Nearing bedtime.

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Twelve minutes, as I begin this, beyond when I was awake yesterday.  I'd love to push through more.  Will type this anyway.  Check Sassy's litter, changer her water, and feed her again.  But that will be it.  Other than finishing this.

The beef was better a day later.  Not great, better.  Warmed in the nuke.  Not cooked, again, just warmed.  Between that, coffee, and water, blood sugar was down to 133 today.  Not... what I want, but better.  Not fasting, that was... 169.  Bleh.

Look, blood sugar will be a problem the rest of my life.  And what I have to do to keep it even to this level isn't... practical.  I really can't do carnivore.  I can... do it for a while, and go on and off the wagon.  More, hopefully, going mostly general keto when I fall... eating leafy greens, even some corn, things like that.  If I may see if yams/sweet potatoes, squash, and such, might be better adds for me?

I am doing as much on my side as I can.  Given my general limits, for cooking, cleaning, and shopping?  Even staying up on a regular schedule.  Everything is more than a bit tricky.  Even, some days, just being able to eat at all, right until I am starving and would eat just about anything.

I'll keep at it.  My mother keeps calling, and leaving messages.  She... doesn't even check the messages I leave her.  It isn't so much punishment?  Or... quid pro quo?  It is just that I can't deal with the frustration.  If she wants to live on her own, just talking to me when she wants to?  I just won't do that.  Nothing... personal, not even really angry, simply a frustration I can, and will, do without.

I hope she does well.  She still has my brother.  They agree politically, and probably religiously as far as that goes.  And, she lets him call ever third to fifth day.  I wasn't able to call her twice a month.  And, I almost never got through.  She would call back?  Yea, no.  No, not at all.  So be it.

Hmm... on to cat tending, then bed.  Good morning, and night.  Where you are, it's likely good afternoon too?  Oh, get on with your new year.  You only get just so many of them.  Even if you got a hundred and twenty, that... isn't as many as you might think.  And they go faster than you might imagine.  It's... always now, no matter how old you are?  :)  Michael W. would have liked that.  Or... not?  He would have enjoyed it, like a dog enjoys eating peanut butter.  I wonder if Desert Cat still prowels.  I suspect he does, but he... doesn't talk anymore.  Did I break him?  I couldn't do what he wished.  I would have stolen his wife, too.  I don't share.  And, back then, I still could get well up into the... women worshipping capacities and sizes.  Still a two or three time daily thing, if... diabetes is eating my... did I say something?  Never mind.

Well, on to things and bed.  Hmm, best take medicine too.  I... remembered yesterday, both times, I do believe.  And plan to keep it up.  Be well.