Another opportunity.

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Is there ever a better time than now to start, start over, start again?  Actually, is there any other time?  Now or never isn't wisdom, merely a truth... given the constraints on time with which we are faced.  Even if you don't begin now, it is only now, in awareness, when plans may be formulated, and some current or future now when those plans may be implemented.  It's... always now... when one plans or does.

So, plans for today?  Same plans as yesterday, minus what has been done.  ;p  It's too early for recall.  Though another shower, maybe a quick shave, might be good.  I already cleaned the litter box and topped off their dry food.  Time to see if Sam wants out.  I try to hit litter at least twice a day.  It pays... litter lasts longer and odor is controlled... especially since I can and do vent daily, while it is cooler.

I experimented with the ac upstairs.  One tiny ac does the trick.  I thought it might help cool the downstairs, but nope.  So...  Actually I may buy another, but not for up there.  Perhaps for in the north-facing laundry room, one with a timer, to run in the mid afternoon, daily.  Just a bit of a boost to cooling.  A few hours is all it should take.  And a few hours in the bedroom as I go to sleep, better started an half hour before sleep.

It's only 72, but for some reason it seems hot this morning.  At 9:30, it was 65 F outside, but the sun was blazing.  I closed everything down.  I have two fans going.  I don't want to run ac until it hits 74.  Why do I feel so hot?  A shower may help.  Though even cool showers end up heating me up, sometimes, often.

No stars, at least so far.  When I shave and shower I'll know.  A mild... headache type thing, but different.  I'm definitely chalking that up to fasting, it's similar to one of the mild complaints from while fasting.  There are several, but so mild as to be easily ignored.  Just mentioned now because it is occurring outside of fasting, which is unusual.  I think strong heat, or severe cold, probably extremes of any kind, don't go well with fasting.  No worries, just something to consider when fasting in the future.  Yes, fasting is a permanent part of my life.  Always has been, just... now it is controlled.

I'm doing bp with my waking-fasting blood draw, roughly two hours after waking.  It will give medicine time to work.  Eating will be after the blood draw four hours after that.  I may eat as hunger dictates for the next six hours (roughly for now, four to eight hours as needed until I can tighten, then take it down to a four hour food period, as my regular consumption rules).  Yeah.  Fasting and feasting, sinning and saintliness, it is the way of those whom I have sought more understanding.  Want better?  Here?  Living with both is... even if you don't sin, it's all around.  Actually, by not sinning one becomes insane, according to the world.  Probably why I am so hated at the V.A.  Or they think I follow up on my notions... if I doubt that is the problem.

On to waking.  Good morning and day.
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Somone... remembers... the gig?

Just a bit.

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Freshly grilled meat is too delectable for me to pass upon.  Just a bit, with mustard.  It took my blood sugar to 119, which is lower than any fasting read, I believe.  Still, I am chalking these up to fasting.  Another reason to eat is because something is really off.  The 'stars' are back.  I feel nearly dazed and confused.

Not sure what the problem is.  I know it isn't dehydration, hunger issues, low blood sugar... bp is 119/77, with a pulse of 80.  I think that is a record, for the second number?  Close if not.  Perhaps my body just isn't made to have such low numbers, or isn't used to it.  My body is really off, that is for sure.

I will rest pretty soon.  Perhaps that, with the food, will put things to rights.  I sure hope so.  Could it just be the heat?  It feels heat related.  Nah.  I was feeling this when it was just 70, this morning, which passes for chilly around here recently.  I just don't know.  I sure need sleep.  Good night.

Well?

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Food helped, a bit.  A drive to town, shopping.  A few new things, a few things I was running low on, regular items.  Even with food, the trip was tough.

I knew the meal I had was going to destroy my blood sugar read.  Jammed it, after two to three hours, up to 99.  Wha?  I've been fasting for half a week and didn't come close to that.  So I break fast with enough food for two meals and hit the jackpot?  I'm telling you, it just doesn't make sense.  Grilling brots and pork ribs.  I might have a nibble, but most of it is for the rest of the week.  Chop and heat with eggs, grill again and eat with mustard, perhaps on a bun.  Hmm, might make an egg casserole with bits and parts.  Life is good, more so when, if, you do your part.  I am trying.

Ugh.  Hot, tired, but... pleased.  I'll keep at it.  Good night.

To work I must eat.

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I could continue my fast.  I can't continue my fast and work.  I hit a wall.  Seeing stars a bit too frequently, just doing minor things... showering and shaving, then almost anything outside.  It isn't terribly hot, 85 F and dry.  It is hot enough that being outside is slightly taxing, generally.  Saw stars, so stopped my efforts and returned to my chair.

Choices.  Though not really.  I have things I must do.  Obviously not today.  Food won't work that fast.  Tomorrow or the day after.  I have things which have to be done, inside, out, and business.  A choice that isn't. On the good side, I was able to fast well this time.  The Thursday after the next I may try to hit five days.  It seems even my schedule has limits.

I could drive, just not work.  Dinner is on.  Later.

A great start to a new day.

