An odd day.

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Down at about ten, up at twenty hundred, no choice, either way.  I fell so had to sleep, then woke, or my body did.  I wanted to sleep longer, no real good in trying.  I've learned that recently, again.  I've been... trying to taste from that soup for most of my adult life.  When it's bed time, that's it.  When my body wakes up, that too is it.

Blood sugar is... better.  It is 118 fasting?  Why?  I have no idea.  The only thing I have changed is having pickled meats, just a bit, per day.  But will be backing that off, to preserve those... make them last a few months.  The goal is to make a jug, last a month, or really, two of those gallon containers, one of each type, last two months.  So I can mix and match, don't get bored.

I wonder if it is more the vinegar base?  Though, the protein, and fat with the pork hocks, is probably slightly helpful too.  People used to eat these things for a reason.  Now, people eat potato chips, cheese "crisps", fast food, and soda.  They have no taste for the bitter, vinegar, and such.

To be fair, it took me a while to regain the taste for such things.  Fasting for a week at a time, pretty much, from food boredom, isn't a bug... it's a feature.  Then, when... after months of that, off and on, I tasted something I might have been squeamish about?  It... in small amounts... can be enjoyed.

Though, sometimes, with a new flavor, just from the boredom of other food, I overconsume.  But, with these, I am back to just... using them as just another food.  I can probably have just a single gizzard pair, or even a single one, for a meal.  Or two smaller pork hock pieces.  Those are all meat, and very edible fats.  Now, to get back to regular meats too.  That offers more variety, and I can further cut the consumption of these, somewhat expensive, treat foods.

My heart is tired.  I was up a bit too long yesterday.  I had been grouping with people, and it was working so well that I just stuck with it.  I think, from now on, I should group earlier in my "day", so that I am stuck with solo later.  Solo is much more difficult.  So... begins to slog me down, probably getting me to bed earlier.

My friend is in the boot for three more weeks.  Though he is suspicious something more is wrong than what they are suggesting.  Tendons, or such.  Doc is being recalcitrant about... don't much more.  He may have to fight for it, if it's still wrong.  Will he?  I don't know.  Don't want to become permanently disabled, but going back to work too early is more the risk than giving his foot the right care and time.  I'll not advise, anymore.  It's... his gig.  My last piece of advice was to request a second opinion if... that doc isn't doing right by his pain level, need.  It's a pushy move, but... docs aren't there for you.  They work for who pays them, and who pays them is an insurance that doesn't want to pay.

There is good with that, and bad.  But no one will take care of you, if you don't insist, sometimes.  I just didn't know I needed to fight.  I didn't know how.  And I went through a lot of years of hell for it.  But... he will have to choose.  Is his leg supposed to be in such great pain, even now?  Is there something he could do?  I don't know, but it's his show.  He... has to think, choose, research, decide, then accept or not.  I just know, trying to work when you can't is brutal.  And I tried, hard.  And tried to get through engineering school.  Did the math portion, and took a ph. d. level course, that mathematicians dread.  But couldn't stay in, couldn't keep up, couldn't have worked if I had completed it.  Ugh.  I know these things.

Well... on to gaming?  I think so.  Good day... night...