Not sure.

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My internals, stomach, feels like it was hit by a two by four.  Not a tap, but a serious hit.  I'm not sure if I ate something wrong, or the last four bm's beat me up.  They have been difficult.  As I said, too much cheese, by far.  Along with a lot of salami.  I have had to work to go.  Harshly.  No choice, either.  When it has to go, the pipeline and body say so...

Though, even if it is supposed to go, has to go, should go, that doesn't mean it will be easy.  Some of them have taken two or three concentrated efforts.  Others just one, but a lot of work.

Either that, or my meal was off.  The small pot was clean.  All of the food was fresh.  I just can't be sure whether it was, somehow, bad food.  Or whether it was from the effort of going to the bathroom.  I'll tell you, as much as I liked that soup, I am not going to risk eating more.  Sadly, I am going to get rid of it.  Was a can of something not quite right?  I always look, and smell.  I just can't be sure.

I just know I hurt really bad.  I will empty that, set it to soak, then pull another pot out to heat up corn and peas.  Adding butter.  For, while not feeling good, I still want to eat.  Yes, one of those days.  Oh, I best put in my dairy order.  Two, or three, quarts of cream.  Maybe a tub of their yogurt?  That would be easy on the stomach the next few days, whatever the problem is.

Blood sugar is 116, down twenty points from my fasting check.  All good.

Have a great day.  Will try to stay up to about 20:00.  That's sort of as late as I want to be up, but you know how those things go.  Me, you, everybody.  We... all want to play, live, etc, beyond our means?  I think most of us do.  Even the dying.  Maybe especially the dying.  Keep waiting for the special new Christmas morning?  When we might meet the real "Santa"?  Or... something in that neighborhood.  Death isn't terrible, especially when you have seen beyond.  And... have lived for the beyond, as rightly as possible.

Good evening, and probably good night.