I'll admit it, I was afraid.

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I thought breaking my fast would destroy my numbers.  I was sure it would.  Which made giving up such an agonizing affair.  Oh, I struggled.  I also didn't sleep on it as I... worried about going to sleep in my condition.  While the numbers were good, the feeling, sense of things, was all wrong. Tres mal.  I'll... take risks.  Assessed risks, raw risks if my life is considered worth the risk.  This was not the latter and my assessment went against... my pride, essentially.

Cottage cheese and pears, then eggs and bacon.  It was as soft as I had.  I worried about the bacon but couldn't get it out of my head.  BACON!  No joke, Joe Dokes!  I really knew him.  Anyway.  Food!   A joyous yet nearly tearful event.  Then I crashed so hard.  Needed SLEEP almost as much as food, if I nearly cried myself to sleep.  Seriously.  If I could have cried.

Down sometime between 10:00 and 11:00, up in the mid region of the 16:00's.  Blood and stats immediately, fearfully.  Blood sugar is... 85.  85?  Okay.  BP is... 114/77, p. 91?  Well, okay.  That's not just good, it's gooder(tm).  Pulse is a bit out of trim, but no 145.  Ketones remain around 40.  I will continue with light foods, small amounts, small bites for this day, maybe tomorrow, the on to two meal daily fasting.  I am sure it will all go up.  The trick is to wrap food around the numbers, not the other way around.  The trick to that is the food goes in before the numbers arrive.  Smaller bites.

I want to see my blood sugar non-fasting, in a couple hours.  Then I'll have four or five pear parts with an equal amount of cottage cheese.  I am hoping it goes up.  May eat a bit more if not.  It is a bit too close to my safety cuttoff of 70.  Wow.  I never imagined I would even, ever, be worried about low blood sugar.  Certainly not yet.  Still, now that I am here, it is all about the food... type, amount, mix...  Amen.

Well, God seems to bless this endeavor.  If it really is done in His name.  Death is not preferred, as well, is what He told me.  Not even, or especially not, mine?  Aye.  His Word begins at home or is not heard at all.  So it was heard, so it is done.  Amen.

Oh, yeah, I am staying on medicine.  Further, regardless of my schedule, I take morning medicine in the a.m., night medicine in the evening.  I'm keeping what I learn, learning well what works, and keeping to it as possible.  Later.

Had to break the fast.

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Something was off.  Perhaps I simply wasn't ready.  Maybe my health wasn't up to it.  Whether the problem was of mind or body I can't say.  If a couple of very long days didn't help.  I haven't napped yet.  I was agonizing over the choice.  Today I will eat various small light meals.  Tomorrow I will begin daily fasting.  I did what I could.

I had hoped to go to the post office.  Not today.  A nap, I hope, then to town?  It's the plan.  I can skip the broth, but I will see about fresh bones to make my own.  I make wonderful broth, as if it is difficult.  Though no bones today.  I want them from the butcher.  Hmm, could call later.  A few things today.  Food sure is tasty after a bit without.  I'll try to push the envelope more next time.

My friend did get my emails.  He's just busy at the moment.  I told him to take his time.  I still wonder if he was... mistaken about a visit, but who knows.  I'd help with travel, as with family, but that may not be the issue.  Whatever.  I take things as they are, without worry.

Nap time.  Later.

Yeah. Pretty rough.

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The ketonic helped for a very short time.  Feeling pretty rough.  Blood sugar and vitals, at 4:00, were better than before, pulse was down to 71.  I... wondered, after posting, if that was a fluke read.  I did both arms this last time, all good or better.  Blood sugar was down to 90, but that is 20 or 30 points before I am hitting trouble.  But I am exhausted.

When to call off a fast, why to call it off?  Simple exhaustion?  But I am often this exhausted without fasting.  Blood sugar and the other readings are good.  Very low for me, if... I do wonder if things are supposed to be different for my kind.  Perhaps, even if that isn't true, my body isn't quite ready for the lower numbers.  Or the fasting is getting to me.  It definitely is, but is that all?

I got the dripper hose and a sprinkler head out and roughly set up.  I will have to see how it works when running to make final adjustments.  Both hoses in the area have problems.  One has a spray attachment stuck to it.  I sprayed it with dw-40.  I tried removing it a few times, over time, but had no luck, so far.  The other hose has a part of a spigot stuck in it.  The repair kit will fix that if my attempts to extract the blockage fails.  Still, some of it is ready.  It was 48 F, but a pleasant day for even that.

I do believe a nap is in order.  I do plan to go to town.  Packages, but also broth, several kinds to try.  Even if I continue to fast, broth is allowed.  But I want some for when breaking my fast as well.  Yeah.  It will depend how I do when I wake and through the day... if I have been pushing the clock as well as the body.  Later.

Ugh. Thrice.

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A rough day.  Night.  Everything is good, fasting is simply taking it's toll.  My leg is feeling slightly better.  I will continue with the electrolytic juice, and ketone crystals.  I will take it now, in case my system decides to... burp the wrong way.  It seems to be a fast moving, quickly done, thing.  I've never had that problem before.  Anyway.  I want to be ready to go in the morning.  Go?  How about leave?  Okies.

Blood sugar went up, to 98.  Neither good nor bad, as I see things.  I checked my bmi, as roughly as that goes.  It had been at 35, is now at 30.5.  Obesity starts at 30, or once they changed it to add people to the government and medical industrial complex "needs help" list.  At least the military industrial complex only screws with volunteers and foreigners.

I won't tinker with the watering.  I will set that up in the morning.  It got too dark too fast.  Moving slowly tonight.  Hmm, will add some keto burn juice to the rest, perhaps some oil.  Gotta prime the engines sometime.  Damn straight.  More tea!  It might be a wee rough, but I am liking it.  Next measurements at 4:00, three and an half hours away.

Blue... always blue.

Even feeling the fast take it's cut, I am pleased enough that I don't mind.  If the ketonic (the mix of keto powders, crystals, oil, and tea) works, perhaps I can do some work.  The floors need hit, and hard.  I fell hard this spring, and blundered worse than usual.  I'm hoping to set things square.  Life squared is awesome!  Later.

Brilliant fugue indeed.

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Exhausted, if I could only sleep just eight hours.  I will take both humbly, if easily in sucess.  I do not claim ownership of these sucesses, handing them and the wisdom which has brought me to this point to Another.  It isn't my native will to live which dragged me here. It was His call, and an artificial, initially, transplantation of His will to life, which got me over my failing there.  It has taken root, and remains, if never quite mine.  A spiritual, or soul, transplant?  I think so.

What is this joyous blather concerning?  Well, let me tell you.  My resting blood sugar is 96.  I was hoping that would rise.  While that is good, it was not altogether unexpected. I considered that it might jump to the 130's.  It does as it will, to some extent.  What did amaze, startle, please, were the other readings.  Into my fourth day of fasting, second day of taking medication correctly, my blood pressure is 118/86, pulse 87.  Wow.  I... haven't seen that in... I don't know?  Since the Navy?  That was my regular then, give or take.  Oh, and weighing in at 251.4.

Yes, people, you can.  Easy?  No.  Doable.  If I can, weakened, with minimal will power, limited facilities, older, and dead and back three times, at least?  It is your choice.  I did have failures.  Potassium drain could have killed me.  I strongly advise medical followups.  Let them check your blood and brush your rock and roll hair.  Let them advise, but not control.  They are a white collar union, and only make money if you are sick.  Make them your employee, not boss.  Then?  Then do what it takes.

It feels like a hangover.  Tired, thirsty, bleary-eyed, if no headache.  I rarely get headaches though.  I'll take the cost for the prices charged, as an old friend might have suggested.  I even hit the jars already.  They needed another soapy soak, last night.  I ran out of time and energy for beyond that.  They have been rinsed and set to air dry, plus the dishes in the rack have been put away.  The garden watering items have arrived and may be put to use yet tonight.  The boxes they arrived in have been broken down.

Oh what a day, what a lovely day!  Later.

No. If perhaps a better solution.

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I can't believe Kinkos has been out of toner since Friday, and remains without.  Seriously?  Would I email them what I want printed?  No.  Too much data, financial and other.  I asked about alternatives.  The public library, she thought?  Thank you, So-and-Whositz (changing the name to protect the guilty, to the Nth).  Although if that works out, I'll bet it is cheaper and more sure.  Lost a paying customer.  I haven't gone before because I suspect I'll have to apply for a card.  As a kid I got one, or more (no library sharing programs then), in every town I lived, plus school.  Now I prefer to buy.  As much because I lose track, lose the loan item, or... such.

It is one of my few options.  There is the university library, and the UPS store, if they are less than keen on offering that service.  Fair enough.  Their business, they know their costs and all.  I simply don't know how private their other options are.  I prefer as much privacy as possible, as few links between financials, delivery, and seller as I am able.  Gotta keep them separated.

I sent another email to my friend.  If I hear nothing back by the time I wake, I'll try the other, other, email address.  Ugh.

Getting rather worn though.  I hate to, but I may call things of shortly.  I did scrub the main counters, hit the jars a first go, then reset them.  I even scrubbed the drain rack.  Sure slowing down.  Oh, blood sugar hit 91.  Going down a point every four hours, while awake.  If I wake feeling funny, I'll eat.  Or perhaps drink milk or kefir or fruit and cottage cheese.  It's a default if I sense... problems.  I've lived on some dangerous ways.  I'll hit the jars again, set them to rinse, then sleep.  Good night... and day.

Toils, troubles, and bothers?

