Up a bit late.

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Better, or I should say earlier.  But... need to push for even earlier.  I have an early morning appointment coming up.  I am a bit worried.  Have genuinely been trying to wake early.  Setting the alarm clocks, varying bed times, even sleeping through whole days.  Difficulties.

Dying faster?  Maybe, maybe not.  Certainly closer to death than age would indicate.  It's... like a piece of mostly dead near orbit space debris.  If it is falling into the gravity well, but has propulsion, or enough remaining velocity, inertia, it just won't fall.  Inertia, though?  Or some propulsion I simply don't understand... the hand of God?

Back hand?  Why accept that?  In pain is humility.  But, more than that?  It means there is still hope for you, as He continues to attend you.  He only gives you what you can take.  Some of us are born to suffer.  I am finally, fully, open to it.

Blood sugar is 96 fasting!  Always good with that.  Had ribs, with barbeque sauce last night, keto barbeque sauce.  Having the ingredients on hand?  Mother is using what I merely collected.  Never got to making things, most things.  Between the inability to function, inability to open a workspace, stay awake, have clean cookware, etc, my experimentation was lackluster.  Well, and my doubts.  Some keto stuff really works.  That barbeque sauce was quite good.

I missed my night medicine, so was a bit worried about blood pressure.  It was 132/70, with a pulse of 37(?).  That is the pulse it read, anyway.   Meds in this morning.  But, all good.

A shower, a few calls.  Some other things.  Trying to be awake for a bit.  But crashing soon, no choice.  Still, very good readings.  And up a few hours earlier.  Later.