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Up late might be the only complaint.  But not by when I went to bed.  Late, very late, to bed.  Season lag?   More sun, more heat, harder to even remember to sleep.  I'll work on it.  I haven't been needing the ac or fan, which is incredible.  Perhaps turning those on for a bit, to help sleep earlier and more quickly?  Yes.  But to remember to do so, then follow through?  If I can learn to brush my teeth again, it's possible.

Dishes were reset, teeth brushed, cat litter tended, Sam was let out right off.  At 10:00, it was just around 70 F... going to be a warm one.  All good.  With the watering timer set and seemingly functional, I'll get that set up.  Dishes, bedding, and laundry remain.  Well, there is always more.  I'll do some named and some unnamed.

Fasting blood sugar was better, at 123.  BP was superior, at 119/94 p. 74.  Actually before medicine, right off the flattop.  *zoom*  It's the fourth day fasting, doing well.  Doing exceptionally well.  I am certain to make it to five days?  How about fourteen days?  We'll see.  Those are eventual goals, just to see.  If they work, perhaps a twenty one day fast.  If I succeed with that, it may become a yearly lent observance, with three-day fasts every other week and daily fasting as a general rule?  Aye.  Yes.

Best to shave and shower today.  I am pleased with the direction and velocity of this week.  Even with fasting it is going well.  There are always more tasks, jobs, chores, duties, responsibilities, and opportunities than time, for now.  But that is half the beauty of the gig.  You carve your face into a block of reality with the choices of the usage of your time, becoming what you do, if only parents and the holy transcend.  Amen.

Hmm.  Shut up.  ;)  I suppose a shower and shave, in case the boss shows up with keys and time.  Then to just wake via gaming.  Later.

Some of the plan.

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Through the third day of fasting, I honestly wasn't sure if anything would get done.  I saw stars a few times.  More a bp, or pulse, thing than glucose.  My pulse did go up to 65 by midday.  BP was middling okay.  Bleh.  I haven't checked it yet tonight as I just remembered medicine... want to give it an half hour or hour to work.  Blood sugar is better, now that I am limiting sweetener, at 114.  

I got all the watering done before it got dark.  Nasty dry out there.  Despite reviews, or maybe because of old ones, the watering timer actually works without waiting a week.  I wonder, if they fixed that, perhaps more than one of the four outlets can be used at once?  No, I think that failed when I was tinkering, if that was manual.  I may experiment.  I hit the yard in two shots.  I don't have enough functioning garden hoses for a single pass, nor water pressure probably.  So, for now, it is as it is.  I plan to order two more hoses this next month, hundred footers.  That and repair a few.

I also did dishes, almost.  Two washes.  Rinsing now.  Won't finish them tonight.  Pulled weeds while out there, picked up sticks, made an effort to fix one of the hoses as well.  Lots of standard things too, like feeding the girls, tending their litter, oh and got the trash and recycling barrels pulled back.  Yeah, not bad.  Not all planned, but that wasn't... likely.  I am a bit surprised and pleased.  A gift to and from God.  To His glory.  Hmm, something about... to He Who has, more shall be given?  As below, so above?  I suspect.  Good night.

Oh, bp is 139/99, p. 76.  Good night.

The satisfaction of hearing success.

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It took until nearly 3:00 for me to get trash and recycling collected, to the bins, then the bins out for pickup.  I was honestly beginning to think I would time out.  Sometimes I literally cannot function after some point, or for various reasons.  I was pushing, it worked.  It is more exhausting to push and do nothing than to simply do it, but if I can't, I can't.  The satisfying rumble of one, maybe both, refuse trucks, the sound of the breaks, rumble of the engine, clanks of the lift arms, as I remained just that side of sleep, satisfied in knowing I did not miss another trash day, chore, duty.  Odor, in and out, has been managed.  Then drifting back down to a kind rest.

Sam did wake me again.  I "forgot" to close the door.  It was half that, half being undecided... wanting to see what she would do.  She gave me a bit longer in the day, if pushing my actual sleep time.  Letting me sleep in to 9:30, if cutting sleep time to six hours, plus up to an half hour.  I'm tres bon with that.  I'm liking my little living teddy bear girl cat alarm.

Fasting blood sugar is a wee high, at 145.  We'll see if sweetener control helps today.  BP is... weird, 151/89, pulse 40!?!  I... have snuck in extra carvedilol, two by 6.25 mg, in the mornings.  I have been on four times that amount, which wasn't sustainable.  Now I know why.  They were trying to murder me.  Good to know.  I've just started.  Would like to give it a few days to week to settle out.  It's the pulse that concerns me.  I had been on a single extra in the morning for two weeks, with pretty much no effect.  I've only been on the current dose for two or three days.  Ah, weighing in at 252.

A shower, some calls, dishes, bedding, and laundry?  It's a plan.  Fasting will continue.  Feeling good with fasting so far today.  I need to remember bullion or broth the next time I shop.  Oh, and watering again.  I can hit the food type greens a bit after noon, when the sun is cut by the roof.  The rest must wait until long shadows fall.  Perhaps earlier, and with better zone planning.  Ugh.  I hate doing stupid, but sometimes it has to happen.  Ah, such a low pulse may play a part.