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Sure, but those aren't all bad.  Seen rightly, they are spices in life, which add contrast, depth, and pop.  They are the limits and freedoms which allow perception and understanding to form a cohesive realization upon which a framework for living may be hung, built, designed.  It is only from these that virtues may be derived.  Even failure, the harshest of all, is simply the finest teacher... if one employs humility, patience, and a few other earned not gifted virtues.  Well, that's my story, and I am sticking with it.

Initially could not sleep for the pain.  I suspect taking electrolytes and or ketone crystals, to solve that problem, led to minor diarrhea.  I wasn't willing to sleep until that settled.  It settled within a few hours.  By then my window of opportunity for sleep was gone.  No major worries.  Last time I did this I missed a day of meds.  Didn't realize, as it blended nearly seamlessly into one long day, by perception.  Not this time.  I work hard to take my medicines, now that I can.  Not for the docs, for myself.

I have gotten most of the dishes at least started, and reset milk kefir.  The only remaining items are a few cast items.  They won't need much, but it's... a process.  Everything else is soaking or done.  Of course, work has slowed to a crawl.  I never got a shower.  Since I will be up, and out, today, I'd best get to that.  I will carry on as if I just woke and my day has only started a bit ago.

No guarantee I will get to town.  No promise I will get a shower.  Although, through the magic of blogging, I just finished the dishes, save for the cast.  I called my doctor's office.  Perhaps too early.  Or I have been put on the ignore list?  I'll call again shortly.  Now.  Nope, same message.  I'm on the official ignore list.  I can't access their online connection, my devices don't support it, or, rather, the opposite.  I was hoping to schedule an appointment as well as trying to talk to the doctor.  Why was he so insistent  I contact him, calling twice and sending a letter, but now won't call back?  I don't get that.  The last blood sugar was 92, if I didn't write it up.

Oh, wait.  There is one more batch, of jars.  It's in the tub.  I flushed some of the old kefir.  Wanted those jars soaking immediately, dry kefir is akin to cement.  The sinks were full, so I grabbed a dish pan and did them where I could, short story long.  No problem, four or five jars and lids.  Need to do them to shower, or at least will do them.  Oh, and it's the fourth day of fasting, on top of the second of the last three days I'll be pulling, or nearly, a twenty four hour stint.  If you are going to pull a gag, make it real, Buster.

Later.

Can't sleep.

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My lower legs have minor charliehorses.  More the left leg, of course.  I remembered a mix I have, from more keto focused attempts, as well as to help when fasting, to help with electrolytes which deplete quickly while fasting.  Plus, for times when taking minerals just wasn't enough.  I took that and ketone crystals while at it.  That, according to test strips, is ar 40.  I might as well work that angle while fasting.

While awake, plus fasting first thing, I take blood sugar reads every four hours.  My last one, at midnight thirty, almost three hours ago, was 98.  If I am still up at 4:00 I'll do another.  I realize even if the stuff works, it won't work quickly.  I need pickle juice for that (seriously).  So I'll take aspirin, try to treat the pain for now.  On the good side I am getting to the dishes as I had suggested.  Oh, and I reset the water kefir.  Might hit the milk kefir before the night is over.

Gaming when I have to sit.  It's something.  No return on my email, if I suspect it went directly to his spam box.  Hmm, perhaps he had a snoot when he wrote about visiting, and his intent was marred.  I'll send another without a link.  Oh, and the other email addy I applied for did go through.  The acceptance email... you guessed it? ...went to spam.  I may try from that address as well.  When all else fails, pull out everything you have and let it rip.

I've been doing dishes, getting and making tea, while writing this.  Meaning it is nearly 4:00.  Blood sugar is at 93.  All is good, but I watch closely. If it dips too much more, or becomes symptomatic of too low of a blood sugar/insulin, I'll break the fast.  For longer fasts, I'll start breaking them with broth, then fruit, cottage cheese, and such, then go to solids.  Ease back to food.  Hmm, need to get broth, then bones to make it correctly, after this fast has ended.

Later, or good night, and morning.

Too late? Too much?

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Time will tell.  I realized the lawn needed watering.  Well, and there were more dishes.  Oh, and I haven't showered.  So... I got busy.  The loads that were in, one got turned over, the other needed another soap cycle.  The group that was in the drying rack was put up.  And another load is set to a new soak.  The front yard got thirty minutes and change. The back is getting it now.  The final blood sugar is 110, hunger is becoming less of an issue.  It is more like a mild itch that passes, and more when something is done as it rears up.

I hope to cycle two loads through, set up two more, if a shower first.  My days are being stretched, but that goes with longer sunny warmer days.  I am tied, bound, to this physical system as few others. It is the way of things.  The nap helped... or hurt?  No, I'd be in bed already, if I had finished my chores earlier.  They keep, VA docs, asking what I do all day.  Read here.  Good or bad, what I do is written.  Why not more?  Not from lack of want, I'm often stuck.  They should be the ones telling me.

Tomorrow should be another busy one.  Business, shopping, returns, calls.  I didn't water the smaller side yard.  I don't have anything that works well to do so.  If the shipping data is correct, my gear for that should be in tomorrow.  If so, later in the day I will set that up and let it run for an half hour and change, or less.  Perhaps just ten minutes if I think there is enough water going down.

I'm getting to things, as I can.  Finally.  Amen and good night.

Long nap.

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I went down after 10:00, nearly 11:00, woke at 15:00?  It was a mower.  I was too late to catch him, but got him on the return.  Settling accounts and letting him check out a new toy.  Oh, and getting help breaking down and removing boxes.  Awesome.  I can do it, but two makes the job simple.  He brought the boat back.  I may have to get her out and see what I can do with her.

I also settled accounts for milk and eggs.  Milk for the month, eggs for the summer.  Little things, if more important to keep up with friends and neighbors, who need, depend on, real, accurate, fair dealings.  If I scramble, it is for them first.  All good.  Oh, I did cut milk and cream, by a third.  Still plenty.

I also got my other email account reactivated, then sent an email off.  Wow was that difficult.  The first tech could not speak or understand English well at all, nor did she understand the system.  After... connection troubles, she simply didn't call back, for the fourth time, fifth?  Actually, thankfully.  I called in again.  This time I got someone who could speak, and fix the problem.  It still took a bit, but I don't mind.  As I went to check my mail I had to wade through a bunch of junk cold sale pitches without a clear way through.  NO!  I don't want anything!  Gah.

I've called my doctor twice.  I even suggested he feel free to leave a voice message.  Nothing in return.  All I want is the a1c, to compare with the VA numbers.  It... seems as if he has more to discuss.  I'll just have to wait.

That is it for most of today, other than dishes and a shower.  It finally heated to 80 or close to it.  I needed what of that I could handle.  Blood sugar is at 122, I won't bother with bp for a few days, until those meds are given some time to work when taken correctly again.  I'm not sure if idiocy is the goal of indoctrination, or a requirement for it.  I only know the results.

Hitting a wall.

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Is it just the fasting? No, but that adds to it.  Whether majority or not is uncertain.  It has been hitting the 80's for days, then dropping to the 60's, and much lower.  It's not even 60 outside now, with the sun up for several hours, 58 F.  It's rough.  I don't think it is medicine, though maybe when I go back to bp/heart meds all at night again.  Whether it is being washed out, just doesn't work good in the morning, or for whatever cause or reasons, taking carvedilol twice a day simply isn't as effective as double at night.

I am tiring quickly today.  Well, there was the twenty three hour stint.  That couldn't help.  I have dug into dishes.  Cleaning tea containers and drink jar, and else, as I go.  Two more double loads and I should be done.  On top of what is soaking or rinsing.  I mean to finish today.  What else will be done, and when, is another question.  Perhaps a nap would help?  If I can sleep.  I'm not sure I am that kind of tired.

I was a bit surprised.  Blood sugar dropped, two hours after the low fasting draw, to 104.  Four hours after that draw and it remains unchanged.  BP's have remained... ugly, if not quite ER or doctor ranges.  Still, I am going back to my dosing schedule.  I may try adding another in the morning, if I can handle it.  Worth a shot.  Even if most of it washes out, if some remains...

I'll make a call, or three.  The doc, about my other email, and Internet and computer access.  Perhaps the swimming pool, to check a few things.  Not a bad price, if that was correct.  Not sure if they have a year pass.  Not ready for that, until I see what I would be facing, but worth knowing for consideration.  I am fairly sure I can become regular, as long as they don't try to hook me up, and have that all go to hell again.  Bleh.

Another load, a nap, then a shower and calls?  Sounds like my plan, roughly.  Oh, I want to eat, but it isn't hunger, or directly.  It is just... habit?  Familiar regular behavior that grates when absent?  There is hunger, but it is fading.  Is this winning?  Is it doing what it takes to get ahead?  Is it wise?  Time will tell.  To be honest, I think the reason most medical is against it is because most people can't do it.  They only want universal solutions.  They can't tell their patients to just shut their piehole occasionally, if that isn't universal, it would work with a majority.

"He wrote "piehole"!"  Yep.  Later.

The third day of fasting.

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With sacrifice comes advantage.  Fasting blood sugar is 119.  If that isn't the record low since restarting the initiative, it is close, and satisfactory.  I checked my blood sugar before bed.  It was up to 138.  The body just ebbs and wanes.  Fasting is going well, no reason to quit it, for now, if I would like to make broth.  Not sure I want to do that while fasting though.  That close of a proximity to meaty odors for that long might undo me.  I might see if I can find unsalted broth, without too much goop, in the stores.  I have to go to town, when a printer is available.  Or, find a business center which has what I need.

