Not bad.

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I crashed so fast and hard, I forgot to set the alarms.  Which... worked.  I had been planning to set them around four and six.  If the goal was to wake up before they went off.  Which... I did, if without setting them.  Awake at two.  I took my time getting out of bed.  A leisure no human can deny, unless they have to get going.  But, if allowed?  A slow, gentle, waking is... truly luxurious.  Doesn't matter what time.

Good sleep, which I mostly got.  A slow wake up period.  All good.  I prefer to pop out of bed, mostly because I often am still tired, and hate the process.  But if I slept well, and feel rested, then a slow waking period is nice.  I just haven't had good sleep for most of the last thirty seven... thirty eight... years.  So, ripping the bandaid off, and just popping up, when possible, is what I did.  Or... just kept sleeping after trying to escape slumber.

Life has slightly improved.  Just... my days and nights still spin.  Getting back to days... for a while.  Nearing.  The major recent problem is peeing.  I can't, well, often.  Feet and torso are loading up.  Weight was 238.7 yesterday, and it's mostly just water retention.  My toes really ARE little piggies.  I would bet, if I could get the water out, I would weigh five to ten less.  Working on it.  A few extra furosemide (waterpills) a day.  For the last three, four.  It just isn't working.

Oh, but blood sugar is 105, fasting, this morning.  Very nice.  That's with nothing, no medicine, not using the proper allulose (if using the less effective form of it?).  I'm not... sure how that is working.  But... okay.  I'll take that on any given day.  That is a 5.28 A1C equivalent.  However, A1C is a "three month average", while blood sugar is a spot check.  Just... saying.

I must have slept a bit off, or too deep in the same spot.  A slight kink in the neck.  Since I so rarely use painkillers these days, have no desire or need or want, I don't mind taking a few this morning.  Far fewer than I used to take.  Just two, rather than four.  All good.

It is 36 out this morning.  Not... warm, but well above freezing.  Take what you can get.  It's when it drops below freezing out there that I get so cold up there.  Sleeping right beside a window.  Even with curtains, and warm blankets, and else, if I am not tucked in well, and the blankets are bunched or otherwise not wrapped around me well, yeah.  It stays in the low to higher 50s.  Which, generally, is my favorite sleeping temp.  And, 72 downstairs.

I tried to arrange it so that the downstairs would cool off while I slept, and warm when I woke.  But my schedule made automating that impossible.  As well, coming down while it is in the mid 60s?  Was too much.  Like the ground hog, it would drive me right back to bed before the furnace could warm the house enough for me to stay awake.  I... tried... many times... various ways.  My body is near death, it... can't handle the cold... and be awake.