Awake, but why?

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I can't be certain why I woke up.  Really, about an hour ago.  I tried to get on back to sleep.  It just wasn't going to happen.  So... up at 23:30.  I did really try to stay down.

Could stats be whack, off, up, or down?  Blood sugar is... 121?  Okay.  It's low compared to the last few days, but in line with earlier today.  And it's... pretty good.  It's excellent, actually.  It might not be 100, or less, but it isn't 200 or more, let alone 650 or more.  BP?  At 121/79 with a pulse of 71?  No, that's... good.  Good enough that I can come off more medicine if it stays in this range for the next few days.

I didn't eat.  So I don't have an upset stomach.  But neither am I hungry.  No nausea lingering.  I seem to have gotten over that, for now.  Nothing is wrong.  Everything is... in very good shape.  If... that is in itself unusual?  Right.  But why would that wake me up?

Hmm?  Pain?  Nothing hurts, or much.  Very light paints, as if I worked out well, and recovered over several days.  Echoes of pain, more than not.  Breathing is good, lungs are open and easy to fill.  My heart doesn't hurt.  It, and all in there, feels tight.  Not the bad sort of tight, the solid sort?  Comfortable, conditioned, well fed and oxygenated.

So... what woke me?  I just don't know.  I'll be up for a bit, but looking for a window of opportunity to go on back to bed.  It is as much as I can do.  But I am telling you, especially after the suffering in these last few days, I am feeling very good.  And the blood sugar?  That's... very very good.  I only saw that a few times on insulin.  Didn't matter how much I took, unless it crashed completely and I was struggling to survive it.  Bleh.  No crashes now.  And that after a full day, going on thirty six hours, of fasting.

A steak tomorrow, if I am not nauseated again.  Ugh.  Later, or goodnight... went looking for music.  Not a thing... presentable.  *blush*  Oh well.