A dream, good one.  Nothing fancy.  In it I woke beside a good woman.  Nothing about sex, just waking up with a woman there, and knowing it was good.  If you have a wife, I hope you do that from time to time.  A little time with her when she isn't talking.  Yeah.  :p  Yeah, just a pleasant dream.

Dishes are waiting.  Hitting them, then resetting, before much else, is my next step.  A couple loads, perhaps starting laundry, another shower, gaming, and more local organizing and cleaning.  It looks like, even with a return to cool weather, I am back.  Oh, and to figure out how to log into my other email, get that going.  Business hours required, though, for that.  Yeah.  Or such.  Later.

An hour off.

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One more hour, give or take, and I would have been awake for twenty four hours.

I made it, with packages, but the printer was down.  Out of toner?  Wow.  So I couldn't do the returns.  I'll call tomorrow.  I also found a number for the pool.  Not sure about it though.  It looks like they only have one swim time in the winter, from 5:00 to 6:30?  I... that's a harsh time on top of the limited access.  Even summers are fairly limited.  Perhaps I can get into it in the summer then find another place for the winter.  If I will call, check.

The pedicure was quite good.  My pinky toe had been bothering me still.  Not anymore.  It is very good to walk without pain.  Blood sugar went up to 134.  It's trending way down.  Bedtime, good night.

A bit done.

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No more, except to look for a better box for some of the returns.  I got out to set up the sprinklers.  The front yard and wider side yard are set, which is all the outlets I have.  The backyard will have to wait, as will the veggie side patch.  I gave up finding drip hose for that in town.  I ordered that online.  No choice.  Four stores, some of them several times, were visited in search of that.  Other things were also ordered, which could not be found... sprinkler heads, garden hose repair parts, and such.  Can't say I didn't try.

I also looked over the plants out there.  Looking really good.  I also pulled lower leaves from the jerusalem artichokes.  Heard tell it helps them grow taller, and produce better.  I picked up a few branches if what it really needs is raked.  I need to get out more.  If I'm not crashed or crashing, I seem busy catching up from those.  Still, I'll try.

There are a few things I can do.  Call about swimming and the dumpster.  Looking up the numbers, anyway.  It's a bad time to try calling.  Oh, surprised that it was only in the low 60's F.  A good day to be out.

Blood sugar is 114.  I am in light ketosis, 15 or so.  Later.

Better than planned.

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I... didn't want to mess with the Duluth returns.  The belt was sitting right in front of me. I saw it, but thought it was the old belt.  Yeah, they hold up that well.  It is just that returns have been brutal.  When I  realized the belt was right there, I couldn't procrastinate further.  I found the rest, checked for a return label which was included, and set it up.  Not UPS?  Cool, I had to go to the post office to keep my box anyway... I even found one of the forms I had filled out, so no third form!  I try, asleep, mostly, much of the time.

A shower and shave.  A call to my personal doc, he was with a patient.  Then to the post.    Everything worked.  Fast, simple, right.  Life is good when it all works.  I need to get labels printed next, then packages returned.  But that will be later, nearer my appointment.  I just can't make two trips to town, especially having awaken at 20:00 or so.  It will end up being a 24 hour day, so be it.

Blood sugar was down to 115 at 8:00.  I may do more dishes.  Forgot to sweep, but finally shaved.  I'll take that trade.  It is now about keeping going to finish out the returns and get the pedicure.  I may be doing enough better that I can return to taking care of my feet again.  They remain vastly improved but are slipping.  It is quite a thing, remaining intact well beyond the imminence of the grave... even the fact of it a few times.  What else have I to do?  If I could just... wake up!

Later.

Getting things done.

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Two fresh loads of dishes through.  Plus what was left from last night.  Another couple of loads soaking.  I'm using both sides for washing, rinsing just works out as it will.  The good thing about fasting is there are no dishes being used in the meanwhile.  All save a load in the drying rack, the vast majority have been dried and put up.  A goodly bit more to go, but I am well on the way.  And with disposable glasses and paper plates back in stock, I won't be falling behind.  Especially grilling most meals.

Three groups of return packages have been roughly organized.  Just the belts to Duluth Trader need to be hearded, paperworked, and packaged.  I showed one belt to visitors, now can't find it.  I just can't recall where I set it.  I think I'll send the pants back.  Too thin.  I'll try Cabela's new jeans.  I'll bet they are woman type thin too.  Cheap, only they cost more.  Gah!

I best get a shower, shave.  I have something bright and early.  Then something later, plus packages and getting labels printed first.  It will be a long day.  Already has been a long day.  Hmm, might sweep the bathroom before showering.  It is truly a busy day.  I'll definitely be ready for sleep tonight.  Best set the hoses up for the lawn, and side area.  I need a good timer.

Fasting has gotten a bit more difficult.  A hunger knot has developed.  It is nothing which will throw me off as is.  If I can hold on a few more days, that will pass.  I am out of broth.  I may order a few more steaks and broth bones, maybe several different sorts... beef, lamb, pork... try a medley.  Blood sugar was 130 at 4:00.  I won't test again until 8:00, or is mere obsession.  BP is ranging higher and higher.  I am beginning to think the doc was wrong about splitting medicine instead of taking it all at night.  Why are they always so insistently wrong.  I'll give it afew more days, but it is getting up to the ER levels, when it had been coming down with regular dosing. I am believing they mean to be wrong.

VA doc wouldn't give me diabetes testing material, so for that I am still on my own.  Nothing new.  Then again, they had started sending me stuff that didn't work.  Trying to tell me it was my fault.  Odd how stuff I buy works?  Yeah.

Later.

Waking with intent.

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First things first.  Fasting blood sugar is 159.  BP is mildly ugly, the left arm and right arm disagreeing how it is ugly.  The better pulse was 78, the stupid one was nine points higher.  I expect blood sugar to drop, rise,  then drop.  Several times if I were to test as I did yesterday.  There is almost a pattern.  Just three more tests today and for the rest of the days of fasting.

Fasting is going well.  Every once in a while I smell food.  Just a scent on the air.  Popcorn, and some family's dinner a bit later, yesterday.  Strangely it wasn't a test to my will, merely an appreciative encounter.  Fasting is much easier this time, as in simple.  I think my recent attempts at both daily and multiday fasting, even the failures, have prepared me.  If the a1c number adds incentive.

I am cutting the dose of water pill for a bit.  My lower left leg is still in a mild cramped state.  It is better, but a bit of babying, the extra minerals, and some time on less furosemide should help.  Once clear, as long as I continue the minerals, it should be good.  Hmm, perhaps warm socks?  It has cooled.  I looked a bit before this post, and I think it was in the low 50's?  Crazy, but not terrible, from the biological perspective.  Might make for a rough growing season.  And, odd as I might seem, I am on the cowboys' side.

Packages prepped for returns, more dishes, laundry, the bathroom, a shower... oh, trash and recycling.  Plus more clearing around me, some of when I must sit, plus beginning shredding.  I can't do everything, but perhaps much of this.  Prioritize.  Packages first.  Then a shower, probably shave.  Then the rest as possible.  Oh, but socks, wool, knee high, now.  Then to game to attempt to wake.  Later.

Not as fast as hoped.

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Not terrible either.  I've been down for a bit.  It takes a while to regain my footing.  The toilet was washed, which dampened the floor, so I'll hold off sweeping until that dries.  I did take the laundry from there to the washroom.  I did about half the dishes intended.  I reset the rinse and will finish those shortly.  Then set another load to a soapy soak.  While being on my feet too long isn't working, I can and have been working on little things nearby.

Blood sugar has gone up to 128.  The meter first changed code and read 132.  With the code being wrong, I reset and tested again.  Very strange.  I won't be getting to the bedrooms tonight.  I am happy with what is happening.  Picking up the pace, I hope and soon, might see some real progress.

I am a bit surprised.  At a bit after 8:00, when I checked, it was 48 F outside.  I've closed everything down.  That's been doing well for keeping the cave cooler.  I don't believe I'll be using the upstairs ac quite yet.  I will be using the one in the bedroom.  No choice, unless I can switch days and nights.  Soon, maybe.  If... well... soon and for as lasting as possible.  Beating a dead horse has never really worked.

A bit of Internet stuff, then to dishes, perhaps the bathroom.  Later.  Perhaps good night.

Bits, parts, pieces.

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More sorting.  Something found that was thought lost.  For a while I lost so much weight or size my chastity ring fell off.  I didn't know if it was indoors or out, though I had been to town quite a bit in that time, and was working outdoors often.  Good to have.  It doesn't carry my conviction, only signifies my time.  Bought around the ten year mark, give or take a few years.  Must be nearing the fifteen year mark, plus or minus a few.  My last would know.  It has not been an easy thing.  I almost like women and their... peculiar... oddities.

Bits of stuff is being sorted for saving, shredding, or direct disposal.  It's a pretty quick process, the volume is the bottleneck.  Oh, I finally reordered silverware, so pulled reserves.  I keep 'losing' pieces.  I didn't 'lose' a single piece in five years in Iowa.  Dishes were washed, are rinsing.  One wash was enough.  Easy, actually.  I'll hit them again before gaming.  It'll knock those out, so I'll set up a brand new double batch.  I think I'll get to the bathroom, and maybe yet asses the bedrooms... do a bit but more draft a plan of attack.  Put it all in one room, then figure out what where?  I really have to push.

I have figured a way to send an email but it has to wait for Monday.  I absolutely have to be up and going Monday, for at least two other vital reasons.  Add another to the list.  It's a lousy game, perpetually behind the eightball.  But that is what being disabled and hated grants. Some of it deserved, until it becomes self-inflicted.  Some of it not.  It is the way of it.  I... don't even know if life would make sense to me without it.  I'd sure like to find out, but that will never be.  At least this one is my fault.  Even filled paperwork out twice, if I... have no idea where either form got.

