Down twelve hours?

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Or eight?  Depends on which clock I looked at when going to bed.  One of them was very off.  Perhaps the batteries are going?  Not only did it go the wrong way with daylight savings, it went the wrong way three more times.  And more.  It was reading 01:30 at 17:30 this evening.  I have reset it, will see if it keeps dropping.  Change the batteries if so.  It's only a few years old, but is Chinese.  Actually exceptional, to be honest, in other aspects.  But for $15, I'd expect a bit more longevity.  We'll see.

Fasting blood sugar is 170, it was 165 when I went to bed.  Ate carb heavy, though, and on purpose, so that I wouldn't drop, crash, my blood sugar eating mainly keto.  This was.. planned.  I just hoped it would be less than 250.  Check!  Candy should arrive Monday.  Then I can push more keto and tow the line a little closer without fear of having to dig through for something to keep from passing out into a diabetic coma.  The brain doesn't work really well when the floor tries to come up at you.

Death... itself... isn't a... bad thing.  But, I... have a responsibility, at this time.  The life granted me isn't... mine?  It... is a duty, a responsibility.  Captain, on this ship of fools?  I... like that intimation.  It is fitting, right, true.  But, it's... my job now.  For I can do no other.  So... so I will manage these things to the best of my ability, even through the pains, suffering.

Wrestling, all night.  With who, or what, I cannot say.  All night.  Sore, from it.  As if I just went through a meet, having to wrestle four or five times through the day.  Drained, sore, weary.  Win?  Lose?  Draw?  I... don't know.  I never quit.  Couldn't?  Didn't?  Wouldn't?  Yes, and... no.  Still, better than the machete night.  That was... a bit rough.  Rougher anyway.

I believe I will have beef and beans again tonight.  Just to keep blood sugar slightly elevated.  Won't eat much more.  A few fatted coffees and water, otherwise nil?  Maybe some peanuts.  Trying to manage blood sugar otherwise, though, keeping it lower, until supper.

So warm though.  I thought blood sugar must surely be higher.  Almost a fever, in behind my face bones... you know what I mean?  Wearing a long sleeve hoodie, longjohns, heavier pj's, socks, and shoes.  Had a robe on too.  But those are normal, lately.  Makes 57 to 71 seem warm enough.  Well, and the beard.  I think the beard has done more for cool weather warmth than anything I have ever tried.  It makes being on medicine a bit more tolerable in the cooler weather.  Normally, lower blood sugar makes me more susceptible to the cold.  I'll try a short sleeve t, and skip the housecoat for now.

Well... on to gaming... maybe a fatted coffee to help kick things off, and a short sleeve t.  I keep praying, thanking God for what I do have, hoping what I can do is enough.  Asking Him to push me along, if it isn't, or at least let me know.  Still surprised He hasn't called me home, but that's His choice.  Now worries about my resistance.  If He wants me home, I'll... get there.  No doubts about that.  Later.