it, I just can't do much.  But that heat has been my bane since youth.  I could, and did, fight through it.  North West Iowa, I don't need to say more, if you have lived there.  Especially having been raised there before there were such things as home air conditioners.  And, more, when we would work in the fields, for school clothes money.

Anyway... just a bit hot, a bit quickly, tonight.  Which is why I am awake.  Just a bit too warm and stuffy, in too short of an order.  Yes, a shower, tending waterers, chores, a bit more open around the house, maybe a fan from the basement up and going.  But, first, a coffee.  Maybe that, and some painpills, will help with the headache.  Hmm, I'll put something decent on, so as to open the front door a crack, though, too.

Do you know what it is, to see her dreams?  I do.  I... didn't mean to be rude, by the way.  I forget a few of those lost loves still wander the world, and some still look in, from time to time.  They know of that which I write.  Yet they burn for getting too close to fire.  No matter how loving, actually the worse for the truth of it.  As I just wrote, I... was just writing what I was seeing.  I didn't mean to... cause pain.  Mostly.

Blood sugar was reasonable, at 154.  That isn't fasting.  I had a bit before bed, some meat sticks and a final fatted coffee.  And that was just five hours before waking.  Still, not bad, all around.  Still trying to get fasting numbers down.  Might push slow acting insulin up a notch or two.  If I could get fasting blood sugar more under control, I often end up needing less fast acting.  But, there is always some problem.  Either I eat poorly, one meal or three or for a week, or the numbers just go off the rails for no good reason.  It is, at this point, what it is.  Well, maybe I will give the current dose a bit more time.  And, this read isn't an actual fasting read.  Though if it would have been higher or lower is another question altogether.  Later.