Blood sugar finally dropped.  It took a full day and night of sleep, but it is down to 138.  Ugh.  That was like pulling teeth.  I was beginning to think my tea had been spiked.  Fasting is much easier today.  I may be able to do a longer fast.  Perhaps much longer.  If so, I'll cut testing to four times a day, unless I get 'that feeling'.  The shakes, cold sweats, heart weirdness, etc., which comes from low blood sugar at 60, perhaps starting at 70?  Only had that once, on insulin, though.  I doubt if my body will go that low on it's own.  I used to starve for weeks, never had that.  If I can go five, I might try two weeks... with a close watch on things.

Funny, they don't believe any of this, officially.  Just can't get over they were so horribly gullible to a false diagnosis from the Navy.  People are going to burn for what they did, and continue to try to do.  Go gaslight yourself, I am out of your grasp.

Now to hit the dishes, start the bathroom, then game a bit.  Later.

Making it back to terra firma.

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Literally and figuratively.  Playing, well, Doom.  Uhrm, no reference back to the music from the recent dream, mind you.  The console game.  The newest version.  Which is either based 140 million light years, as miles wouldn't be far enough?, away, or crossing dimensions into hell.  As well, I did a bit of work, after setting up medicines.  I think the heat is thawing me out of my mini iceage hell.  Was quite stuck.  Picking up around my chair.  Then setting up dishes while eyeing the bathroom for a solid hit.  And, well, giving the old stink-eye to... well... the whole rest of the joint.  It will take some work.  It might be doable.

After the dishes soaking, whether they need washed twice or not, I'll tackle the bathroom.  I think I can finish it tonight.  Easily if this feeling, sense of being alive, remains.  Then a shower.  If I have more, I may hit my room and the spare room... beginning to square those.  I expect one, perhaps two, visits this summer.  If it goes well, perhaps more, from others, in the future.  Yeah, I need to try.  What is it about striking while the iron is hot?  And it is only going to get hotter.

I need to call about a bin, or figure out some other means of dumping a lot of stuff.  Hmm, metals... I know where those could go.  I really need a wagon for my mower.  It would make a lot of things a lot easier.  The thing is all the sorting first!  If I can push, perhaps in a week or two I could be ready for a container.  It would probably be a useless expense unless I could get it for just the price of pickups?  I will look that up now.

Windy, outside, but not as cool.  I am guessing cooler nights are gone.  Probably the low 50's, when luck holds.  Rarer as summer ascends.  Eventually 70's, or was that a particularly hot summer?  No complaints.  I am enjoying this early part of summer.  If I can just barter that into real work.  I've got to kill it.  I want visitors, ones who wouldn't mind returning.  Even bachelor friends have limits.

Blood sugar has been annoying.  Starting at 195, it moved on to 218, 211, and now 173.  I am fasting, I remind.  BP is higher, worst I've seen it since the emergency room, if pulse is good.  I did begin calcium, magnesium, zinc, and super b complex, but that shouldn't do it?  Gaming, but I often game and it doesn't do that.  Not sure.  I'm taking a double dose of vitamins and minerals today.  I am certain they are really low.  Potassium was good, so my dose with outflows is good.  But the cramping was bad until Desert Cat let me in on that hot tip, at least of taking minerals.  I've just slipped a bit lately.  Taking meds has been about it.  Oh, couldn't find my multivitamins, so have those four in daily for the next two weeks.  Should have my regulars back in stock, or found, by then.

Fasting, and email problems.

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I have no idea when I went to bed.  I woke around 15:00.  Blood sugar was 195, has since climbed to 218 for no good reason.  It was down to 145 yesterday, between meals.  No, I don't understand.  No food today or tomorrow, if plans follow.  Perhaps longer if possible.  If I can fast for five days I will.  I'll just have to crack down.  As I have brought bp down, and am bringing blood sugar down, I will bring my a1c down.  BP was good, enough.

I received great news.  An old friend sent an email saying he would like to visit.  He was a neighbor physics grad student when I was in engineering school.  We split a ranch.  He mowed for a meal or two a week.  We used to... butt heads on everything.  Not quite Archie and Meathead, both of the conservative side, both going more conservative, just at different places and at various speeds... uhrm, velocities.  :p

Anyway... the one time in years I have needed gmail it fails.  Says something about not being able to confirm the host.  He has the same domain, is it, since then, perhaps back to high school.  Their suggested fix?  Contact the sender to have them go to a link and figure it out.  It's my only contact point.  I checked a number I had, but nope.  He must have changed it, or lost it while figuring out finances after school.  I tried to look him up.  May have found him, but no new or local number.

I even tried to create new email accounts, but no.  I'll figure something out.  Apparently he doesn't read here anymore, if he ever did?  If you do, just talk in the comments, B.  Dratted drats.  I was going to warn him about the dry heat.  He lived in L.V. for a goodly spell, no need.  I'll figure something out shortly.

I'll have to get cracking on the cave and my guns.  For an academic he was alright.  We used to do scotch if we have both at least cut way back.  A few shots a month, mostly.  Not even every month.  He might be interested in boating, and seeing the valley and canyons, a bit anyway.  I've been itching to get out, just can't do it for myself.

Oh, I best get vitamins going.  While the water pills are keeping my lungs dry, they are also washing a lot of stuff out, minerals... the electrolytes... which leads to leg cramps.  While it isn't causing spasms, it has become a near permanent ache from a mild charliehorse, in my left lower leg, mostly below the calf.  Yeah.

It got at least into the low 80's F, remaining much cooler in here.  It is almost time to start the ac upstairs.  Just a few hours in the morning, perhaps, if I'll hold off for a bit.  It is getting as low as the low 40's at night.  Opening it all up helps, just have to close it all before noon, earlier now probably.  Hmm, running just the fan upstairs, at night, might be good.  But it's a memory and physical effort issue to mess with it every day.  Perhaps another timer?

I best get to something.  Perhaps start cleaning, get returns together and set to go, and shower?  In a bit.  I'll look for vitamins, try to get that all set up first.  Later.

Always something.

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Boiled eggs, belt sizes, returns, towels, and more?

I do like boiled eggs.  Often tricky to get just right.  A bit trickier when of different sizes.  Yet so much better home raised.  Only nine fit in the pan I grabbed.  I'll fry the rest shortly.  I even got them semi-hard boiled, how I prefer them.  Questionable?  Are you nuts?  If you eat runny yolks (which I always do), that yolk is more undercooked.  Anyway, I am definitely enjoying country living.  I am cutting back on milk, but I enjoyed going long on that for a while.

As to belts?  A size up is what I was supposed to order.  My bad.  And, no.  There is no wiggle room.  I'll try the jeans before returning, just in case they don't fit.  One return if possible.  I have so many returns I am choking.  Some might have timed out.  I'll find out soon enough.

Oh, the towels which didn't impress me?  By eyes, no.  In practice?  Absolutely wonderful!  I can admit when I was wrong.  Thankfully I don't have to eat crow anyplace but here.  Beyond truly being plush and absorbent, they are massive.  At least 25% bigger than my old bath sheets.  Like a million bucks.  They don't look it though.  I might get a shower tonight just to use one again.

I do need to get vitamins going again.  Cramps.  Legs.  The water pills drain harshly.  A daily multi, plus the major minerals boosted three days a week.  While I am doing exceptionally well with medicine, I never did find and refill vitamins.  I need to refill everything again, again, so now would be a good time.

A nap transformed.

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Down at 8:00.  No choice.  Could not wake until 17:48 or such.  Well, I became aware a few times, had to use the bathroom at least once.  Just couldn't pull it all together.  I was sure it was warm, maybe hot today.  That didn't help either.  Dead, by rights.  Sleep was deep and rich.  Dreams, good ones, out of memories reach.

I couldn't figure out how to tell time.  The girls have managed to unplug the clock in there.  I'll fix that, but it won't change today.  Why would they do it?  Because, or to turn off the glow, or because CORD!  I sometimes think they do have some idea what they are doing, set out with a plan.  Sometimes they just do things.  As with women, which event is from one of those sources or the other you will never know.

No call to the doc.  I may just call, request the information.  I really only need a bit of the data.  Oh, and my post office box has been closed again.  I'll have to get in Monday.  I really need to set up the phone device so as to get rid of the cellphone soon.  Always something, more, else, new.

Blood sugars are bouncing between 170 and 225 without good cause.  Bp is becoming more regularly lower with pulse hitting the lower 80's mostly.  I'm doing what I can.  Sure is getting warm!  I am actually happy about that.  Oh, and my 38's from Dulth are in.  Later.

A short, off, down cycle.

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So hot, tired, and grumpy by the time I got home.  Then not being able to sleep until much later.  Grumpy about more than just the long day.  Restless and more.

I realized my phone was still on airplane mode, and off.  Put it back on and received a message from the doc.  My a1c is... rather high.  As are a few other things indicating my kidneys are taking a beating.  I had decided to hold off to see if my glucose is going down, but realized that isn't necessary.  My local doc took the readings recently.  I forgot to call in and check.  I will do that today.  If the two a1c's are similar I may have to... reconsider some things.  I am not practical at every turn, definitely not at every point in time.  In the longer haul, if that timespan hopefully is shrinking due to an association to, appreciation of, wisdom, it is hoped practicality is becoming surer sooner.  Still not sure about this, or that.  But I will review, reviewing further as needed.