Hmm.  A shave and shower as a first, beside already brushing teeth, meds, and blog runs.  Now for tea and a spot of gaming.  Good day, chuckle-heads.  Blessings, wise thoughts, and stupid grins.  Later.

Is it?  Innit.  Of course.

Watering the green growy things.

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Took longer than anticipated.  I kept finding dry patches.  Didn't help that it was getting, then got, dark.  Still, I finally got it all.  I may hit it tomorrow, briefly, then every other then third day.  Yeah, it's a pattern, that will fit in a week; Monday, Wednesday, Saturday... an half hour per.  The front and side lawn needed it desperately, which is why a quick splash tomorrow will happen.  I got the garden stuff yesterday.  It was still looking good, only gets sun half the day.  It'll get hit tomorrow too.

Not much else done.  While late, I will get the trash and recycling out.  Recycling is mostly out.  I'll take the bag I've been using, mostly just to be tidy, and for odor management.  Trash.  It... there isn't much, but out it will go also.  At least the effort should be easy.  Should be.  My body doesn't want to, I don't want to.  I will.

Blood sugar was elevated much of the day.  I realized I have been drinking a lot of artificial sweetener.  I usually use it in half my tea.  Lately I've been using more and every time.  I cut that, and... bingo.  I'll have to both cut volume and frequency.  No problem.  Now I know, and that is a relief.  I was beginning to think... something broke, permanently.  Not sure if blood sugar is, or how close of a, glucose model it is.  Not sure if everything that affects one affects the other?  Do they know?  BP is ranging lower to lower middling.  Bleh.

Fasting is doing well.  I was tested earlier.  Popcorn really sounded good.  Powerful, the temptation, but short lived.  No?  No!  My leg is doing better.  I did find my regular vitamins.  I took the minerals off daily, but kept extra in the cycle four days a week.  I may go back down to thrice weekly if the leg does well enough for long enough.

Health habits are taking hold.  Medicine, brushing teeth, taking readings.  Oh, must add foot lotion, which ends up getting hands, arms, knees, and elbows.  The leg is doing much better, but it's not quite there.  I may add Listerine in, for lunch gargling.  It and my other do different things.  Docs, of the dental varietal, want me to use both but resigned their hope to the main one I use.  I am hoping the new kind will help.

I best get the refuse collected and out.  Sam has her work cut out for her tomorrow morning.  I may shut the door?  Good night.

I have the quad timer set up.

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Mostly.  I have two zones ready.  The odd thing is that the system will only allow one zone to run at a time.  Usually water pressure is a bit high.  I am considering using just one zone, with a splitter.  I don't need to water the back.  A benefit of allowing someone to farm grasses back there. Probably the side yard in time.  For now I have the side and front yard.  The water pressure should be enough for both.

I plan to water more often, but for short runs.  Once I have it set and going, I'd like to put grass seed out, then do that again this fall, everywhere it has become sparse or worse.  Then put up barriers so those areas don't get mowed.  If weeds appear, either pull by hand or use the weed whip.  I'm never sure what variables might be in play, so which solutions could do.  Tick-tock.  I just know I need to water.

I actually will water manually this week, or until I hear the timer working.  I have heard it takes a week to activate, switching it to manual will reset the cooldown.  I'll see.  No problem doing it manually until I am sure it is working.  Annoying, but every timer out there has bugs or limits.  I don't understand why they can't, or won't really, simplify.  I suppose engineers up to snuff for that get paid a lot more to do more important things.

BP was a bit high, blood sugar popped up then dropped ten points.  My body seems to be ignoring my fast, or doing it's best to do so.  Blood sugar went from 128 to 160/165 to 150, well into the second day without food.  Nutz.  BP is sometimes higher, if mostly better.  I am beggining to feel the pain... just starting to feel hunger.  Perhaps a nap?  Later.

Sam has decided to wake me?

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I don't know if this is a local fad or if it will become a regular thing.  She shaved sleep a little tight this morning.  But being up earlier is... good.  I wouldn't mind her pushing my wake back to 5:00 or 6:00.  She doesn't get fed any earlier, or even let out.  But she does get positive reinforcement in the forms of petting, mild itching, and massage.  And this lets her know she is top cat.  She is often in the dog house, so this pleases her.  She likes... to be liked.

Fasting blood sugar, through yesterday, started high, went higher, then started coming down the last two draws... 150ish, a couple 160's, a 140, then a high 120.  It is 128 this morning.  BP is a bit better, but increased from middling to the bad numbers by bedtime.  I am taking medicine and change.  It was on the lower end of my usual range this morning.  Odd thing is that my pulse has dropped into the 70's, almost every time, except last night, for days.

Fasting is going very well.  No pains or... what I call... withdrawal symptoms, yet.  While I do need food, I am also prone to addiction.  As are we all, I believe.  Born to eat, poop, and die.  Thank God for commas!  And you thought my jokes weren't funny.  Uhrm, I sincerely hope that's funny to you.  I suppose there must be proof all cultures aren't equal if not.  Here's to laughing at you, kid!

