A very pleasant surprise.

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I ate out earlier.  And, while picking things up at the hardware store, I bought candy bars as a treat, snickers.  One for each of us.  I ate mine immediately.  Hungry, in a wrong way, right when temptation was present.  Then, after returning home, I had spaghetti... all minimally keto, mostly carnivore.  So I was a bit worried about blood sugar.

When waking, a few hours ago, I decided to test.  Might as well know the damages.  Blood sugar was 103, fasting.  I'd take that any day, these days.  Why?  How?  I guess doing work helps?  Can't be absolutely sure.  I did test after all that, and blood sugar was 122.  I expected it to go up.  Nope.

Absolutely bushed though.  I keep needing sleeping, and taking short to long naps.  If the long naps are really just a typical night of sleep, just at atypical times.

I would really like to do things.  I simply can't.  I have pushed my body to it's limits.  Even putting in extra calories, here and there, even of the "wrong" kind, doesn't seem to help me push through.  I'll have more spaghetti.  Keto, of course.  And perhaps another fatted coffee, or tea?  Or... just stick to water.  Yes, water.  With electrolytes.  That's good, from time to time.

Legs and feet are doing much better.  Drained.  Though I probably still have fluid in the torso.  But that is slowing going.  A few days without meds, and... yeah.  Bloat like a balloon.  Thankfully I didn't have to mess with doctors.  The ones available weren't helping, the other ones simply weren't available.  I'll have to fire them all, use herbs.

Yes, I won't be doing much, for a while.  Not until I can stay awake, and actually simply fully wake up.  I'll have a bite to eat, then go on back to bed.

My brother texted.  Wanted me to call.  Wants me to see mother.

He had talked about getting her out to Texas, but I knew that wasn't going to happen.  One way or another, they would back out.  And they have.  Too expensive, wouldn't be good for her, etc.  Just caused her enough to cut of ties locally, in prep, only to then back out.

Does he have a point?  Minimally.  But he should have thought of that before getting her set up to go.  I figured it was bogus from the start.  But what can you do.

Of course, he wants me to go... because his daughter is getting married in... two year?  Maybe?  And the wedding will cost $20k?  They both work, he gets full retirement and full disability (military).  They don't have any children at home, and the one child in school is, or was, at a two year?  Really?

Oh, he is disabled.  But he has enough money.  Doesn't want to go?  Okay.  Complicated.  Sure.  But it's not much better here.  Easier for me to go, but much more economically difficult.  Plus, he has no say.  If I go, it's because I can, and will, not because he says so.  He was never that sort of big brother.

He suggested he would go out, sometime, later.  I suggested, if I go this time.  When he goes next time, that we coordinate, so we can both be there together.  He absolutely didn't want to do that.  I said it wasn't for us, it was for her.  But, no.  He didn't think so.  Then again, he doesn't think mother is good enough either.  So there is that.  I'm surprised he bothers.  With either of us, for any reason.  He really doesn't like us.

On to getting something to eat.  Then back to bed.  Good night... again.