.
Tea. I thought it might help. I used the oolong, with chamomile and hibiscus. It was okay. I like the white tea a bit more, but this is a good alternative. No mint this time. And, next time, I'll probably just have oolong alone. I had hoped it would help me... recover, wake, revive, whatnot.
Nope. Oh, I've stayed awake to 19:00. But I think I would have anyway. Further, I think that is about it. I'm coasting down to a crash. Down the road, over the cliff, into the dirt. At least that is merely a sort of... parable? Something like that. Unless I try to drive somewhere. I would crash. Or be greatly pained to stay awake.
No worries. I'll just go on to bed. Hmm, I am thinking of trying to get a shower in, then go to bed. Food? No, I'll skip food again today. I did have a fatted coffee, tea, and several waters today. But I've only been awake since 16:xx? Or so. I think? Wow. Exhausted beyond my means to think, remember. Two more days of not eating? Or just this one. I... can't remember. Not much if I did eat yesterday, half a thing of soup, with veggies and jerky? If... that was yesterday.
I would eat, today, if I had boiled eggs ready, or meat thawed and an easy way to cook that. But, as is, that won't happen. Tomorrow? Maybe. Probably not.
Cold, wet, dark, dreary, outside. But that's fine. It isn't truly cold. Though, even with the furnace at 74, it feels cold. I think that is my problem. Not eating enough, struggling with dehydration, not eating the best of foods when I do eat. These things catch up with me. Even with the electric blanket, I am struggling to stay warm enough while sleeping. Even dressed more warmly, even with thick wool hunting socks up to my knees. Struggling.
All good. I'll keep at it. A shower, sure. Then a bit of time to dry off. Then to bed. I'll wake when I can, and try to get to things again. Ugh. Not complaining? Oh, I'm complaining. Won't help, and still hoping to push through a bit, when... possible. But, yes, whining.
Later, or probably good night. Might tinker, after showering. But hoping to just crash early, and wake early.
I think we all need a bit in our bellies to help "warm" us through the night. Maybe thats what throws me off. Nothing to digest, (we discussed toxins) but maybe all we need is a bit to digest. Our gut needs something to do.
ReplyDeleteJust a thought.
I know that, while carbs are bad for my diabetes? They are excellent for warming fast. A spaghetti dinner, with wheat pasta, will heat me like a cast iron wood burning stove. I haven't found protein or fat to be a warming food, if full day fasting, or multi-day fasting, is worse.
ReplyDeleteYour mileage may vary.
Something for you to experiment with. Curious how other people do, regarding my pet theories. Won't cost anything, just some time and thought.
One major thing I learned from my Hospital stay is... proportions. You can eat more meals, with greater variety, IF you keep them SMALL. Hospital actually got me back on coffee. For awhile.
ReplyDeleteDoesn't have to be a full plate, a three fingered pinch of pasta with sauce -n- meat. 'Tis good.
But when nothing sounds good... what do you do?
Right. Well, there are two types of people. People who can moderate, and people who can't. I'm in the can't camp.
ReplyDeleteOh, it would start with portions. Then end up a pound of just pasta, with the rest on top. I know this, about me. Same with alcohol. If I started, I might be able to do a beer, or two, or drink, or two, or shot, or two, for a while. But before long, I'd be diving to the bottom of two or three fifths. Only a few times a month, and can't drink two days in a row, often not two weeks in a row. But when I drink, get out of the way.
Not a mean drunk, just... a serious one.
Understood, I was the drunk that would get everyone home, no matter how or where or how messed up you were... we'd get back to the fleet landing.
ReplyDeleteI have a story 'bout no-one knowing I'm drunk... Driving a navy morale/ recreational vehicle... Aaaalll the way 'round Pearl Harbor...lost... the Rec. dude is passed out in the passenger seat... I'm driving... drunk...lost... made it... details upon request.
Always up for a good story.
ReplyDeleteSomething that impressed me was what sailors did. I'm... surprised any of us, those of us with some balls, made it out without being sent to Leavenworth... especially with as xuntish as some, many, officers were. Chiefs were usually on our side, up to a point. But certain officers not so much. A few good ones, but...