Down around 18:00?  Up at 1:00?  Not perfect, not bad.  Fasting blood sugar is 177.  It was 253 before bedtime.  BP, while not way out, is ugly.  Hey, but I am going to start taking carvedilol twice a day, as intended.  If efficacy diminishes, an easy fix.  I'll check bp again in a few hours, as with blood sugar, before eating.  Bacon, eggs, and milk.  Zounds!

I called my mother, with some information, and curiosity.  She has started working.  Four to six hours a day, perhaps four days a week, plus occasional slot fills.  Enough to keep her active, involved with the world, but hopefully not too worn.  What I wouldn't give to be able to maintain a schedule to do even just that sort of job...  just to be up, out, have some function, use, relevance, social and public presence, if still be slightly personally invisible.  Odd how some people are invisible to others.  These are some of my favorite people... especially when they are so alive when... noticed.  Oh, she did receive her utensils.  Good enough, more than enough.  That is what I like to hear.

Yes.  A bit less grumpy.  A plan.  Not quite so boxed in.  We will see.  Be good, peoples.

We will!  ;p

Brutal day.

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Not a bad day, just a long one.  Bedtime lately has been 9:00.  Which was my appointment time in SLC.  Primary.  Blood work first, so I aimed to be there by 7:00.  Leaving here at 5:15, plus with probable traffic problems?  I could hope to be there by 8:00.  I might have to skip the lab, just do it after.  Traffic was excellent, I was there, parked, and after a short wait, getting my blood drawn at 7:30.  I do my best, it worked today.

I then found where optometry is.  I wasn't able to do more than locate the room.  It didn't open untill my appointment time.  I also checked and they did have my bank set for transportation reimbursement.  No time to fill out a form for today quite yet.  Little bits anyway, then back to primary to wait.

BP was a bit high, but came down after a bit.  Their scale is 20 pounds more than mine.  Since I am wearing 38's, I think they jack the scale.  With vets they hate, they are very passive-aggressive.  They can't be trusted.  As usual, they ignore me when I tell them my main symptom is and always has been exhaustion.  Painful, crippling, exhaustion.  And that most medicine exacerbates that.  Tried to tell me my condition was from heavy drinking after the Navy, but slipped because I got sick IN the Navy as a rare light drinker.  As well, is trying to push insulin.  No.

I had my blood sugar reader, and bp data, out nearly in the vehicle.  Then had to bring something in, brought those in, and forgot them.  Ugh.

After, I did get up to where to get the scripts turned into actual glasses.  A bit of a wait but I felt bad for them.  I went with bifocals, progressives.  As well I got my cd (something diapter) measured for the way the site I will be buying from wanted them measured.  As well, I got a copy of my prescription.  I'll just order distance vision glasses first, online.  If the VA and online glasses check out, then I may bite the bullet on a pair of backup bifocals.  I asked a few questions about how to order, best sized frames, and what a few things meant.  Learning, trying.  They had so much gunk in my eyes when they tested that... I'm not sure it was done right.  That won't happen again.

Finally, I signed for travel.  Deserve?  I expected them to shoot me, if I failed.  But, as I have learned, they were trying to cheat me from the start.  Just weren't quite up to pure murder.  Mostly.  They did have me on 100 mg of carvedilol.  I... think they have tried.  First they try to kill me, then act as if to save me.  Then try to force medicines.  I simply don't trust them.  I will be getting medicine through them, for now, is how I was told.

Someone has a bee in her bonnet.

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Must have hit a nerve.  I'm pretty sure where.

Yeah?

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I believe my elders hated when we, as kids, said "yeah".  And we cared deeply enough to remember their umbrage and say yeah every chance we got, until they started to slip, then correct them.  Or... maybe that was just me?  Just chuckling about the simple evils of youth.  It's about as far as it went.  And only for those with powerplay minds or one too many pet peeves.

Dreams.  Ones who got away through no fault of ours.  One I met in some nowhere airport, both of us coming from and going to different points.  I remember her name, or close.  Such a freak, ugly, name for such a pretty woman, if I am not sure how to spell it. Phillamena?  How we ended up even meeting?  Then looking for a closet or bathroom to, well, do what we intended?  All but a home run, not from lack of effort.  Everything was battened down.  This was before security insanity, and foreign to boot.  It was just shut... because.  None of the kiosks were vacant or well enough enclosed.  Ran out of time.

A snack helped.

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Usually a snack will push blood sugar higher.  My blood sugar was 251 before the snack... spicy pork rinds... didn't want to fuss with popcorn.  Too tired.  Whatever is the problem remains.  I was suspicious, the third ingredient was dextrose.  That is usually a bad thing, like sugar or worse.  This time it worked.  Two hours after the smallish snack and blood sugar is 206.  Crazy but I'll take it.

I will put the towels in the dryer then go on to bed.  I'd like to get to the post office, and UPS.  I just can't.  Zapped, harshly.  Hmm, might fry a few eggs.  Quite good.  Try some salsa on that.  Good night and day.

Between here and there.

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Getting to work seems improbable.  Why?  I don't know.  Just getting things done in the cave is like pulling teeth.  A shower today.  Really need to shave.  I did toss the towels in for a wash, will dry them shortly.  Need to do dishes, other laundry, cleaning, clearing.  At least the trash and recycling cans are set back up.  Well maybe not recycling yet?

Blood sugar was still high, but dinner went forth.  It dropped to 250 before dinner, went to 317 two hours after.  At 1:45, in 25, I'll check the four hour mark.  I'll check bp and pulse too.  If that was the high, or seems it, and it came down to 250 or less, it isn't the food, but volume, that was the problem.  Two burritos with everything except black olive slices.  It's what I have to eat.  Oh, tea instead of milk.

Spearmint is in going with tea.  I purchased that and peppermint with other spices and herbs.  I really should grow some.  That and popcorn if I get hungry.  I need to shop.  Snacks.  Various nuts, perhaps try better nut butters as peanut butter really is pretty bad.  But that would go well with fresh vegetables and some fruits.  By the way, what do they do to some fruits?  I bought granny smith apples and they never went bad.  Shook me up a bit.  I just let them go, eventually throwing them out in disgust, almost fear.  Then it got worse... I wondered how old they were when I bought them.  A plastic world?

Bah.  Blood sugar, after four hours, is still very high... 308.  I'm betting on the salsa.  Everything else I have had in various mixes.  No sugar?  Possible if the use certain tomatoes, if I have my doubts.  I'll try it with something, like pork, that I know isn't high in the glycemic index (or at least for me in my typical doses).  Well, and I can try burritos without it.  Hmm, and white flour tortillas.  Yeah.  Still, need to find out what I can use.  BP went up, 156/106 p. 80.  I don't write that slow, just fiddling, tea, and other things interfering.

Since I can't do else, gaming... if not even much of that.  It is something.

Enough for now.  Later.

A split decision.

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Awake, late.  Went down after 9:00, woke after 17:00.  A shower first thing.  Then blood sugar.  Terrible, 300.  I have to rethink burritos, if I crowded my plate.  However, bp was smack, 130/79 p. 50?  I did both arms, 122/89 p. 51, so, yeah.  Whack, Jack.  I can live with those numbers.  Weight is 255.  I would love to see 250, and 240 is my reevaluation number.  Plateaued, though.  Ugh.

I should have a few packages.  My towels were getting pretty ratty.  Serviceable but for how long?  And I was lead to the notion of white towels, so I could sanitize if needed, as well as bleach if else failed.  I use bath sheets for obvious reasons, and turkish are among the best.  I'll wash them first.  I am hoping my reasoning and planning pay off.

I'd best get ready.  Later.
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Just coasting.

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Burritos, with everything save lettuce.  Two meals of it.  I don't make them well, to be honest, or my taste buds are down for maintenance.  Still, something new.

Blood sugar is remaining high.  Burritos don't seem to raise it more than other meals.  Blood pressure has been on the lower end of the ranges.  Medicine is back on track.  I tried a new type of salsa, with no advertised sugar.  I think it might work.

I called my mother.  She seems to think she might visit.  I best figure out how to dig in and get things ready, as ready as I can.  I let her know to look for a few things.  If I am going to spend good money on pans she prefers, to get rid of bad nonstick pans, I decided to make sure she had cooking utensils which wouldn't scratch the pans.  It's just covering my investment.

The side veggies were watered.  Nothing but the hand sprayer worked.  It worked easily well enough.  Every other day, for a bit.  I want to see growth.  It is also about time to bring my houseplants out.  I winter them in the bathroom.  Another shower or two and they should be ready.  I am thinking of setting the tea plant out, get it used to the outside a bit first.  I'd like to see it bloom.  Just to see if I can get that to happen.

Ah, I have heard the boat did well.  Easy enough to work, probably even solo.  I don't know if they tried standing, but I had it that it's floor can be inflated to a rigidity which allows stand paddling.  Not sure about my size, if there is only one way to find out.  I would need a new type of paddle, but that is doable.  I am excited to try.

Not much else.  I have to go down, sleep is calling.  The boss thinks I will be working later.  I suspect he is right.  Something about weeding, clearing some of the living room, and something else.  Oh, and best settle accounts.  He'll be happy to hear a toy I returned is being replaced.  Not sure when it will arrive, if probably this week yet.  Though who knows.  Good night, day.

Tomorrow is here.

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If, as soon as you realize and square that?  You realize it is just today, again.  And in worst case general scenarios, it's a Mon day.  Which, you probably know by now.  I am just discerning this.  Thankfully or not, every myday is pretty much Anyday.  It's just dealing with Mon day gloompusses that can get me.  I much prefer Hump day attitudes, even if I am sure most of you aren't going to.  Back to the mines, slaves!  But at least you post perty pics and shut it about Monday.  :p  No hate, I'm actually jealous.  Mostly.