My mom called.  I missed but called her back.  This time it worked.  It seems she is moving.  Out by August seems the plan.  I don't know that I can make it, but I may try.  Perhaps for the last week or two?  If, that is, I can make it.  Gas one way, one month, the other way the next month.  Got to have a cool place to sleep though.  Still not sure.  Maybe.

Medicine, brushing, stats and blood tests, all becoming routine... for now.  Fasting becoming easier, so far.  Pretty tired though.  Which, if I can keep up while exhausted, there is that.  Now to add a bit of work and exercise in.  This is a very good downtime.  I am yet hoping for a better uptime, perhaps an extended one.

I ordered a few more parts for watering the lawn.  I looked in town, to the limits of my ability.  If it's not even there, I can't buy it.  I'm watching my money.  Slipping just a bit, if I put more in this month than there was last month.  I really need to open a saving account.  What I don't see...  Just for emergency and home repair use to keep it in check.  No use to save when value is lost through interest versus inflation... just another form of theft.  Worse than loan interest, especially credit cards.  They took mine away because I paid it quickly.  Now my account is my positive "credit card balance".  I am laughing all the way to the bank.  Except for interest theft.

Later.

Sam woke me this morning.

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Sometimes, I suspect, the old girl wakes me for her own purposes.  Sometimes she just thinks I should be awake.  Generally she is fair, if not always correct.  Today she was both.  I suspect she wanted out.  Though... I do think she thought I had enough sleep as well.  Persistent old girl.  At least she has learned to not use claws.

Awake I am.  Teeth brushed, waiting that half hour after brushing and gargling for tea, and meds.  Blood sugar is 148, bp is 138/99, p. 90.  Better, for no good reason(s), than yesterday.  Fasting starts today.  Maybe two days, maybe longer.  The goal is five days, then longer, when I trust to go that far.  The difference between sleep-fasting and wake-fasting is that when I would sleep for weeks, my body would slow, greatly.  While awake, my body can't slow.  Which is why fasting shaves weight, wake-fasting that is.  Which is why the weight loss surprised me.  As for pain?  I think sleep-fasting was worse.  I would dream of starvation, couldn't wake to deal with it.  True horror.

I hope to do things today, if doubt.  It's 55ish, F, at 8:30.  Strange.  Or seems so to me.  I'd like to do a few small parts of several projects and a few chores.  We'll see.  First my wake-up routines.  I'm not sure if it is tea time yet or not.  Medicine and tea.  While nothing was done yesterday, I did take medicine, brush, and do my reads, save the last bp check.  That's something, and becoming pretty typical.  Later.

Bah!

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Can't fast today.  Not an issue of willpower.  I have two steaks thawed.  The boss was mowing, so I offered him a free meal.  He has other plans.  I just won't burn that much money, steak is spendy.  Tomorrow, then through Tuesday?  Longer if I can.  It gets a bit funky after several days. The mind gets wonky.

Blood sugar went higher, fasting to point today.  Then I needed a nap, and blood sugar remains in the low 160's.  It's definitely time to fast.  Bp went higher.  I was about to brush when it turns out I need to eat, so that will wait.  After lunch I hope to get to town.  Package return, another stop at the library is required.

If I can.  It's in the mid 70's, which oddly, out of the sun, feels cool to cold.  Strange what controlling blood sugar does.  I am having a kefir water soda.  Amazing what a bit more fruit does.  This one has almost as much fizz as regular soda, if it behaves slightly differently.  And it is quite tasty.  Popping the top almost gives the notion of opening champagne.  I only get two of these a week.  Will test diabetes in a bit.  These seem to cause a quick rise, quick fall, then to below the initial point, on their own.  I let the boss try some.  I think he was as surprised as I was.  Far cheaper than regular soda, too.

Later.

Up and, well, just up.

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I do hope to finish a few things, start a few things, and continue a few things.  I am feeling a bit rough today.  Just odd varied bodily complaints.  I am doing well with brushing, at least with the morning and night routine.  It's the aftermeal one(s) I... need to work on.  I stilll wake with bad breath, only now I know it.  I'm not sure that is an advantage, for me.  The rest of the world may disagree.  How in the world... I clean and sanitize, only to wake as if... I don't know.

Fasting blood sugar is a little high, again, at 151.  A longer fast, hopefully until Monday or later.  If I can hit five days... or, when I can hit five days... or more, I will.  Blood pressure was 138/100, p. 80.  That has been the same, give or take five points, the last three times, mornings and nights, since beginning that yesterday.  Still a bit high.  I am thinking of adding another carvedilol, though may hold off to see if fasting brings it into alignment.  Several more 'fasting treatments' and I am hoping my readings will more fully normalize... and stay regular.  Got to admit, fasting is helping.

