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I was looking for the burger. It was left in the oven. It doesn't smell, but it's not good. So I just double bagged it, in grocery bags, tied it up, and tossed it. Yes, it's not good. Nothing else really available for dinner or supper, whatever you call it. Which is fine... I really wasn't hungry anyway? Hmm, maybe there is something in there, easier to eat. Or... it just doesn't matter.
The last time I checked, it was only down to 68. But that's been two hours ago? It just isn't cooling off all that much. Humidity is holding it, or was. Which is fine too. I just doesn't matter. I should sleep well. Oh, but it is up to 70? Strange. Humidity? A front of some sort moving in?
Back on to bed, I think. Maybe another can of water, plus night medicine.
Sometime this week I can hope to get to town. A bit of business with one bank, shopping at possibly two stores, and? I think that would be enough. With the new way into town, it's far easier to get around. I still can't believe the trip is so much faster. But, yes, it cuts ten to twenty minutes off the run, and gets me to a more central part of town. Even with them working on one of the central east/west corridors, there is a minor north/south corridor that makes bypassing that easy enough.
The pain has almost completely eased on the leg wound. I would like to call tomorrow, to see if adding fluid is a thing, with this. Or if that is completely not a thing. I think not, but would rather ask a stupid question than just guess. I don't think I'll be out tomorrow. Just so very tired still. Hoping things, weather, and else, improve a bit through the week.
Water, medicine, sleep. Goodnight.
Sirloin and phat coffee, with a nibble of a milk bone dog biscuit... What?, you feed it to them, you haven't tried it?... not bad, a bit bland though. Had that yesterday. Today, Salmon and (dammit... someone bought a loaf of that "artisan" "big cloves of garlic baked in") bread. Two thick slices with my Irish butter...sooooo good. No dog biscuits for this guy today. Maybe the butter would help...
ReplyDeleteSleep patterns off, days off I'll tend to sleep the clock around 12-16 hrs. Best sleep at night when my schedule says I should be awake. Had to force myself out of bed at 0600, when normally that's the time I'm closing out the paperwork and getting ready for turnover to Dayshift.
Mystery bruises are showing up less, and not lingering as long. Wispy fine arm hair slowly returning, still nothing on legs, toes or fingers. 271# at last weigh-in. Took a big inhale through the nose, smelled ammonia, one of my "liver triggers" not getting rid of ammonia, I have a "laxative" to take to flush the excess. Random bloody noses are becoming more rare.
Overall, I think I have a handle on how to steer this thing, now I need to figure out how to weather the storms to come.
Peace be with you...
No! I don't eat dog biscuits! But I used to eat them. As a kid. I guess they trained me not to. Though, too, I don't have dogs. Otherwise I might have tried them again. I think with my stomach, right to curiosity. I must admit, cat food and treats don't tempt me at all, but... they don't feed cats well at all. Dogs? they get slightly, to a lot, better food.
ReplyDeleteI get that ammonia/or other smell once in a while. The thing is, it seems a lot like keto/carnivore breath. I just assumed it was that. If so, electrolytes can help. Which is what I do, and it seems to manage it, so... yeah. Just a thought. Especially if you are into some lower orbit of ketosis. And, then eat something that bumps you out. So that you keep reentering ketosis. That might be it too.
My sleep and waking is totally off too. Something is really wrong. I haven't been eating enough solid (what I call real) food. But I found a few good steaks in the freezer, and thawed them. That should give me six days of real food, if I can eat that much in a row... or not. Just three steaks, but I can only eat half a steak a day? Maybe more, since it's been a while. Sometimes that hunger just grabs me by the balls and drags me to the dinner table, and I eat like a beasty. Will see. Cooking one tonight, shortly, after I can more fully wake.
Summer? That will kick things around. But there is something else. It still feels like I am recovering from being racked, hard, in the groin. And have or am recovering from a bladder or on down infection. Strange.
No, I've been a good boy for the last twenty years. Otherwise I'd worry about that. And, haven't used a sit down toilet out of my house for... years? I don't have an std or such, but it almost feels like that as well. Never had one, but had to guess what one would feel like. If I had just been with a new woman, I would be checking. Which... is why I require blood work before messing with a dame, no matter how good she seems. But especially if she is a bit fast, if you know what I mean.
Yes, you are losing some weight. On keto it will be back and forth. Until you go carnivore, you won't win that. I fought that very battle for five years. So was constantly on, then off, ketosis. Though I would get up to as high as 315, as low as 260. But couldn't keep it.
Still? I'd rather see you at least tinkering with ketosis. When you realize what I realize? You will... be more ready to go true carnivore. And, as to bread tempting you? Lord knows, it will happen. Seems living solo would be easier, but it's not. Arby's is my current dietary achille's heel. It had been McDonalds, and a local pizza shop after that. It'll always be out there. You will fail time to time. At this point, when after days or weeks or months of doing good, if I fail? I just enjoy. I don't even bother with guilt. If I do it too often, then I just begin pushing again. Buying better steaks, for a while, to... lure myself back. Bleh.