Blood sugar was 234.  BP is 132/102 p. 82.  I finished the last of the soda last night.  Yeah.  Waste not.  It'll come back around.  About to grill a steak and do more eggs.  Did I say how delicious home raised eggs are?  They are.  Rich, orange, yolks, perfect whites, a flavor not offered in the organic section of the stores.  All eggs there were off... I was starting to wonder if I had become allergic.  Nope.  And duck eggs?  Bigger, with a lot more yolk.  If you a love yolk, this is your golden egg.  Life is good.

As to steaks?  From now on, I will be getting about thirty half inchers and fifteen inchers.  When steak becomes regular, eating roast size isn't quite the thing.  Or I'll see about other steaks.  Variety.  But, yeah, steaks are the main food, just... smaller bites.  I still have enough for a bit.  I'd also like to price lamb again.  That both helps the 4-H'ers, but provides a rich bounty.  That won't be until late August or later.  How to arrange meat purchases so they don't trip up finances...

I thought, from senses and sounds, that gloom had returned, and rain.  It made getting out of bed difficult.  Imagine my surprise and joy to find it otherwise.  The cave is just rigged well.  And the roof sounds were from metal expansion.  It is 85 F out there.  Coming out from a house in the high 60's it felt good.

I'll hit dishes, do some cleaning, maybe strip the bedding, do a lot.  Oh, and water the side yard veggies as soon as the sun is off them and it has time to cool.  I may begin doing that in short bursts, every other day, once set up.  Until I see more good growth again, then go to biweekly, but longer waterings?  I have no idea what I am doing.  I wonder if I have a hoe?  I think I have a short tined type thing, with and adz adjacent.  Tinny thing, but works for as insubstantial as it seems.  I will try it.  Oh, could spray weeds and bugs sometime soon.  The weed spray is working, slowly.  Rain and cool have thwarted that a bit.  Ideas, anyway.  I best check on that grill.

Have a great Monday.  *grins*  Later.

Not much and no more.

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Trash and recycling were collected, plus cat litter care.  Only trash pickup today.  Still, it is out.  I have been having difficulty getting things done.  A product of medication and cooler weather.  If it heats as they suggest it might help.  Into the 90's, through much of the week, last I heard.  If I can keep that a bit in check, through window opening and closing, plus judicious use of fans and ac units, yet let some heat in, and go out in it, life might improve.  It's having two gorillas, or three, in tow.  I am used to having one, always.

Lost track of medicine for two days.  Back on it fully today.  A side effect of the medicine.  I'm trying to get back to it, full time, to see what else could be done.  Not sure I can sustain higher doses of the main pill, others seem to cause worse crashes.  I found a script of losartan, and am already taking that.  So...  I don't know.  I also haven't been doing bp this weekend.  I'll begin tomorrow.  Just zoned it out.  Concentration, focus, wasn't available, before the whisky pile-driver.

Grass was watered.  It's looking better.  I need to water the side yard, with the growy stuff, afterthe sun moves well over the house.  I may yet get a shower and shave in spite of the title of this post.  Of course, then I'd have to stay up for a bit longer.  Not sure I can sleep yet.  If I'm not sure I can get going either.  Stuck?  We'll see.

Is there a full moon thing?

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Something seems to be in the air.  From news reported and not, people online and off, and yes, yours truly.  Just a strange moon if not a full one.

I went shopping for new cutlery.  A brand I like, trust.  The ones I bought for my mother.  This time I bought the set.  Expensive, but the set was at a steal price (will look them over carefully to be sure they aren't knock-offs, but it was from the manufacturer's mini-estore).  Odd thing though... I wanted extra pairing knives.  While looking, and about to add to my cart?  I realized another set was cheaper than the two pairing knives, or even a single chef's knife!  So I just went with an extra set.  I hope they aren't fakes, or bad seconds.

Still a bit green.  Blood sugar has been unstable. As low as 172, as high as 278 after the small bit I could eat, 192 right after I ate... forgot premeal so got it as soon as I remembered.  Now up to 212 or such without a bite since the low.  The numbers are from memory, but plus or minus five or so.  Still, a bit surprised it's not in the three hundreds, or higher, after yesterday.  Still, annoying.  I guess today will be a fast, maybe tomorrow.  My system just isn't used to Coka-Cola ramped booze, yes, regular, three liters.  Well, with the hooch on top, about a fifth of it but only 80 proof.

Later, or good night.

Tricks for summer.

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Actually, they work for winter too, some of them.  Keeping heat or cold in the front rooms.  Most back windows open, which won't work much longer, save at night.  Heavier curtains with sheers as well, heelps aton.  I would like an exterior door between one of the rooms, as both more weather shielding and extra security.  But those are terribly expensive, doubly when installed.  For now a curtain rod and sheet, but it did quite well.  It got to 90 F, or really close.  Actually it even helped the front room remain cooler.  It only got to 74.  The rest of the cave stayed in the upper 60's.  I haven't needed the ac upstairs, if in the main bedroom, on hot days, it is sometimes necessary.

Funny, I sometimes need ac in the winter, if we get a relative warm spell.  I suppose the warming has been gradual enough for even me this spring?  Well, and it will take a bit to really heat, at which time the cave will hold heat and the ground won't sop it up as well.  Still, I am slowly learning how to better rig the cave.  At least until I get central air.  Some of it will still work, getting ducts to the front rooms would be an engineering beast, at some real risk.

Dinner is going.  The last of the roast, a potato, and corn.  I think half a potato will do, the rest can be warmed in a couple days.  Smaller potatoes?  No, they are more expensive and ding my blood sugar more for some reason.  Just normal potatoes.  I should try red, gold, and finger potatoes... for variety and as raw data.  I was tempted to buy squash the other day.  Soon.  As well, with cottage cheese and fruit, I am cutting portions.  I am trying to figure out what, how much, and when to eat.

I bought more corn, but somehow got a bunch of creamed corn.  They faced boxes with regular corn, then had the other behind.  I'll find a home for it and shop more carefully.

Most eating advice, other than cutting most sugar and fast burning carbs, if what even those are, what those mean, is inaccurate, hugely, at least for me.  Finding which foods that work, then controlling volume and frequency of consumption are the tricks.  The latter are equally important.  A difficult set of obstacles for a nearly sleep walker much of my time.  Such precise balance must be developed to gain control, something obviously not sustainable.  And, yet, the only option I will risk of the options available.

Stubborn?  No.  Alive beyond all reason and unwilling to let fool's jeopardize that for big pharma, medical industrial complex power pushes, especially combined with a growing government involvement in medicine.  Socialism always leads to genocide, usually of the sick first.  Just stopping insulin production would get rid of a lot of expense fast.  If the truth is it has nothing to do with money.  Unlike other "medicines", insulin creates a dependence, a vital one.  If I don't see it my lifetime I will be a bit surprised.  And it won't just be here.  Global.  It also won't just be insulin.  They might even base it on something true, in many places... water contamination.  Though for that to work they would have to kill the pill too, which is why it hasn't happened yet.  They need much higher levels of infertility.  Killing of the masses is tricky business.

Well, couldn't eat much.  Definitely still green about the gills.  Later.

Someone dipped into the magic juice.

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Well, more than usual anyway.  I have a nip on rare occasions, to stave off chill, flu or cold (works for me mostly), or to add a hiccup to my step.  Long has it been that a nip or two wasn't all... a year, more like years.  Not sure what I posted.  Almost afraid to look.  I just, as matter of fact anymore, pull posts then review when I am less green about the head, shoulders, and gills.  Green with a bit of blue on black.

Finished off the Hell-Cat Maggie Irish.  Not a bad poison.  Then got through another half of Tullamore, if my last cup, with several shots, remained mostly untouched this morning.  *flush*  I, for one, do not do hair of the dog.  More drowsy than anything.  A little dehydrated as well.  A good meal before helps.

Dinner was fantastic.  I was missing roast beef.  My round up is beef and pork roasts, steak and pork ribs and chops, burger mixes, and more rarely chicken either hind quarters or whole.  Oh, lamb when I see it on sale... usually too brutally expensive.  I really need to mix that up or I get bored with food and, well, all sorts of things can happen.  *cough*

I ended up eating a third of the roast!  The rest will get heated in a bit.  I really like chuck roasts, but they have been too high.  Even at $4 a pound I nearly balked.  If the best price I see them is $3.50, if that has been some long time ago, if too I don't check every time.  Last few times I did check they were $5.50 or more.  Nope.  Heck, burger pops to nearly $5 a pound, and not the lean which is higher.  This time it was an incredible $2.89 or sich.  I grabbed several, always do when it is lower.  I really need to save up for a quarter or half a beef and hog again.  I end up paying less per pound for everything than I pay just for hamburger that way.  Thing is you have to have half a $K to burn on the lower end of beef or per hog (or lamb).  It's a wise stupid trick though.

Uhm, on to waking.  Good day.

Not exactly a tattoo: The next.

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Know the enemy, especially if you are the enemy, love.

Better.

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I've been messing up with blood sugar recently.  The wrong food, too much, too often... you know the drill, weather weight loss, gain, diabetes, or some others or mix is your game.  Some of it has to happen.  From figuring out how to control hunger using the right foods and amounts, to finding out which foods work, and that some labels seem to be false, mistakes have to happen, will happen.