The glasses I got from the V.A. are really off.  So, when the glasses I ordered off-site came, I wasn't sure.  Bother trying them or just send them back?  I went ahead and tried  them.  Better but still off?  Is it just getting used to new glasses?  I will try the V.A. glasses again.  Though those were truly awful.  I couldn't see through the upper or lower portions.  To be fair, everybody gets a pass, will mess up.  It's a bit the scripts and a bit the making of those... the first failure for them.  I do need to call.  All glasses have to go back.  What a pain.  Strange, the Chinese knock-offs were better, with a bad script?  Weird.

Actually I will be keeping the standard, non-bifocal glasses.  Even flawed they are better than the last glasses I got (not at the V.A., but at a local eye doc they sent me to see).  I won't let the V.A. experiment on my eyes anymore.  No drops, no dilatation, none of it.  Maybe that will help them focus on what I need, not on their trainees' curiosity.

Later.

Very good.

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As I was considering getting started, the doorbell rang.  I couldn't imagine who.  Still less than presentable, I rushed to manage that before the visitor went away.  The boss? I didn't think he was to be back for a bit?  Hmm.  Curious.  Stick lessons?  Finally!  It's been thirty years.  Total memory wipe, as with her.  I don't think the memory loss was for the same reasons.  One was just collapsing health, the other was brute trauma, though the trauma may have lead to health issues or in part.

I... wasn't expecting much.  From myself.  I did... okay.  Better than I expected, if that was a rather low bar.  It will take a lot of practice.  If I get an hour or two a week, and gain some competence, by summers end I may see about a great used stick car... low mileage, high mpg.  Or maybe not until spring if I can't find a front wheel drive.  I don't trust awd's, and rear wheel drives are useless in the winter.  Insurance is the bigger concern.  Well, after payments.  Ugh.  Keep it to $250 a month?  Dunno.  Max though.

I am excited.  Jacked.  It was, probably, 1987 the last time I drove stick, a Navy deuce and an half, to pick up the crew for physical quals?  They missed me the year before, so put me in charge the next.  I think so.  Rough old bitch, if she was actually pretty new.  Fun to play with, as long as none of the old men (xo's on up) caught you, or didn't know/owe you.  Bidniz.  She was stiff, but goosing would get the girl to blush and wiggle.

I'll see what else I can do yet.  Steak and eggs for a first meal.  Another steak in a bit.  Premeal blood sugar was 122.  I'll check again at 14:30.  Later.

The pound of flesh.

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Borrowing has costs, plus interest.  I borrowed from Wednesday, perhaps even from today, on Tuesday.  I was down yesterday.  Enough so that blood sugar was off.  I struggled with it being in the 150-160 range until it dropped, to 122 before hitting the 140s.  It ended up being a long, if lame, day.  I think if I exhaust my body beyond some level of means, blood sugars will be off.  This morning, fasting blood sugar is 143.  BP is 142/100, p. 78.

I am considering beginning the next multiday fast.  Today or tomorrow.  I have so many things to do in these next two days, it may be better to start it tomorrow.  I can work hard one or two days, but not three.  I plan to push through Saturday, if I can.  Then let Sunday be right with God.  It's the plan.

Yeah, I'll start tomorrow.  Whenever blood sugar and bp begin tilting, hit it with some dw-0.  :p  Bastages!

Today?  A shave , shower, and at least UPS, if the post office too, if possible.  With Subway having worked, I want to try JJ's, my much preferred shop.  If it works, I have a place for a treat every other week or so.  Treat?  Easy meal I enjoy.  As well, I am hoping to hit the kitchen floor, do some paint removal/sanding, and work on the watering schemes and systems.  I'll do my best.  First to wake, do morning routines, take medicine.

Later.

A long solid sleep.

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Awake around 5:00, earlier yet if getting out of bed was not of interest.  I needed the sleep.  Yesterday ended up being quite a day.  Blood sugar is a bit high, at 151.  I ate a medium bowl of pistachios right before bed.  Two reasons for the higher number.  First, I ate all day.  Never a good thing.  Second, I went to sleep before that final snack had a chance to settle out. Neither of those are absolute markers, but for me they each increase the risk.  Together they increase the risk greatly.

Today?  Waking.  Then, perhaps, more cleaning, a shower, and to town.  I dreamed of hitting some of the lower wood window trim.  And inside window dressing... plus all the other domestic work.  We'll see.  Too much work for time can clog the flow.  A few focal points a week.  Say, primarily, the kitchen and painting the windows?  Aye.  I'll need to strip those, which is the more serious part of the work.  Painting just takes time.  Well, and getting the water timer set up would be good, plus returning the last package.

Duluth is jacking my return because they have a thin skin.  Goes to show.  I told you, I'll make you famous.  Only hurting them.  I won't reorder until the return is made, and will continue to note their union-like behavior publicly.  Are you sure you want to go there... or more?

A bloody nose last night and first thing this morning.  No worries.  A shower shortly will help, probably.  So tired last night.  Forgot things.  Crawled out of bed for medicine.  When I realized I hadn't brushed my teeth it was too late.  I couldn't rise to save my life.  Got them this morning.  I am brushing three times a day, when I do it right.  Slippage will happen.

