An early rise.

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It wasn't until 21:30 when I got to bed, give or take small change.  Waking at 04:00, give or take the same.  Small change being less than a decade of digits.  Not... in the best shape, but I have things to do.  First was to void like a racehorse.  But that isn't what drove me to wake.  There is room in the last pee jug.  Though, I have been using it only once or twice a night, and mostly once this week.  It's not as good as not wetting the bed, but there is similar pride in... being able to go most of the night.  

I sleep better with just going once.  Get more of my down time to actually rest and sleep.  Plus, having to go, in the morning, does give me added incentive to wake.  I hear it is common in older people.  Even over forty, and it becomes common.  That It wasn't until my early fifties, and that with diabetes, a bum heart, and medicines to deal with those (which all add to the white man's bladder burden), I suppose that is something?

Teeth brushed.  Sassy is all ready for food, but I am not quite ready to feed her.  She has been pushing for two cans of food a day.  Yesterday she got a can and an half, after several days of pushing me into giving her two cans.  In spite of splitting the cans out, she knows volume, it seems.  And she knows she is coming up light.  She is about as delighted as a serial killer giving a job termination or eviction notice.  Dagger eyes.  Still, I had been cutting, an will continue.  It's, just, she is so good at begging, and sometimes I am so distracted.  I don't know if she will ever lose weight, or just sleep more.  Ugh.

Today I have to speak with an untoward bureaucrat, if I can find him.  A pompous sort.  Who has been rude, about a number of things, mostly because we weren't interested in doing some pet project of his, online.  Didn't trust the bastard, and for good reason.  A face to face, though also speaking with several of his bosses, on up the line.  Right to someone who needs to get elected, letting them know I am willing to push things a bit.  It is a blue city, in a red county.  Will... see.  I think this poppycock is county, so... I may have some push to shove.  Will find out.

I may also do a bit of shopping.  I meant to pull more meat out to thaw last night, but forgot, with the blood sugar thing.  Blood sugar, this morning, fasting, is well down from yesterday, when it was 215, at 165.  That is... two days of insulin and testing.  Same slow acting insulin I was on, where it was going to 300 and more on, with only the addition of 28 cc's total of fast acting insulin during the day.  And... that number will come down.  It looks like I really do need some fast acting insulin.  I'll speak with my doctor about it though, and let him chew over the numbers.  Even at 60 cc's, they will have to send more slow acting, as I go through it faster.  If 60 isn't much better than the 26 I was initially set to be on.  Ugh.

Messes, fires, and trouble everywhere.  Tired, things to do, and places to go.  Don't want to, have no choice.  A shower, shortly.  Brushing teeth again later.  Well, today or tomorrow, or Monday.  When I am able.  Later.