My aftermeal blood sugar is 166, only a 14 point rise.  I accidentally purchased cream of corn.  I was sure that would jack blood sugar, but decided to test.  Learn a bite at a time.   It obviously didn't, of this brand.  It just isn't my favorite, though good for a change.  Problem?  Still hungry.  Too close for a snack.  So?  Oatmeal, with my mix of half and half.  I'll see how this does.  Gooder foods are generally worth the risk.

A kink in the back for no good reason.  Perhaps I'll do dishes tonight.  Maybe a shower and shave, I trimmed whiskers recently.  Random odd jobs through the weekend as possible.  Later.

That wasn't a nap.

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Not a full sleep cycle eother.  A neep, slap?  Neep if I must.  Sam kept banging on the door.  They became too used to canned food.  I'll have to stop feeding them canned food at all until they start eating dry food again.  If they keep up the fuss, they will go into their transports overnight, with some food, water, and paper.

Blood sugar is down to 142.  Not great, but sure beats 202.  I'm preparing supper.  Pork roast, corn, and tea.  It'll go back up then go lower quickly, if history holds.  If I need a snack later, I'll have a small portion of popcorn.  Hmm, or peanuts.  Those and most nuts are good for blood sugar, as is a small portion of cttage cheese and canned unsweetened fruit.  I need to find other snacks.

It's rather chill tonight, which made getting the grill going difficult.  Another part was the gloom encroached making it difficult to see coal density.  There has to be enough to get a good glow but with enough room for air.  I can barely believe this is June.  Summer will get here, eventually.

Later.

The boat is getting "sea" trials.

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The boss stopped by.  Wanted to borrow the inflatable canoe.  No worries.  I had to find bits and parts.  I have four seats, only three fit at a time.  But they are different types.  Paddles, air pump, anchor, and anchor rope were all rounded up.  I offered him one of my wetsuits, but it was too big.  Oh, the one life vest I have or could find went with.  I have other things, if I can find the items.  A screw-type beach tie-off, flashers for boat and crew, large and small dry sacks, just vicarious tackle and gear.  What they have should do.  I am dying to hear how she handles.  As I have mentioned, for me at least, life is about stories.  Though if she handles easily I'd like to go out with a small crew, then solo.  Perhaps on minor whitewater runs.  She can handle class III or IV white water, and I "swam" in worse.

Dinner was just so-so.  Not because food was bad, my body just wasn't interested in eating.  I have enough meat cooked for several days, if I can eat.

One other note.  I finally found Latin lessons with audio, which have better reviews and referrals.  So I ordered that.  I have other lessons but realized, without oral and written, and it being a dead language, I was headed nowhere fast on my own, or worse.  If I do well, Greek next.  It's for religion but has a multitude of uses, as well as being the mother of many languages and the grandmother, daughter, and aunt to others, including my own.  Veni, vidi, vici?  We'll see.  Or awkward.

A nap?  Yes.  This weather is killing me.  Either edging on too hot or crashing and taking me with it.  Later.

Up, going, slowly.

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Blood sugar was ugly.  The first time north of two hundred in a while, if by just two points.  It was 122 last night, then I had nachos.  Cheese is carb free, chips said the were low carb.  I trust the cheese.  The chips not so much.  It wasn't even as if I ate much, say thirty chips max, more like half that.  Shredded cheese was the only topping, melted.  No more nachos.  Wow.  Or at least not with those chips.  Don't say it was corn.  I eat large portions of canned sweet without a glucose hiccup.  They must add sugar, hidden in there.  Perhaps there is a brand that doesn't.  Yeah, they mean to create diabetes.  It's down to 173.

It isn't even 60 F outside.  Yikes.  It's easily good enough for me, but it is tightening the growing season.  Amazing.  Partly cloudy, as has been the norm lately.

I've been good enough I am taking some risks.  I ordered 38 belts and several more 38 jeans.  Even the 40's I have are looking baggy.  The Cabela's jeans I loved are gone.  They have some others I may try.  I went with Duluth 5-pocket ballroom jeans (for exactly what that sounds like, room for), on sale.  More expensive still than old, similar to new Cabela's jeans.  I will give Cabela's new jeans a shot next month.  I just hope they didn't make them woman thin with Eddie Bauer queer (small) pockets.  Gah!  Duluth is good, if pricey.  Upper lefty blue collar, engineering to overpaid union type.  Snooty in it's own way, but... more doable than do-nothing sniveling academic snootiness.  I told you, I hate equally, mostly.

Pork is grilling.  Green beans too.  That and milk.  All good.  Lower and slower, in part because of the cool day.  Oh, the musical responses?  Manifold.  Immediate.  I may put up a montage, or two, or not.  Later.

Sometimes I do remember.

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A dream reminded.  A love, a real one, more recent as far as it goes.

Rollercoaster ride.

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Down around 5:00, up at 13:00.  My preferred sleep length, there is that.  Fasting blood sugar wasn't so good at 198.  BP and pulse were gooder(tm).  Anything in the 130's/100's and sub 90's pulse is considered superior, for now.  I may see about doubling,or nearly, carvedilol, and going back on losarten.  The former adds to exhaustion, the latter works but only some so is too expensive for self-pay.  At the better end of the bp/pulse range, five to ten points might really shine.

Dark, as yesterday, as it has been, mostly, for the last five days?  It makes it difficult to get going.  Though it's that or 80 F plus days.  Ugh.  I am going to try to find the number, to see about swimming.  As well, I'll set up the packages for return.  Probably not today if I'll push for tomorrow.  I need to do grocery and cat shopping tomorrow.  I got some dry, but need canned, more dry, and litter.  I like to keep well up, just in case I can't get out.

I finally got over busting my big toe, then I caught my small toe.  I so rarely hurt my feet, I guess it was time.  I thought the small toe had improved, then it started swelling again.  It'll... heal, in time.  It doesn't hurt, it just squeezes the other toes, mostly.  And doesn't fit in shoes, house shoes, or even socks, well.

A shower, shave, dishes, and packages?  Yes.  At 15:00 I'll take another blood test, then heat up the third of the steak I couldn't finish, plus green beans.  I need to boil eggs, because I can't keep up on frying, scrambling, etc.  Hmm, and potato salad would be super, only homemade.  They dump sugar, one way or another, in every plant and store processed potato salad.  Then lie about it.  The blood test unveils the deception.

Hmm?  Best feed the girls before I get sliced, yelled at (more), or just voted of the island.  Good day.

Up too late.

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I was hoping to see blood sugar drop, well, before going to bed.  And it finally did.  Down to 137 anyway.  I pushed it, in every way today.  Eventually, even simply by happenstance, I won't.  And I won't in vast majority regularity... when I am not looking.  And then maintenance will be vastly easier.  While watching a teapot come to a boil won't actually stop the intention, observing phenomena, especially when one's self is involved, may well have an contrary effect.

I have noticed an odd thing.  I am not absolute about a direct link.  I am exploring it.  If I stay up until my blood sugar comes down, I do better, generally, the next day.  It isn't a perfect fit, but it seems probable, mostly.  Worth a shot, especially on days I push things, for whatever reason(s).  Win, lose, or draw, tomorrow I will have more data.

A good bad boy.

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Today was mostly shopping.  From cat food to charcoal, weed spray, a new sprinkler, etc., and returning a package.  The boss drove.  Only things not found were various smaller sprinkler heads and drip line hoses.  I have several returns to make, so can look at another store.  Three bags of charcoal has lasted me a year, but I am using it more.  Even so, especially in the summer it has many values attached to the small price.

Another surprise.

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BP isn't great, the left arm gave me a still ugly but better reading.  I just took medicine, perhaps that is the problem?  My blood sugar, several hours after my second meal read 122.  Which... I wasn't sure.  So I just took another reading, 111.  Crazy, but I will take it.  That is absolutely amazing.  Fasting really does work for me.  Now, if I pay attention, fast multiple days occasionally, do day fasting as a usual, I may be able to... fix some issues. I am not guaranteeing I am cured, yet.  I simply believe I will get there, soon, if not.

I did finish the garage.  One corner was too much.  The rest was emptied, swept down and out, then everything put back in better order.  Far from perfect if much better.  Backing in was much easier, more room and easier to see.  It wore me out, which is good.  The boss did stop by just to plan.  He had an event tonight, after work.  Tomorrow.  Early in the day, morning.

I best get to sleep.  Oh, packages to be returned tomorrow.  Good night.

Two concerns with no stones.

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Blood sugar dropped after the meal.  From 171 to 191 while fasting, then to 122 after my meal.  How crazy is that?  I'll take it.  Then my mother called.  She found the missing packages.  They left them at a door she never uses.  That was about to turn into a real hassle.  The other thing, that actually did go missing, is covered.  Ugh.  That woman and packages.

I started in on the garage but fell down on the job.  I have some things out.  I don't need the push mower or push snowblower anymore.  The engines and parts could be useful.  Perhaps to run a grainmill?  Though there are other things.  I can't get a well, if I am not sure those would work, save as emergency... not really meant for that heavy of use.  Who knows.  Probably a bit small for gocart engines?  Just tinker thinking.

Not sure what tonight.  Not sure he will be back.  I may sweep some, then put it all back.  Another meal is planned.  Just a small steak and one glass of milk.  I can't believe the blood sugar.  Odd how it worked.  Later.  Perhaps good night.

Looking into the eyes of Doom.

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I wasn't curious.  Until I saw what videos popped.  I asked for a few details, suggested a general notion.  I keep things benign in... certain company.  Not for my wellbeing.  Fragile, but not I.  Not now that I am awake, aware, and immune to gaslighting.  Even so, I think they see beyond what science says will be there.  Difficult for most to look into my alien eyes, but to plumb their depths is to court the unkown.

Down late.

