Two, and waking up.

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I have been awake since midnight.  Reading, listening, deciding if I should get up or try to sleep a bit more.  Cold.  Not... frigid?  Mostly.  But not able to warm enough to sleep well.  And... feeling good, generally, otherwise.  So might as well get up.

I want to take a shower first thing.  They say they can replace the tub in one day.  Promises, promises.  Then clear out the bathroom... the built-in drawers, but the cabinets too, just to be sure.  As well, clear the room generally.  Other than that, no work today.

A new brew?

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Not really a brew.  A bit more beef froth, half of one of the cauliflower heads broken down to somewhat larger bites, and the rutabaga sliced as apples... and sampled.  Turnips are good, fresh.  Rutabaga are just a bit sweeter.  One is closer to a neutral potato taste, without that dusty flavor.  The other is closer to an apple, just not quite as sweet.  Even with a bit of that crunch I miss.

Set to go, on high, in the crockpot, with the liquid from the previous 'brew' cooking poured in as well.  I'm giving it two hours.  Then will test. If things seem reasonable, I'll add the meat and any other veggies back into the pool.  I am hoping that the cauliflower will make a solid potato replacement.  Cauliflower can be a bit solid, in my gut.  But I have been mostly eating it raw, or just slightly cooked.... blanched really.  I'd like to see what a longer cook time will do.  Mash and butter, have with beef, or pork, or else.

Cycles are off.

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Everything is off.  Not feeling good.  Sick kid syndrome.  Nausea, my old friend, is back.  Hunger isn't really there.  If I could get food in, or when I do, it will be appreciated.  Probably.  Then again, a third of the time I have eaten, recently, food has been not only not helpful, but not good for my situation.  That is just how it goes.

I am hoping this is more temporary.  But it may not be.  This may be how it is from now on.  Still, I have, through time, gotten more or less ill... for brief or longer periods of time.  I'd hate to have thirty or forty years of just this though.  But, it's not been that much better, the last forty years.  Ugh.

Ugh.

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Things needed done.  And were.  Took everything I had to get them done though.

I finished the 24 hour urine test... for heavy metals.  As well, at the last, there was enough extra to do the standard ui.  But... I had to get up, through the night, and go downstairs to pee... they want most of it through that time.  And, since I pee a lot at night (sometimes), that's... when I had to do it.

Hmm?

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I like the number game.  There have been 212 visits today, so far.  A few other (more usual) numbers I see are, in order of frequency, are *69, 308, 357, and 338.  Seriously, those numbers pop so very often.  This is a new one, but I liked it.  I'm easily entertained.

Down just a bit after one, up a bit after nine.  That's... good.  Both are earlier, and only down about eight hours.  Good enough for me, well within the parameters of what I prefer, or closer than it has been.  Would like to get to bed a wee bit earlier, from two to four hours earlier would be good.  And... awake eight hours after going to bed.  With the sun coming up earlier, and me trying to get a face full of shine in the morning, that may be possible.

Better numbers, and some work.

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Blood sugar is 110.  Not the absolute best, but moving in the right direction.  BP was 150/95 with a pulse of 65.  Better.  Both.  Sometimes they are frustrating, but... okay.  As well, I finally figured out how to get the average on the bp machine, and to look at the last (at least eight) readings.  I'm not sure how many it keeps in memory.  But that helps.  In case I forget to write a number, when I start doing that.  Right now, just getting my numbers going, as I am getting back on medicine.

All the boxes were finished.  Well, the boxes I had in the front room.  There were many.  Many many.  Done.  With those.  Then I went through the boxes of tools, parts, and such.  Organizing and packing those off out of the way.  I got in and got areas open.  Not finished, but really a good start.  I have a rolling cart and a swamp cooler on wheels, which I'll have to finish sorting.  But, they are open, and mostly cleared.  Just a few books, on the cart, and components, which need sorted.

Back to it.

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I have compacted the boxes.  Save for the big holder boxes, and two other massive boxes that will... have to be figured out in their own ways.  Plus, I have gone through three quarter of the tools, parts, and pieces recently purchased.  Not great, but it's as fast as I can get to it.

Gaming, working, gaming, working, resting a bit in there too.  Browsing the internet is my down time.  Gaming is almost work, at this point in the game.

Not much.

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Kefir changed over.  A few minor things.  I was just not able to get to things today.  Why?  Can't say for sure.  I let fresh air in today, since it was up to 63 (pretty much from when I awoke, until later afternoon, best I could tell, as I remember).  Now, I just gave it, say, three to four hours open.  Then shut it all down, and turned the furnace back on.

Too cold, earlier, with things open.  Too warm after that?  I just couldn't win.  But I did like that fresh air.  I didn't end up finishing the dishing, vacuuming, hitting the boxes, ore most of the bigger ideas.  Just couldn't.  Gaming and browsing the internet.  I couldn't focus, or stand for long.

