An hour after breakfast?

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Breakfast?  At night?  Look at the term.  Yes.  I broke my sleeping fast an hour ago.  So... breakfast.  It's... not a time, it's an action.  Which I took, an hour ago.

Oh, right.  I decided to test my blood sugar.  I thought I might be out of test strips.  But, no.  I had another pack.  It's all on my own, at this point.  So... okay.  Worth it, to check.  I expected, after a fatted coffee and half a ribeye, to be up just a bit?  And... maybe I was.

The read is very good.  At 187, it was good.  Last night it was 168?  I don't remember checking last night.  But it was right at bedtime.  Since I had eaten so much, yesterday, I guess I just wanted to see if I had blown blood sugars.  Nope, apparently.  Those are the lowest numbers I have had in... months.  Starvation isn't good for blood sugars?  Who would have known?  Other than those reads, the next lowest numbers were a few in the 230 to 280 range?  And, from the 18th on back, it was 330 to 380.  So, in four days I have halved it, by eating higher fats, sometimes proteins, and 1.8k to 2k calories a day.  Save yesterday, when I ate closer to... 3k calories, maybe 3.5k?  Crazy.

The good thing?  My guess is, with that low of a number yesterday, I... needed those calories.  And, yes, I may gain some weight back.  Two steps forward, three?  And then one back.  As with traveling, you can't always go from A to B.  Detours for accidents, congestion, repairs, or just because there is no road following a direct path.

Then again, today?  I don't think I will eat like I did yesterday.  The hunger just isn't there.  I think, just maybe, I only needed that one good go to get me back into trim.  I'll have another fatted coffee, in two or three hours.  Then, other than water, that will be it.  Having a double water now, about three cups, along with electrolytes.  Having trouble getting it down, but can tell by my bodies response, it is needed... wanted.  So it'll go down, in time.

Trying to remember everything is a bit of a trick.  Morning medicine, cod liver oil, and a few droppers of bitters before coffee on some days.  I don't terribly need it, but... I'd rather be safe than sorry?  So, every other, or every third day, I take two drops of the bitter icky stuff.  Then the cod liver oil, but both right as I finish making the coffee, so can take a swig of that to clear those two out in one fell swoop.  *gulp*

Then I take medicine, with the coffee.  After coffee, I like eating pretty quickly.  Steak, lately, but eggs will begin going in more regularly.  I'm thinking eggs, and steak, every other day, or so.  Ah, it's time to boil the eggs I have been storing!  They should peel easier this time.  A bit easier.  With those, boiled eggs, I will have four to five a day, on top of whatever other meat or eggs I eat otherwise.  I need to protein.

Then, sometime during the day, within six hours is the goal, I have to have another fatted coffee.  With that I take my afternoon medicines, plus B super complex, D3 and K, the mineral pack, and vitamin C.  But I'll tell you, getting everything in takes about all I can do?  Strange, but true.  Oh, and sometimes I have to get electrolytes in, or just water.  I am down to two to five cans a day, if usually on the lower end of that range.  Usually.

I am... doing better?  I haven't hurt so badly that I have needed painkillers in... a goodly bit.  Oh, the leg wound, from rolling last night?  I kept hitting it, somehow, somewhere.  Though, too, I thought I had put on a proper dressing, but hadn't.  I had just wrapped it with gauze, to let it air a bit.  But that was mostly removed this "morning", when I awoke.  So I dressed it rightly, adding the collagen pack and a better dressing.  I'm getting pretty good at that.  As well, I put compression on.

Well, leg compression.  That I can wear daily, do, mostly, these days.  It's torso compression that I need a break from.  Perhaps I will be able to use that more often, in time.  But, for now, I can't do it daily, or even every other day.  Then, again, as with the leg, I couldn't wear compression every day, initially, either.  Learning these things, training up to things, is difficult.  Can try to bull through, until you get thrown.  And, these things will throw you.  Hurt you.  Can kill you.  I... am learning patience and perseverance.  And gratitude to God for giving me at least half a brain, the will and strength to do the hard things, and the willingness to... listen... to people who know, to my body, and the ability to begin apply what is needed as it is needed.  And... just... to suffer.  Often quietly.

Very good.  It's not a perfect life.  I'm still mostly exhausted, most of the time.  When it gets hot, I crash hard.  But... better.  Life is getting slightly better.  If I am still on the fringes.  All good.  Later.