I best get to waking.  Later.

So much for a nap!

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The boss knocked, at a most inopportune moment.  Keeps me on my toes?  Something. I'll be rtghh hhhttt, I'm sure he heard.  Okay, was the reply.  Do you want to work.  Do I!?!  Well.  We will.  To the stores.  Beside hardware, grocery.  Eaten, yet, Boss.  Yes and no.  Luckily his choice was next to my destination... Subway.  Any sandwich shop, really, but that was first named in a prime target a.o.

Paint, batteries, brushes, silicon, and all needed for two jobs, plus I looked at ac units, just a price check this time very doable.  Then the pudding, jello, tapioca, and coolaid... all sugar free.  Finally to the sandwich shop.  I was agonizing over whether to buy one myself, knowing it would destroy my sugar read, for days perhaps.  I... fell.  A footlong club, double meat, if "whole wheat" and vinegar, oil, salt, and pepper.  Oh well.

Back at home, we got the ladder out, and all three of my sanders.  The angle grinder was awesome, with the wound metal leg wheel it stripped like a champ.  I was wearing out, remember, I had been crashing.  Anyway, we got two of the seven upper windows stripped and painted.  I bought gooder paint and it is proving out.  May need a second coat, if only for close inspection.  And the satellite antenna is gone, plus the bolts sealed and reset.  Very good.  Well, and everything has been put up.

Well, to check the damages.  I really thought of just not checking.  Was it curiosity that egged me on?  Kills the cat, satisfaction can bring me back.  Or was it duty?  Fear.  And duty.  Always, Sir.  In any case, so be it.  My two hour aftermeal blood draw was 117.  Isn't that as low as it has been today?  Okay.  I did only eat half, won't eat there again.  Jimmy Johns, or the pizza place... they do sandwiches as well.  Satisfaction brought me back.

I need to cool, maybe shower, then to bed.  Aspirin, tea, medicine, and some gaming.  It was 68 F, in the shade.  But I worked up a serious sweat.  Later, or really, good night.

Ah well. Not today.

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Clouds have returned.  While not a complete darkening, it is darker.  I... it is taking me down.  What needs to be returned can wait.  As well, I am hoping to figure out a different means of access when using random platforms, to gain email access on 'foreign' computers.  Perhaps after a nap.  I am crashing.  I can't stay awake much longer.

Premeal blood sugar was 133, after meal (two hours after) it is 160.  Big meal, small spike, all good.  A glass of kefir and a nap next.  Kefir is excellent for some things.  And tasty once you acclimate.  Blood sugar keeps trending upward, if not as heavily or quickly this week.  Extended fasting may be a mid to long term requirement .  I am hoping to not need it, if I would like to continue, but for reasons of faith.  It offers a special sort of gift to God.

I am hoping to work after the nap.  Oh, and set up an appointment.  Always something forgotten.  Hmm, and calling the doctor office, to see about going in early for blood work, so that might be ready for him.  Not sure how fast their lab is, still.  Perhaps he could simply send the lab reports, circling issues.  We seem to not connect well, and neither his or the V.A. portals accept ps4 access, or from my attempts to date.  It's what I have.  So...

Sweeping, mopping, dishes, bedding, and laundry later?  Dubious, but it has happened.  It is the plan.  Later.
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It is about that time again.

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Fasting blood sugar the second, 152.  What is different?  Brushing teeth.  I haven't been for a while.  While I was awake earlier, I hit them... then this morning first thing.  Is that it, or are there remaining repercussions from salsa?  From what I have seen, poor food choices can come back to bite me well after, days after, consumption.  Perhaps it changes patterns, like throwing a rock into the water.  Or changes what the body wants or expects.

I will check in a few more hours, then have steak and eggs.  I have more fruit and cottage cheese, but also picked up a large supply of peanuts and pistachios.  While peanut butter may be out, I should check into other nut butters, or good peanut butters, as well as what ingredients are actually sugars or otherwise to be avoided.  I only avoid those too fast-acting as carbs.  The rest just... narrow your search too much?  You may be left with grass or cake to eat, for your king's invisible clothes foolishness.

I have medicine down.  I missed Monday morning, a Monday whole day two weeks ago, and three varied half days the month before.  Which... is superior, especially as cool as spring has been.  At least for me.  I am getting food, intermittent fasting, and multiday fasting (this weekend) down.  I was brushing and showering more regularly until medicine combined with spring trounced me a bit.  I am hoping to get back in that game.  Getting back to work on the cave is next.   Already started.  Got to keep it going.  As well, pieces and parts for my lawn watering are here.  I have a few lawn hoses to work on, a timer to set up, and watering regimens to arrange.  And I will be buying paint for trim and calking so as to finally remove an unused antenna.  Yeah.  Brush morning, and night, plus an half hour after every meal... and snack?  Seems a bit much.  Oh, and swimming, boating, and hiking (further from the city).  Metros and millenials fear giants.

