Well...

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So very tired.  I just... I wasn't sure I would get to anything that hadn't already been done.  But I so wanted the trash and recycling out.  Bottles, bottles, everywhere.  While I don't want to drink out of plastic, for now, it's what I can afford, and do.  And, so, I do.  Which means recycling.  Even if I know that is a lie.

I did get them policed, gathered, bagged, and with the rest of recycling, out.  And the last bag of trash, while at it.  Then both barrels to the curb.  Otherwise I was going to sit there, gaming, until I timed out.  I thought I might have timed out, but... no.  I... did get this, and Sassy fed.

After eating, and drinking, pretty much for the day, I decided to check blood sugar.  It is 106.  Sure, it came up twelve points.  But.. that is after all my food, drink, and else, for the day.  In and down.  I... can live with that.  If I don't understand it.  

Eyes are dilated again.  As if I did a lot of work.  Why?  Well?  I pushed it.  Hard.  These last few days I have been gunning things.  All good.  But it also means I'm pretty shot.  Getting the trash out, and doing that bit, earlier, up stairs, was about it.  Food?  Only because I had leftovers.  Still do.

But... wonderful.  I am sleeping so nicely up there.  And I'm not even done.  Oh, and to figure out a small ironing board for up there.  If I don't have one around here somewhere.  I'd like to get some things ironed.  Shirts, for now.  But, in time, some of my slacks.  Not dress slacks, those are for the dry cleaners.  Dress shirts too.  Just... how I do things.  But, slightly nicer slacks, sure.  I'll... give those a touch.  Even jeans, sometimes.  If I haven't been wearing jeans for a while.  Hmm, might do so again?  Or not.  Dunno.

I have several irons.  And I am sure I have a small ironing board.  I'd love to find a taller one.  Or a variable shorter one, that I could put on top of the folding tables?  Something like that.  I hate breaking my back, bending to iron.  But I want things to look... better.

Wow.  Not sure what changed, opened, healed, or got sorted, but I sure like what is happening.  Yea, it's over for a bit.  But not long.  I'll tell you, I like this so much that I want to keep going with it.  This front room, boxes, and such.  Right.  The spare room, bit by bit.  From clothing to else.  Definitely.  The laundry will get going, as will dishes.  I'll clean down to countertops, again, again.

Now that I know I can, and that it works, and it doesn't take "forever"?  Yeah.  I'm... more invested than ever before.  Especially if I can do some ironing, and manage food, plus keep health in check?  Yes.  Reminds me, medicine.  I best get that last dose in tonight.  But just back to the low normals I reached, before... chowing wrongly.

Oh, have started to take minerals, a mix and vitamin d3.  They suggest three a day, I take three in the morning and one or two in the evening.  Depending on how prone to cramps I have been.  And, yes, it has been helping.  Sometimes it's the little things, sometimes the big things, and occasionally it's a mix of all those and more.  I seem to really be doing well.

Too bad I couldn't have sorted this out decades ago.  They, the Navy and VA, just tossed me aside.  I didn't have a way out, until they finally started treating the heart, which gave me... a perch, from which to... find a better approach?  Medicine wasn't ever going to do it, they were right.  But they were wrong in discarding me.  Medicine?  Think of it as a crutch, or a cast.  Not something forever, just something to help you find... another way.  They didn't give me that opportunity.

Too old to do much.  Strength, memory, and other things are... fading.  No one would hire me either.  Just the way of it.  Oh well.  Though, to be honest, I haven't gotten to the point where anyone SHOULD hire me.  I don't have the ability to live a normal day/night schedule.  Doing better doesn't quite mean being able bodied.  It's, just... I think we had been doing this when I was twenty?  Maybe.  There was a chance.

The guy who tested me for the VA college program?  Said I... was the highest scoring individual he had encountered in his career.  What a loss.  Now, is that saying something about me?  Or about the service.  :p  Or... both.  Though, I did get tested at the UofI, to see if I had... intellectual problems... due to my illness.  They were... beyond impressed.  Their three levels of testing weren't... able to... test me rightly.  I was beyond their testing.  So... it... wasn't just the VA college testing.  Opportunity lost.  If I haven't completely quit.

Well?  A bit more gaming?  Until I crash.  Then on to bed.  Probably pretty early, shortly.  Or... not.  Ugh.  I hate that when teetering on the edge of extinction.  Later, or goodnight.  And... good morning.