I've done what I can do.

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I got a shower taken.  Had hoped to get dishes in, done, up.  And... other things.  Not going to happen.  I did get on the scale, 262.  Not great, pretty much down to around where I had gotten it at my more recent best?  Now, the last time I weighed myself, I weighed 272.  So...  Though whether the ten pounds is recent or casual over time?  I suspect it is recent.  mostly because I don't have swollen feet, ankles, calves, torso, fingers.  So... water weight?  Likely.

Ah, but... I haven't had a b.m. in three days.  Four?  That will make a difference.  I can deuce a three to five pounder, when it's been a while.  We'll see.  But... I can only go when... I can go.  Nausea and little eating, plus this and that, sort of have me at zero.  I'll... get to it, when I... get to it.

I really wanted to get on with dishes.  Not even possible.  Can truly barely stand.  Getting to bed after this will be a trick.  I'll sleep well, most likely.  Unless I get to filling ill, or feverish, through the night.  It's possible.  Coming off medicines, spitting out poisons as my body pulls from fat, or tries.  Changes in bp, pulse, and blood sugar.  All of it at once.  It's a lot to metabolically handle.  I get it.

So ready for bed.  I hope I can do more work tomorrow.  A fresh shower, since that is still open.  Then to set up dishes.  Put them in for a soapy soak, then wash, rinse, dry, and set out to finish air drying.  Then, maybe, a load of laundry, or two?  Plus collecting clean, to be taken upstairs and sorted.  Well... I'll see what is possible.

I am tempted to check blood sugar again.  But, no.  I don't have many of those, test strips.  So I'll... be careful with them.  Plus, I haven't had anything to eat since the last reading, or two hours before it.  And I'm not feeling particularly bad or good, so that I might want to be sure.

What a world.  This is miraculous?  It is.  Could thirty, nearly forty, years of ill health been fixed by just eating meat?  Really?  That's... crazy, insane, rude.  Though, wait.  Just because I get bp and blood sugar to good numbers?  That doesn't necessarily arbitrate the ill health that was causing it.  There is that.  Damaged goods are, and will always be, damaged.  You can make them run better, but you can't always repair what is wrong.  I'll... see.

Still, for as stumblingly clumsy as I have been today, as tired, exhausted most of time, I have been?  I have done a reasonable amount of work.  Not as much as hoped.  Not as much as others might well do.  But compared to others, in my condition?  I have done... very well.  And I will do more tomorrow.  Goodnight.