Up?

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No, I think I'm pretty sure.  It isn't even a doubt.  A bit later than hoped.  But down a bit later than hoped.  Though, still, up and down earlier that the last few days.  Down at midnight, I think it ended up, and small change maybe.  Up at 09:30.  It was 66/68 upstairs, 68/68/68 down here, and 58 outside.  About as perfect a morning as I could request.

I went in pretty rough.  Wasn't... sure how this morning would turn out.  Or how well I'd sleep.  I really worried about tossing, turning, hurting, and such.  No need to have worried.  But... why?  I deserve pain, and a lot of it.  I have stressed every muscle group and joint to the point of exhaustion, then went and hit some other group(s), then came back when there was energy and flexibility back in what I had exhausted.  And, all week long.  Biceps, triceps, back in several flavors, legs, torso muscles, everything used, and reused, to exhaustion, over four days.

I... can't tell you what is happening.  I can only tell you this is... unusual.  Normally, I would be flat on my back, unless I could crawl to the computer for a few hours at a time, before crashing again.  I'm not even eating correctly.  Technically, I could go without eating for an extended period of times.  With the fat I have, all I really need is vitamins and water, which I take.  Though might up that without food.

But it's worse.  I had real pasta last night.  And?  Fasting blood sugar is 162?  Real spaghetti usually pushes my blood sugar from, say, the 100~150 range to the 300 to 400 range.  One meal of it.  Oh, I'll take it.  But... still.  Then again, the rest of food this week has been... righteous.  Well, except two fastfood meals.  I guess, burning enough calories?  Still, will buy right food this week, for the month.  Mostly meat, roasts, with some salad.  Veggies I have canned for now.  Though some fresh would be nice, too.  Bleh.  Oh, and a bit more cheese.  Yes.

Wow.  And I am not done.  I may not be doing hard or heavy work, but I will get the oven and stove cleaned, perhaps pulling it if possible, to get the sides.  And, boxes in this front room, plus some clearing.  A shower later, just body.  I try not to wash my hair every time, unless I have been sweating, working in dust and dirt, or otherwise have messed it up.  Actually, that has been every day this week, so far.  I have sweated for hours at a time, and actually through most of the work time, most of this week?  I honestly didn't ever realize I could still do that!  Until recently, if I could even break a sweat, I'd become exhausted to the point of illness.  Lose my balance, become dizzy, nauseous, and have to stop.  Wow.

I almost feel fully alive again.  Oh, and maybe, just to get out, clear a few hoses.  I'm not chasing exhaustion today though.  So, just slow, orderly minor efforts.  The stove first.  As I... don't like that job.  And, if I don't kick it out, it might... get left behind.  Wouldn't be the first time.

This is the second year on these medicines.  Could it just be, finally, doing what it does, and opening up?  This new set of pills?  Why would it have taken so long?  Perhaps because I didn't believe?  Or, perhaps, because it had thirty years of illness to work through?  I'll take it.  If I can get days and nights sorted?  More.

We'll see.  If I can get my house together, organized, cleaned, painted, reset?  We'll... we'll see.  If I can do that, and keep my schedule?  I know, I'm already slipping.  But this is one week.  I would expect that, after a thirty some year near coma.  A week isn't proof.  Even with this last spring as corroborating evidence.  The summer?  I need cooling.  There is that.  At least currently.  But, there is hope here.

Later.