Up, a bit late.

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Then again, not down until midnight thirty.  A ten wake up.  Though, realizing bp has elevated, that makes sense.  Not that it always will.  Temps go up, or down, too quickly?  I crash.  Eating too much, or too little?  I can crash.  Blood sugar rising or falling quickly, for reason or not?  I can crash.  Other reasons too.  Overcast for a day, several, or a week?  Too much sun?  Worry about this or that?  No stresses?  I'm broken.  I will crash, even if everything is tended.  Certainly if I miss a bowling ball, or three, being juggled... whether they land on my foot, or bruise a kneecap, or not.

Doing well, actually, for being in a crash condition.  Having to struggle, but getting dishes through, doing laundry right to folding.  If now I have three big baskets of folded laundry I need to figure out where to put, plus some clothes needing hung, without much room for that.  Oh... but the closet has space.  It doesn't all have to go on the racks.

Not all of it.

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No vacuuming, no boxes.  But I did get all of the laundry folded, most of the dishes tended, the barrels back in their place, and a few other things, and extra things.  It was just a lot more work, doing what I did, than I anticipated.  Folding clothes, bedding, and towels sounds easy, and fast, but it just isn't.  And, strange as it seems, it really does take more energy than one might think.

Sassy has finally started eating out of her new bowls.  Not... happily.  I stay around, to convince her.  And give her extra attention when she does end up eating.  Still not sure why she is so skittish.  I have only seen her act so strangely when I tried to show her Sam's dead body, before I buried her.  She wouldn't come near me/us.  Initially, she ran away from the bowl (stainless) and base (cast iron).  The stainless is shiny, the base is a typical cast iron with a black coating.  Strange girl, but a few days of hunger brought her around.  I just wasn't sure styrofoam was healthy.  It's... been on my mind.

Out to dry.

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Hoping it doesn't end up raining, mind you.  It is closing in out there.  But, it's ~60 to 62 out there.  Breezy, darkening quickly, cooling quickly, threatening precip.  Still, I'm... hoping to get the duvet and sheet to dry before it hits.  And, being so nice out there, I opened the house, top to bottom.  Turning the furnace off, for the nonce.  Keeping the fan on though... that helps moderate temperatures a great deal, summer or winter.

Still waiting on the dishes?  Sometimes I think it just gets stuck running, or not running?  Perhaps fighting with the washing machine for hot water, then one of them takes a time out to pout.  I... understand.  I've had to wait for a woman in the bathroom before.  And... made some women wait for me.  :)  Boobies pout well.  :p  I pout pretty good myself.

A start.

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The dump trucks had not been by, so there is that.  Medicine taken, then some time later, bp checked.  It is 174/115 with a pulse of 78.  The waterpill, only one, carvedilol, potassium, minerals, super b vitamin, and daily vitamins, taken.  Not taken are losartan and an extra waterpill.  Though I am adding herbal tea blends which are supposed to act as diuretics.  I have three types, and one last one on the way.  So I can mix and match.  The problem with medicine?  Taking one medicine, that acts in one way, over and over, leads to problems.

While medicine can get a standard reaction on a standard dose, it also wears out whatever system it is working on, action on, plus stresses other organs, like kidneys and the liver.  They really should mix things up from time to time.  Depending on the ability to tolerate.  My problem is I don't tolerate many medicines well.  So changing, for example, heart medicine... isn't doable.  Most of them nearly put me into a coma.  I will fall off them, if nothing else.  Even do, sometimes, with carvedilol.  But it's the one I can generally tolerate to some degree.  However, the waterpills, I think they should alter those.  Six months to a year on one, then on a different that might act differently.  Stronger?  Fewer.  Weaker?  More.  But... they don't think like that.  If you are dying, don't change it.  If it's killing you, stop it all?  Poor choices, but it seems how they do things.

I... think I know the problem.

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Down at 22:30, up just before ten.  So much sleep?  A headache this morning, yesterday.  Body aches and other issues, exhaustion, lack of focus, while eating well, getting some food daily, and keeping keto/carnivore... so...  Last night I figured it out.  I checked blood pressure.  193/110.  That's... the problem.

I have stopped taking medicines.  Because they aren't set to be replenished.  As a fact, the doctor refused, when it looked like I had none.  So... there isn't a refill path, at the moment.  I'll be seeing the kidney guy in a few weeks, so I'll start the main one, and some of the water pill, back up.  See if that does... something.  Even 150s/100s is better.  But, yes, that... is the problem.

Just not doing well.