So, yeah, a busy week, summer, life... if I can.  I am enjoying the warming, and cooling to a degree.  The leg is still a bit of trouble if day heat helps.  As well, I have to figure out glasses at the V.A.  One more shot.  If they fail again, I'll have to go it on my own.  Always more.  Free may well be worth exactly what you pay, rendered services do not count.

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"No man knows how bad he is till he has tried very hard to be good." C.S. Lewis

h/t Ace and crew

Ripped off again.

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Down around 18:00.  I thought I would sleep well, and long.  Not so much.  Awake just after midnight.  I did sleep well.  I will try to get back to sleep in a bit.  Fasting blood sugar is 137.  No, I didn't have another bite, despite a minor temptation to eat something in town.  My numbers are so good I simply wasn't willing to risk it.  I am hoping it will drop a good bit in the next few hours, or by the time I wake again.  It's not quite time for medicine, or anything.  I'd love a bite now, but wish to see what my blood sugar will do shortly, on it's own.

I did get the bathroom swept, plus cleaned the toilet.  Today I plan to get the kitchen floor swept, then mop both floors, hit the counters and stove, and get bedding changed and washed.  Plus the rest.  It seems like a bit long of a list, but doable.  Even for the mostly dead just escaping the coffin again, for a while.  The remnants of the shopping lists is waiting.  Is?  Aye.  One actual list, parted by type or particular store.

I did receive a shipping label.  Several, if I only need one.  Ask and receive, even of people, sometimes.  If, I suspect, such is and has always been the case most of the time... just not always the truth of it, not completely.  But don't forget sincere gratitude... if they act sincerely and functionally.  Otherwise heap scorn as reward for insincere, poor, dubious, devious, hateful, works.  Especially when that is all some groups offer.  The Devil works through the spiteful, and it shows.

Actually, I believe more sleep will be attempted.  I suppose my body just isn't quite used to sleeping at night.  A few more days of this and perhaps...  Good night again.  I hope.

Not all, not bad.

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Shaved, showered, load of laundry in, dressed, then on to town.  The library first.  Couldn't get all of it to print.  The most time sensitive was packaged and sent.  Tomorrow, the rest.  Needed my cellphone.  I'll... fix that.  As well, I did some but not all shopping.  Ran out of attention span and steam.  Tomorrow.  And a car wash.  Yeah.

My V.A. glasses arrived.  Yep, she screwed the pooch on the prescriptions.  Total wipe.  She meant to do that.  She only did a few "better/worse", and after putting several types of drops in my eyes.  I'll have to request someone competent and no more drops.  They are just harassing me with that at this point, because I refuse insulin.  Check.

Everything is put up, except me.  It is just about bedtime.  I just need to cool down a bit.  Blood sugar did go up, to 111.  I can live with that.  Good afternoon and night.

Slowly but... maybe.

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I didn't make it to the post.  Running slow.  I did finish the floor treatment.  Which leaves a spic n' span spot surrounded by what had been cleaner parts of the floor.  Yeah, I'll have to... get on that.  A shave then shower next.  Will see after that.  Not fantastic.  Just, if I can do a bit more?  Please?

Forgot about another blood sugar read, until now.  It is 109.  That is probably as low as it will go.  Probably.  No more food today.  I suspect it will go up when I do a bedtime check in four to six hours.  And I expect a higher fasting blood sugar in the morning.  As my days and nights are switching back to normal, I am giving bp a chance, with medicine right righted, to settle.  A few more days and I will begin that again.

Oh, my leg is improving as the double pj's, warmer days, and cut water pill dose begin to mesh into a functional solution.  Oh, what a relief.  I was beginning to wonder about that one.  I've never had such a problem.  Does bone cancer hurt?  Or like that, perhaps initially?  Every year on the chronograph... if nothing else, cancer.  And I have cheated Death so cruelly.  Payback may be just as ruthless.  If, as with the whims of Fortuna, so too with Death, I crack funnies even as she hides my expressed back to her indignities.  I am beginning to think it has started to truly hurt them more than me.  What a gas!

Hmm?  Shut up.  Later.

Checking closer.

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With blood sugar consistently lower, with exceptions for food testing, I wanted to begin seeing about the time it takes for blood sugar, eating gooder(tm) foods, to begin dropping.  Initially that was all over the board.  From a few hours to... days.  As I cleared or eliminated foods, and fasted, regularity has set in.  Still, I'll be checking fasting, premeal fasting, then one meal - premeal, two hours, three hours after, then bedtime, for the next three days.

Today was quite good.  Premeal was 131.  Not great, not horrible, it was what it was.  The salsa messed things up.  After two hours it was up to 158, not a bad spike.  That was a full meal, the second for the day.  It, three hours after, is back to 131, and probably still falling.  I will check one more time, in an hour.  I am still day fasting, eating all within six hours.  Mostly.  I may need to... watch the time a bit more carefully.  I am working on meal size as well, which is helping.  Yes, I can, and should, eat much more than you.  God demands more poop from me, so I get more food!

