That went smoothly.

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Mostly.  I was able to sleep on my favored side, and with less of a problem than on the good side the night before.  More fluid is helping.  I did do medicines, yesterday, save a full dose of the water pill.  For a bit, I'll just take one.  Feel the need to take something, as the extra fluid was showing up in my feet.  Gah!  Try as one might, eh?

I will be trying to cut sweeteners again.  That gets out of hand, from time to time.  And, before I know it, it's become a problem again.  Creatures of habit, and stress makes self-control... difficult to nigh on impossible.  For me to be sure.  On the good side, blood sugar dropped forty points from yesterday, and is back under 200.  Fine, 187.  I haven't been writing it because it's been right at or more... if the highest, yesterday, was 227.  Weekly average is back up to 189.  Bleh.

Though, too, when I don't eat?  Blood sugar, especially when drinking more coffee, with sweetener, tends to go up.  It's not the same as real, or true, blood sugar spikes.  It just isn't the same thing.  I have... means of telling.  It's like a simulated, or weaker, response.  It can and will fade much more quickly, if based on that, and doesn't have all the same side effects of usual high blood sugar (such as weakness to heat).  Heck, I've felt cool at 80.

Diabetes, when in full bloom, is one weird disease.  That isn't what this is.  Still, I want the number lower.  Especially because testing will be coming up.  Which reminds me, doc's office hasn't gotten back to me.  I need to get a blood test, or sampling of them.  Won't take diabetes medicine, no matter what though.  We'll use this as a test number.  Give the carnivore diet time to do it's thing.  I'll give it six months, to a year.

The thing is, I really have to figure out how to eat more regularly.  If you are going to carnivore, you really have to eat.  Or you'll go mad, and eat fast food, or other such nonsense.  Or gorge on candy.  Ugh.  Or, even, drink milk straight.

You know what gets me?  Women complain about men, then have children with them, and never understand how much they are like the children they are dealing with.  More like the child than a grown person much of the time.  I... don't care.  It just makes me laugh when I realize the absurdity of how they... think, reason.  Fair?  But either way?  Any way?  No, life isn't fair.  But that's not the point.  Have to laugh.

Yea, talking about milk can do that to a guy.  *grins*

Today?  A shower, trim, shave?  Dishes, finally?  Don't know.  Something, or things, keep coming up, eating my time, energy, spirit... mindspace or physical energy invaders, if things that need doing.  Gah!  But, I've enjoyed, in a way.  Jousting in the digital age.  Courting coup, taking economic scalps, burning people to their own corporate tentpoles.  Yippee kay yay, coming at you fast.  Don't be surprised when I'm on your doorstep.

Well, it's a... mood thing.  A morning wood can get the cockles ticked up.

Coming at you fast.  Better get it up, or I'm gonna have to...

*eyebrow thing*

Well... on with the day.  Later.