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Could not get to bed.  The cold front, storm, whatever, seems to have parked here.  I don't think that is the problem.  It is better a bit cool.  Stuck, unable to gain traction.  And had to eat last night.  Fasting blood sugar was up to 171 fasting, then continued to rise, at 191 now, while still fasting.  I am not up to much more fasting.  Smaller meals though, and closer together.  For now.  Forgot morning bp, currently 130/102 p. 78.

A steak, small one, half a can of vegetables, and a small portion of pears and cottage cheese, with tea.  A second meal of just a small steak, three hours after the main meal, is the plan.  I suspect you have to feed, sometimes, to get it to adust.  I ate the last third of the bigger steak and half potato left over from supper.  I am a bit surprised it jacked blood sugar as it did.

Back to real time is it.  True, but not starting on a Monday and a short week for it.  I best get some things done.  Later.

Snack!

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While another full meal seemed too much, a snack seemed possible.  Another blood check, to see if blood sugar had continued to rise.  Nope, down to 124.  An eight ounce (liquid) container of unshelled salted peanuts.  It handled hunger well enough.  An hour and change later, and blood sugar is up to 128.  Not a bad rise.  Still hungry, just not painfully so.  I will need to experiment with various snack items.  Home popped popcorn is good, and pretty much all I can eat, from what I have seen so far, salted and buttered.  Herbed and buttered probably then as well.

I'm not up to going to town.  Still a bit green about the gills.  Premeal blood sugar is now averaging 136 for the week.  I... just don't think my body is used to that, or the lower bp and pulse.  Actually, that I am on meds, and the weather cooled with no sun for the last few days?  I'm doing well to be able to stay awake and on meds.  I am doing very well for having every major negative active.

I have another change.  I will be aiming to take night medicines earlier, say around 18:00.  I am curious to see if this will have a readable reduction in blood pressure before going to bed.  Perhaps that will shift things down before sleep, improving things.  At this point, while I can check so regularly, I might as well experiment.  Optimizing systems, programs, techniques, when raw data and processing power is available improves function when forced to coast.

Weight, again, was 255.  If I can keep blood sugar down, and continue to work, especially adding swimming, I... think losing serious weight won't be a problem.  Then again I have lost thirty and gained some muscle.  I just can't push too hard until I lose more.  But I can do some.  Yeah.

Good night.

A major crash nap.

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It wasn't the food, it was the end of the fast.  My body simply isn't used to low blood sugar.  It had risen to 111 before eating anything.  I couldn't stay awake long enough after dinner to get that read.  But after three to four hours down, it is 133.  Good enough, but not good enough for a second meal within daily fasting.  A second meal will require a blood sugar of 110, or rarely 120 if it is needed, but within four hours after the first meal.  BP was best from the right arm, at 127/93 pulse 93.

Headache.  I had the door shut, it gets warm and stuffy.  Should have had the ac going.  If I can get going, I will get a shower and go to town.  Dry catfood.  I'd also like to hit dishes, and buy disposable cups.  I just can't keep up.  Which, in part, is why I am grilling.  If that has the side benefit of flavor, general ease, and keeping the indoors cool.  Ugh, aspirin might help kick the aches enough to get going sooner.

Steak.  Quite good.  Broth first, to ease out of the fast.  I don't salt broth while making it, so do need to add some.  It is never as salty as store bought, by taste or beyond.  Add a bit of fresh cracked pepper and even less salt is needed, same with cream.  It was a good meal, if it took a long time to eat it.  As mentioned, I had already begun falling before eating anything.

Well, on to waking and maybe to town.  Walmart is probably open.  For the lame, Walmart is a treasure.  May you never understand having no control over your schedule most of the time.  I have been lucky, and aimed my appointments well.  That... won't hold.  Then again, I have still missed an appointment and had to change an half a dozen.  Yeah, they really help the mostly dead.

Later.

Surprise.

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Didn't end up going to bed as early as planned, and had trouble falling to sleep.  Which was part of why I didn't bother going to bed earlier.  Even so I was up an hour or two earlier than what was, is?, becoming normal.  Up by 8:00.  I'd like to keep that, roll it back some if possible, unlikely as that is.  Sleep was good.  Dreamed of catching a wildcat.  Then I wasn't so sure.  I think it is supposed to work that way?

Fasting blood sugar usually goes up.  Fasting, this time... or just because.  A new record fasting blood sugar low 92.  BP isn't great, if it isn't really high, at 159/108 p. 73.  I like that pulse at almost half the highest I've seen it.

Yes, I'll break my fast today, but later.  I'll check blood around noon, then have broth, perhaps then prep for the steak and vegetable(s) plus milk.  While it isn't too low, it is getting there.  The goal now is to only eat what it takes to maintain 80 to 100, +40.  Don't eat again until the blood sugar is + or - 10 of 100 again.  This is were I will really begin learning foods.  Sometimes I will overeat, that will fix itself as it will require extended fasting.  And, sometimes, just because, it will go stupid for no good reason.  A lot of moderation will be required.

I suppose I know why docs don't just say it.  Most people can't do it.  Not sure I can.  It is merely the plan.  *gurgle*  The innards sure whine and rumble when not fed regularly.

Later.

Not much.

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Bone broth.  About a cup, with nearly that much water, a pinch of salt, and a tablespoon or two of whole cream.  My blood sugar was at 105.  An hour, now two later, and blood sugar went from 109 to 110.  My guess it will only go down, if I were to stay up.  Fasting blood sugar is often the highest number of the day.  If, perhaps, as my body changes, it begins to do things differently.  Oh, and the broth was just fine.  And I can gladly live with the mild increase in blood sugar .  I didn't need it, I was merely curious and with blood sugar finally good it seemed like a good time to take a risk.

I may or may not fast tomorrow.  Either way I will have another serving of broth and cream.  I think I will have a steak tomorrow though.  Steak might sound difficult to break a fast with, but it depends on the steak.  Lean, yes, fatty, no.  Or, from my experience.

To bed early tonight.  No goofing tonight.  Right after this post, medicine, and brushing teeth.  It doesn't mean I will wake early, though I do have that hope.  Good night.

Hungry.

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It is a good thing.  While fasting, at least the first few days or during single days, hunger pains mean deprivation.  For me, it is precisely what is desired, required.  On some days it is more difficult.  Knowing, possibly smelling, barbecuing adds levels of complexity.  Oblations, as I have noted.  Actually, given my station, and the day, some might suggest the sacrifice is partly in my honor.  Oblations indeed.  A closer walk too...

Blood sugar went up, to 131.  A bit frustrating.  It will work out.  It went up right before, or as, the hunger hit.  It must be connected.  I sensed something, but can't say if it was hunger, not quite.  If I am sure it ended becoming hunger.  Oh, of all the weekends to fast.  Perhaps this is a better one.  And Monday is a null day too, right?  That'll get me three fasting days without losing a business day.  If I can keep to it.

Out of dry catfood.  Yeah, the carnivorous squirrels are protesting the man.  The man, especially while fasting, is having none of it.  I am giving them extra canned and treats but not taking any grief.  Things have settled a bit.  It is overcast.  More rain seems probable.  High sixties.  All good.  Oh, I missed this.  But I do have a smaller flag. I'd like to get it mounted for the fourth.  I may start figuring out a big flag and pole, both fed and state, for in a year or two... buying things in parts if necessary.  I can have at least a smaller one this year, out on display more too.

I might not trust my government, all my fellow citizens, or the VA, etc., fully, always, but I consider myself fully and solidly American.  The flag is important.  I will display it.  Then again I don't believe we are supposed to trust blindly.  That is what separates Americans from the rest of the world, which seems to all be choosing to be third worlders.

Later.

Down later than expected.

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I just... couldn't go down, or rember to go in?  It gets fuzzy at the end of my days.  Sleep was good but the body is still cranky everywhere.  Up at 9:30.  Muscles and joints are paining anyway. My organs haven't given grief in a goodly while.  Headaches, other than muscle types, have gone extinct.  Still, battering every muscle group has it's costs, if it also has benefits.  Hurting organs have no health benefits, zilch.

Readings were slightly better.  Blood sugar is 127.  BP is 136/110, p 82.  My right arm was 147/101 p. 81.  Better and worse, I suppose it just has to go stupid from time to time.  I think that is my lowest fasting blood sugar.  If blood sugar hits 80 or less, I eat.  Nothing sugary, or added sugar.  Unsweetened fruit and cottage cheese would work, though so would steak, small one, an half incher.  If fasting, a smaller amount, just enough, if more frequent checks.  Although it could end up breaking the fast.  I don't anticipate it going that low, just set out guidelines in advance.  You never know.

Bloody nose is back, but much lighter.  Actually my blood sugars are slipping up this week averages over last week.  Before meal and all averages slipped up, while after meal averages are down... just a few points either way, so... no major issue yet.  Oh, best hit medicine.  I have only missed about three medtimes since seeing my local doc.  Yeah, bp and chatter got me back to it.  More chatter since too.

It did rain.  I need to get a rain gauge.  Age brings more weather curiosity?  It looks rather dry, so either it was dry and 'ate' the water or we didn't get much.  I heard it, but was so zapped I have no notion of length or severity, or time(s).

Still sore, achy in some areas, but satisfied.  I hope to push this week too.  Might hit the garage this week.  Install the bench grinder and vice, order things, and clean.  Insulating, adding interior walls, and adding a lock to the door would be good or in time, then maybe a propane heater for there and the front rooms.  Eventually, getting a sub panel out there, and a garage door opener, would be awesome.

Always more.  Money, money, money though too.  Actually slowly getting things done around here though.  Later.