A bit later, and not.

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I think it was 23:30 when I finally got down.  I woke at 4:30, if just in time to turn off the five alarm and go on back to bed.  The seven woke me?  Or did I was just before?  I didn't get up, had no intention of getting up quite immediately, in either case.

I hit the snooze a few times, planning on waking in a slow process.  I'm still tired from yesterday, from life in general, for the weather, age, lack of health.  So, while I planned to wake in the seven range, not the early part of it.  At about forty after, I hit the last snooze, then got up.  The space heater had been running.  The thermometer on the alarm read 60, but had been placed next to the outside wall, and near a window, so... it would read cooler.  The main thermometer in the middle of the room, at waist level, read 66.  Usually that will read from 55 to 57, though can go from 54 to 60, without anything else.  So that space heater, given time, does warm it up there.  Just not necessarily in the "corners of the room", as I think of the odd, outer, lower, windowed, spaces.

Oh?  He... showed, at eight, as he said.  I guess I didn't realize... it was eight, or that... he would be here when he said he would be here?  :p  The bathroom sink should be set.  Just needs time to set up.  The tube of silicon says twenty or thirty minutes.  I'll give it three to four hours.  The pipe wasn't... rusted through.  It was just rusted on the edge, a bit, so wouldn't seal.  this will easily, should easily, solve that.

As well, I receieved the paperwork to return the heated vest.  Anything with a battery, no matter how small, has to have tags and stickers and else.  Ugh.  So be it.  I need to check some other things, for fit.  Take it all back, at once, if it doesn't fit.

Oh, and asked about beginning to take the house apart.  Clear, clean.  I offered to help with the truck which they purchased, in order to begin moving stuff out.  I wouldn't mind being a tool lacky, or even to work on some small parts of it.  Is it a 50's ot 70's farm truck?  Not as in f150, as in grain hauler, or such?  Dump type truck?  It's... a bit old monster of an ag or industrial truck.  Should be easy to work on, in one way.  But... industrial, and rusted, too.  So... a bit of elbow grease on those wrench twistings.

Blood sugar is 165.  Surprised it isn't higher.  Had to... cheat yesterday, and did.  May have to cheat some more.  I've got to get some food in me, and just meat is... a bit too rich.  Gotta sort this out, and will.  But have to be back on my feet a bit, in order to sort it out.  And, I... think I'll get there, in time?  Or... am I just delusional, about these things, again.  God I hope not.

Hmm... on to waking up.  Maybe an attempt to cook the chicken thighs, see if they are any good.  If not, I have burger, another steak, and ground pork thawed.  Can make something.  Need to figure out how to boil eggs, too.  Those are extremely nice to have around, for a very quick and easy pure carnivore (to me, so superior keto) snack/meal.  And they take to salt very well, which is terribly needed.

I just can't believe carnivore is thrashing me so severely.  I was already all but carnivore, other than three to ten drops of that sweetener a day.  And have been for years.  That stuff was helping, I mean, I got blood sugar down from beyond the scale of my glucometer (so 600 to over 700 blood sugar) to the 230 range.  But, that last hundred, hundred thirty, wasn't... coming down.

So close, but not close enough.  Now, getting closer, if I can stay on the diet.  But finding nausea, dizziness sometimes, hunger of a sorts from my body not being able to utilize the fats well... either in my diet or on my body, too tired to stand, lots of problems.  Woth the struggle?  I think it is.  Have already dropped blood pressure medicine, and am struggling with blood sugar in the 120s to 160s as highs, and when I eat incorrectly.  When I eat right, I'm staying in the 120s... well, not eating right even then.  Ugh.  But... closer.

Initially, it is just about working my way toward the goal.  Can't believe I am still struggling.  There are times when I can easily go without food, so there is that.  But, that catches up with me, too.  Blindsides me into eating poorly, wrongly.  I keep trying to get there, may get there.  But, for now, it's... sort of difficult.  Will keep at it.

Medicine, minderals, a few painpills... the last two or three days have been pushed?  Sort of.  Pain is a price, and once I will try to mitigate lightly for a day or two, whether it works or not.  Though, if I caused the pain through effort, painpills are more likely to do some good.  It's only if I hurt immaculate when painpills do little or nothing more than once a week.  I... caused this.  So will try to... ease it.  

Oh!  The gift for my mother is out for delivery, to the right address... the new order... today!  All good.  She will be happy to see it arrive.  It means her kids aren't complete fools, and can deliver on time.  Even if... there are problems.  But, too, she was able to enjoy having drama.  Women and drama and problems and tears.  What would they do without those?  *grins*  In other words, men and all we bring and are.  I gotta laugh.

Later.