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Sometime before midnight, maybe after, but within an hour either way, I went down. Well. No ac. Again last night? I think I have been turning it off most nights, lately. But, this time, it was never turned on. A fan was going, two windows open. It was 77 near me, 75 in the main, but that was more than reasonable. Downstairs it is 70 in the main, 72 up in the front room, with the place about as open as it gets. I am quite comfortable in unders, shorts, a short sleeve henley, and a baseball cap. No socks, but I do wear the clogs.
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About those? They are... oddly very uncomfortably comfortable. What do I mean? Have you ever worn clogs? Capital letter clogs, as in the brand? Oh, wait, crocs is what their brand name is, they are clogs, made by crocs? Right. Anyway. If you haven't worn them, you won't get it.
In the footbed are tiny needles. They don't puncture the skin. Plastic, to thick, not sharp enough. But they do stimulate? Yes. They stimulate the foot bottom a lot, a LOT. It... took weeks to... master the sensory overload? I can't say master. Learn to tolerate? Yes.
Anyway. I think that does something to the body, whole health type thing? But for good or ill? I cannot say with certainty. I think it is for the good, if you can tolerate and adjust? Or is it learning to tolerate and adjust that is the trick itself? I have no certainty here. Only that... it does something, and I suspect it is toward the better, or I would have quit them. But it did take... a long time. And I am not absolutely certain I am more than just on the beginning of a new threshold with them.
As a diabetic, my feet are... odd. I can feel. I am very sensitive. But, too, it's like sensitive and numb at the same time? It's as if my flesh has died, but still hasn't quite quit, somehow. Ah! Like me! These shows exacerbate the sensitivity... AND the numb sensation, at the same time. Ever had diarrhea and nausea at the same time? Not sure... which... end should be on the porcelain throne? It's... like that, only with the feet, and without as much control. :p
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No food since Thursday. Not a long time, but when you have a minor hunger, it seems longer. Probably no food today. Maybe not tomorrow. Why? I... just can't eat. However, because of that, I won't be taking medicine today. If I don't eat, I won't take it tomorrow either. Well, antibiotics... because. Just not heart medicine.
Blood sugar if finally becoming... prettier. It is 113 fasting this morning. Not perfect, but good enough for a trend line point on the way further down. Weight is at 234.8 or something? Why? I guess... whatever. Bleh.
I will take vitamins and minerals. But, taking medicine, after several weeks (or at the very least a week) of greatly reduced consumption, medicine begins to have an exagerated effect. Just eating a fairly reduced menu increases the potency, somehow. Perhaps the body simply needs less medication, with edible stressors gone? Which is why hunter gatherers, who don't have food every day, don't get sick. If due to the rigors of the life, also don't live as long? We have, or can have, a strange mix of those two today.
It was the herders who tended to live the longest. Not the hunter gatherers, and certainly not the farmers. Well, the land owners might have, but not those who worked the land before tractors. Lots of numbers, variables, constants, and in various areas to put in, for a solid actuary chart, but... the numbers are in there. Meat eaters do better, all else being equal. Harder workers, but not slaves, do better. Now, though, it seems like the rentier class has managed to surpass, but with pills, and surgeries, and sometimes access to better provisions, should they choose the better among those. But that, at this time, is artificial. Like the bimbos who look good, but are all fake, plastic bits, with artificial faces (until they look like melting ice cream).
Hmm? Oh, right. Thinking out loud. It would seem I am more like the rentier class, but without the interest, or ability, to go that way. It's a brutal, short, angry, pushy life. Does someone have to do it? I think so. Can't judge them wholly as a single class, so I'm not even saying that. Until they become an economy of their own, then... yeah. Something has gone terribly wrong.
What? I don't know. Just... the mind going through flips and flops as it wakes. I'm just reporting the results. On to... other things. Good morning.
Something must be going around, slight sniffles, chills/sweats past couple days. Strange one, my right ear has been clogging up recently, roll onto my left and after a couple seconds "pop", I can "hear" again. (That ear happens to be the one "doc" asked me when did I perforate my eardrum)???(never? I don't know?)
ReplyDeleteHalf a burger-n-fries driving in. This morning at home, dogs got the bread and fries. Handful of meatballs to augment though am full, won't push it, will probably bag them for later, the dogs have gone upstairs... so, later.
I hate when I get sick like that. Usually only every four to six years, but when I get it, it drops me for a week or two.
ReplyDeleteI have something with my ears too. I used to be able to dive, deep. Now I can't get to the bottom of a 12' pool without it hurting too much to go on. I keep looking. Hmm, could see if my gp could send me to be looked over, visit a specialist. Would... like to get to diving again, especially if I make it to the Philippines.
Oh? So you are hitting carnivore? Or... getting closer? Leaving grains and starches? Good. It's... a tricky wicket, no doubt. I'm still struggling, fall from time to time.
I must admit, a bit, to being jealous of having dogs. I love Sassy, and don't give even her enough attention. So I'd break dogs. But the idea is good.
Maybe, if I get to Argentina, I'll... get a dog or two, if I find a place, have a women, and plan on settling in more? Who knows. I'd prefer german shepherd, or bigger, though. A shepherd saved my life as a tot. Had several of them growing up. I... like... their... ways.
Ah, PI. Have done some street view "touring" of Magsaysay street, where we used to drink& whore... similar but so different. Recognize but not the same, history rhymes... Same with Pattaya beach, Thailand. Texas street Pusan,... HK... Singapore... Dubai unrecognizable.
ReplyDeleteG. Shepherds... get a mix if only for their poor hips. I hate to say it but as I age I see the benefits to a yappy, cuddly, lapdog. (though I had a Bernese Mountain dog "mix?" at just south of 200# that considered himself "My" lapdog.) Thinking 20-50# my next range. And an "older" rescue... they deserve a loving home.
Wow, I'm all weepy now, will go.
I never did much whoring. Drinking? Okies. And I did get around. Eight kids, six out the shoot... that I know. I did try a hooker, or three, just... wasn't my gig. Too much free wild leg out there, all but for the asking. "Madame, are you using that leg, at the moment? If not, could you... lift it a hair, or so?" :p
ReplyDeleteI like shepherds, or bigger. I won't be having them just for pets. They'll be working dogs too. You have to train them to it, or thieves will befriend and just take them too. But... it's... better to have a beast or three to warn, and protect. I think. Especially in these days, and the darker ones on the horizon.
Weepy? And I thought I was chickish! Ha! As long as you don't get hot and cold flashes, you might be forgiven some sentimentality? :p
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P30wjPKO-5I
ReplyDeleteOld Dogs and Children, and Watermelon wine.
I thought he was a lot older than... he seems? Or is that an old song recently uploaded? But... okay. Sailors, marines, most servicemen... have similar cryptonites. Not sure about dames, who play those roles, they... aren't wired that way.
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