Brutal.

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But how would I live without pain?  My torso feels like it was used as a punching bag by the boxing team.  I hope their hands hurt!  But innards don't feel good either.  I've always wondered if... something happens when I sleep.  I have dreamed of fighting demons, and giants-nephilim/devils... kin.  I think I fought last night, and this last week.  Not happy with the direction I have chosen.  If, I am trying to get them to understand.  There is a price for teaching the Good Word to the damned, of choice or nature.  I... don't mind the pain.  Plus, I need to keep in shape.  *rictus grins*

Oh yes, the dreams.  Makes me hungry, oddly.  I really do think with my stomach.

A bit rough, but I'll... get to things, and hopefully to sleep early.  I need to remember to take insulin, too, with a meal.  I'm thinking pork, veggies, and a potato.  Especially since the kefir derived creme fraiche is solid enough to use.  I am letting the other cure, at room temp, for a bit longer.  I also reset the buttermilk, and am going to try to get that to work correctly.  I just don't think it was strong enough, in the yeast and microbe department.  I gave it milk, and a day out, and have put it in the fridge.  I don't want it to completely sour, too fast.  Just... a bit, to be used a few times a month.

And, I have been enjoying kefir.  Kefir, and a fatted coffee, is all I have had today.  So far.  blood sugar did go up a bit, if I think that was from sweetener used in the coffee.  But only, say, 20 points?  Even so, I had meant to use 20 cc's of insulin, but forgot.  I'll get that with the pork dinner.

I called my mother.  Just... checking on her, since she is ill.  She didn't answer, which is fine.  I left a brief message.  Like or not, I'll keep up on checking on her the next few days.  Answer or not, she knows I am checking.

I will try to get to bed by, say, 17:00, give or take an hour.  Best feed Sassy as I get my meal set up.  Have a good one.  Later.