Hmm, troubles.

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We spoke about vaccines.  Mother ageed.  Then she changed her mind.  Took the flu shot.  Over my direct objections and her promises.  Held off on the pneumonia shot.  I told her, after, that if she gets that or any other shot, she will have to go back to the nursing home.  I take it that serious.

That poison affects everyone around.  If she wants it, she should be back in with those braindead enough to take the poison, and get back on covid shots too.  Absolutely no debate, here, on this matter.  If she chooses the shots, she has to go.  Period.

If so, I'll sell and move.  Not much of an issue on my side.  So angry that she flipped, for no good reason.  To please her doctor?  Sure, he makes Judas' silver on that crap.  You take the shot willingly?  Said the spider to the fly?  No.  Won't tolerate that.  You know damn straight he doesn't take it, the real stuff.  Placebos, maybe?

No negotiatons on some things.  No hard drugs, no booze or alcohol really, no actual cigarettes, and no vaccines, or what passes for them.  Period.  Ugh.  I've left her alone.  But tomorrow we will have, potentially, a final talk.

Slept warm again tonight.  As well as yesterday and a nap last afternoon.  Yes, sleeping a lot.  Sore, tired, sleepy, exhausted, muscles burn from exhaustion.  But at least I warm up, while sleeping, these last few days.

I have been adding mtc oil to my coffee, mostly daily.  Starting at a teaspoon, then moving up to a quarter cup or so.  Too much.  Probably backing down to two teaspoons.  I think that is what is lowering blood sugar, or faster than just the carnivore diet.  Fasting blood sugar was 76 this morning!  It has been below 100 for the last three days, and that fasting.

I would worry, save I feel fine.  It's only spooky if I drop my number too fast.  Not if it settles and stays lower.  Hoping this, weight loss/size loss, and better eating will help kidney (and liver and heart) function.  Or at least that I will die a bit more smoothly, as God wills these things... grayefully for all blessings in any, either, case.

Oh?  My 34s slipped, while trudging up the stairs yesterday!  I thought, perhaps, I had undone my belt, then not connected it... since I was going to nap after.  But, no!  My belt was cynched!  Wild.  Which... means I continue to thin.  Still have belly fat, if obviously less and less.  Two years, this Thanksgiving, into pretty solid carnivore dieting.  Not much more weight off, but now size and weight.  About a hundred off, and since the start, eight, possibly ten, sizes down.  It's all I can do, if far from finished.  This last twent pounds, two to four sizes, is... brutal.

BP has been rather good too.  I think the highest it has been in weeks was yesterday, at 143/86, with a pulse of 72?  That pulse is better than when I was in the Navy.  My goal is 140/90.  I don't worry about pulse unless it hits 90 or higher.  It has run 140 for weeks, maybe months, before.  160 for shorter spots.  I... hid those data.  As much from myself, my own mind, as you.  Thought I was, or would die soon.

Not quite human?  Something very different with that lad.  As others say, and I admit.  Don't understand.  But absolutely don't, can't doubt.

Today?  Mostly resting?  A friend was going to do things.  Not sure now.  Sooner or later keeps becoming later and on into never.  Will see.  Ugh.  Later.