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Too cold, earlier.  I turned the heat up, shortly after waking.  Then became too hot?  Blood sugar is down to 106.  So it's not that.  It was only (the highest I saw it) 52 out there, and breezy.  The sun was out, mostly, all day though. I suppose, as this room heats, and it's attic holds heat, it just... goes that way.  Too cool to open up, quite yet.  And too hot otherwise, after I warm the place up.  Annoying.

Trying to change how Sassy eats.  I have been using styrofoam bowls, but I'm not sure that is healthy?  Besides, I found stainless bowls I had meant to use with a stand, for pet food.  So, I started using that.  She is refusing to eat.  I am refusing to change my mind.  She just won't eat!

Down at four.

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Give or take an half hour?  Probably later, but...  UP at nine.  It's a pretty day, I would hate to waste it, even if I am dragging ass.  Though, I'm not.  Water was set to heat, 200 F for coffee, 160 for green, white, and herbal teas.  I ought to see if there are more exact numbers.  Then again, every time I look, different folk provide different numbers.  Still, I ought to see if there is a majority consensus?  Not... to abide, to begin with, experiment with, see what I like, prefer.

Then laundry was set for a spinal spin.  One load to move over.  I might have enough whites, to put in.  Since all of those are fold items.  As well, I have a second, summer weight, duvet, to wash.  With sheets.  Which had been washed, but smell stale.  So... wash them again.  Then I'll be putting things in airtight bags and some just in drawers, to see if they will last well.  I have several types of sheets.  Some are the crisp 100% cotton, white.  Some are flannel, but 100% cotton, and unbleached, undyed.  Enough to use each at least twice if I don't get to wash right away.  So, one or two more loads, for certain.  Probably?

Not everything.

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I am waiting on one last load to dry, though one more will go in for a first run yet tonight.  I won't be staying awake for that one.  The two load before are folded, mostly put away.  Another load of dirty dishes and pans was gathered and a final load was run.  The blankets, which were hung out to dry were dry, so were brought in and folded.

Gaming in my downtime.  Doing well enough, learning things, still always behind the eightball in games like this.  Just a second dry sort of run.  The next run will get all of the minor misses.  And be practice for more difficult runs.

Doing well.

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Not as fast as I had hoped.  But I did get one load of laundry through, with the wools hanging to dry.  Another load started.  With no drying, being that the wools are air drying, just waiting on the wash.  As well, reset dishes, putting what the machine could handle into the machine.  Far from a full load, so I'll wait.

Kefir was reset.  I'm at the point where I can back off production.  For the next few days, since I went ahead with three quarts fermenting at once, I'll drink kefir with some abandon.  Two or three mugs a day.  As the third one is going down, I am feeling rather warm, from the inside out?  I was beginning to wonder if the kefir is what is elevating, or holding, blood sugar.  So I checked it, right in the middle of feeling too warm.  Nope, blood sugar is down to 109.  While not superior, after my meal, two kefirs, and a fatted coffee, and what it has been running, it's... better.  And, really?  At 109, after my main, probably only, meal, that's not bad at all.  When a doctor tells you that medicine is required?  Get an honest, wise, or smart doctor.  For many people, who won't or can't change?  Okay.  But... the medicine will kill you.  On a different trajectory.  Faster?  If it takes out your kidneys and liver, or other things?  Who can really say for certain.

Sleeping longer hours.

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Not sure why.  The cool, of spring, and darkness?  Maybe.  I was down a bit after twenty two hundred hours, then up a bit after eight.  Not excessive, but...  I started waking around five thirty.  Then seven.  Rolled back into it.  Could have slept more, but wanted to be up.  Would have gotten up at five thirty if that had been possible.

I looked through the vehicle again, for the wallet, first thing.  It's 34 out there.  Not frigid, but rather cool for this time of year?  I think so.  No wallet.  I thought there was a place or two to look, in case I hadn't.  Three places.  But I looked everywhere, again.  The places I didn't remember looking, two of them had been checked.  They were cleaned out.  The other places had sunglasses in them, so, no.  It couldn't have been put there.

Not much?

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I just wasn't able to get to things.  I may put the dishes away, I did run one load.

I did reheat chicken.  As well, had corn and peas.

Strange morning.

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I went down around 21:00?  I... have something I can check.  Will check in a bit.  Though my last post was around 20:24 or so.  So... maybe.  Though did I game for a while longer, more than half an hour?  I can't be sure.  I am at the second to last boss.  Though  I am going to do another playthrough, on easy mode.  I may do a third one on middling difficulty.  Perhaps two runs, to again increase efficiency.  If I get through that, I may do a try at the hardest difficulty.

There are a few things in the game I have to figure out.  Things not needed in the lessor difficulty level(s), that would be required at the higher difficulty.  Game mechanics, devices, better uses of weapons, and environmental tricks... if they exist.