A warm comfortable sleep.

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I would like to say I figured out how to sleep warmly.  I did not.  I have been tending that carefully.  But I have been doing so, to the best of my abilities for months.  Sleeping frigid, probably because I was pushing, or stressed, or... else.  No, I did not fix that.  But I am enjoying warm sleep.  No matter what graces gifted that.

As to comfort, though?  I have been trying this, and that.  I did sort that.  The extra playform material didn't work.  It ended up being just like what I already had.  Trying other things also didn't help.  What did help, at least last night, the first try at it... so I will see... is using the inflatable mattress topper my mother brought from the hospital.  It doesn't fit her bed.  We got her a different one.

I didn't get to sleep until late, but sleeping both warmly and comfortably made up for the lack of solid long sleep.  Still, hoping for more, better.  Just maybe, warm, comfortable, sleep, in some quantity, will get me back on my feet more quickly.

Blood sugar is 84 fasting.  My week average is 99.  The rest of the averages are from 118 to 126, two week to three month.  Ues, I am doing well.  BP is very good.  Pulse is even superior.  If I still hurt and ache, carry exhaustion, tiredness, lethargy, and else.  Hoping good sleep will help sooner than later.

On up for a bit.  Coffee, cream, maybe a few bites of something.  Jasmine out first thing?  Sassy to be fed.  A bit of gaming?  Though back to bed by, say, noon?  Give or take a few hours.  Roasted chicken, today, I think.

Mom isn't always happy.  Not with me, my diet, else.  But her problem with her problems with me is?  It works.  I understand that being right doesn't always feel good.  Even when I offer it humbly, if sticking with my guns.  But losing fifty pounds, without hurting too much?  Unbeatable.

She'll still have to hate, disagree, fight it and me, from time to time.  And I will let her.  Chasing, pushing, imploring, etc. doesn't help, or work.  We all have to decide on our own.  If she really wants to lose more weight, thin down a bit, get healthier?  I am the way.  If not?  Okay.  At 83, she gets to decide.

Later.