Twenty two hundred.

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Exactly, when I woke.  I roused several times, earlier, but really wanted to sleep longer.  My actual goal was 22:00.  So, when I stirred, again, and saw the clock, I was pleasingly impressed.  With myself?  To some small and strange degree, yes.  And, it was just 11 seconds after, so... I could literally be up before it was 22:01.  So, I got up, right then.

A minor headache.  Hopefully it will pass before long.  All else seems fine.  Save, as usual, the exhaustion which haunts every single step I take, thing I do, and intention.

It was 67 near me, the bedside, floor height, alarm with a thermometer read that.  The other one, near the middle to far side of the room, at waist height, read 64.  Downstairs everything is reading 67.  Windows are open upstairs, not downstairs, and the door was shut.  Outside it is 48.  Wow.

Without eating for four hours, if blood sugar was going up toward the end anyway... if I took 12 cc's of fast acting insulin, though without food or drink (maybe that is the problem?), blood sugar is 176 fasting.  That is stupid.  But... it is what it is.  The weekly average is 124.  That is sort of stuck in the 120s, and has been since it fell into the 120s about a week ago.  From 123 to 127, and everywhere between, it seems.  Not sure why it isn't lowering.  I suppose that isn't terrible, but it's not great.  Especially as little as I am eating.  Almost no carbs, and few calories.  Well, I guess I did have black beans the other night, last night?  I... can't remember.  Recently.

Water is heating, for a fatted coffee.  But, then, I want chia breakfast.  Not sure which blend, but I think I will forego flax seed.  Two tablespoons of ground chia and one tablespoon of hemp hearts?  Two of that latter as well?  Something like that.  I need to get something going for my lips, chapstick?  Oh, I think I have better stuff.  For whatever reason, my lips are dry as death, cracking, beginning to bleed.  I have no idea why.

Hmm...  I am drinking less, and drinking mostly r.o. water.  I do have a bottle of perrier, from time to time, but more like a few a week, rather than a few a day.  I try to drink two quarts of r.o. water a day, probably should drink more?  Yea, maybe.  But, for now, lip balm as I attempt to increase my fluid intake.  I hate that everything I do has to be planned and implemented.  I would guess most people just... live.  Do.  I have to make conscious efforts, even to go the the bathroom regularly.  At least number one.  I have to remember that I have to go, and check.  Or I build up fluid.  It is a difficult life, to have some things which should be automated relegated to manual controls.  Even eating, drinking.  My body isn't... aware.  I have to be actively conscious of these things.  Be glad you... have an active body.

Oh, well, on to coffee, then breakfast.  Perhaps a few painpills.  The headache is shrill, unusually sharp.  Nothing else seems to be of issue, but that headache is a persistent thorn.  I've had much worse, in ways.  But this is so... intense, for as minor as it is.  Later.