It is amazing.  First the lowered numbers, now the rate of refresh.  This project is coming along nicely.  I see why the V.A. doesn't want to provide a tester.  Can't sell insulin to a self starter.  And they want no part of that.  Thankfully I don't need them.  I have a doc who doesn't mind me figuring it out on my own.  If he won't call me back.  Perhaps he... Hmm.  I'll try to call again today.

Ah!  While I didn't catch my doc, I did get some info and set up an appointment.  Yeah, diabetes freaked him out too.  When he tested, my a1c was 11.9.  The V.A. tested my a1c at 10.  Freakishly high, absolutely no doubt.  But my blood sugar was running up to 463 at the time he tested, around 230's when they tested, and averaging 124 (all), 148 (aftermeal), and 118 (beforemeal) for this last week.  Medicine is simply not an option.

I did start in on the floor.  It... was a spooky mess.  I had a plan, and some hope.  It is working quite well.  I got the main spill.  I will completely clear that area, let it dry, then sweep all, and hit the whole floor again.  I'll sweep the bathroom, then shave and shower.  Shaving last works for some, it just doesn't work for me.  Oh, I'll set up another pedicure right now, and put both appointments in the device.

Checking baffles.

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Among other things.  The baffles?  Revisiting the last meal, sans salsa.  And?  In two hours my blood sugar dropped (aftermeal) 33 points, to 177 from 210.  Three to four hours out and it is down to 131.  Definitely the salsa, only two tablespoons, or less, of the stuff.  Nutz!  Can't trust any processed.  At least the in-store stuff is honest, and the spike is milder.

Trash and recycling are out, if it is only trash to the curb.  I'll be ready next week.  There was more trash than I thought.  It is 45 out there, which I enjoy.  As long as I don't sit in it. Leg isn't quite as bad with layered pj's, and in the high 60's in here.  Another batch of food going.  Same, again.  Hey, it's mostly ready and easy.

I am hoping to do the floors, then get a shower in.  Perhaps make it to the post office and who knows what else.  We will see.  I just don't want to set myself up for a disappointment again.  I do remain hopeful.  Later.

What a rip-off!

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I was certain I'd be getting to work.  Lunch rolled around, I ate, and here I am, just waking.  Tested a food, again.  No more salsa.  Whether it claims sugar or not, all processed probably has it.  My blood sugar, with food that usually lowers blood sugar over four to five hours, is 210.  No more salsa unless I make it myself, fresh.  Perhaps it is the type of tomatoes they use, if I really suspect there is sugar in there.

Anyway, my plans failed.  I will try to get cat litter and trash out, and hit the kitchen floor.  When, as, if, I can.  I was so certain I would get to it.  I wonder if the sweet crashed my boat?  If I think I was slipping before?  I just can't be sure on that.  I'll... keep aiming at work.

Oh, something odd?  When I bake a potato during the day, it can get up to 76 in here.  Even so, I can feel cool to cold.  Quite odd.  I believe that is from diabetes coming under control.  It is amazing.  I am wearing layers in the summer.  Me?  Summer?  Is it why my leg has been aching?  I have two layers of pajama bottoms, which is helping.  It may be from sitting too much, or on top of else.  Got to get to swimming.

A few hours to wake, then cat litter, trash, and recycling... if I am not sure that goes out today, it will go at least outside.  When I fast, it sure cuts down on the various refuse.  After that, sweeping the bathroom and hitting the kitchen floor.  Later.

Naps are awesome!

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Can be.  This one definitely was.  I went in a bit before 7:00 or up to 8:00, then slept to just now at 10:00 and change, waking immediately and fully.  Dreams, gooder, and even better ones.  Slept so well I forgot it was a nap!  I thought I'd be waking to a new day.  Nope, A fresh and top start to 'yesterday'.  Which... is fantastic.  I think I can work today.

Trash out, cat litter sorted and a partial change, floors and remaining counters plus the stovetop, another hit on the bathroom, plus bedding and laundry?  It's the plan.  Some of it is catching up, some of it will be getting ahead.  Yeah, I am looking forward to work.  Just a small bite before digging in, a medium bowl of peanuts.

How much of that will get done is anyone's guess.  Sometimes I do more.  No further communication from my friend.  I am beginning to think he had a few snifters and his thoughts got away with him.  No matter, I would like to try to catch up and stay ahead, if that will take outside help.  I will see, as with health, what I can do myself, especially as health improves.  And, of course, there is always the chance my mother could visit.

Blood sugar went up to 157 before a meal, 168 after a meal, and is at 129 as I wake.  Not great but still not bad.  Pork ribs, corn, something, and milk for my big meal in a few hours.  I really love grilling.

If the world would warm, that would be good too.  I need that.  A bit of waking first.

Still with the leg.

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My leg improved, but only yesterday, after starting back on the water pill.  Or, more, when it started to do it's job.  With the pool drained it is back to being painful.  Nothing I have or am doing, except that and the pedicure, have helped, and helped for very short periods.  Oh, I said I would get back to lotioning my legs.  Maybe that would help?  A low slow if constant hard ache.  Probably a very mild charliehorse or that is what it brings to mind.

Blood sugar was a little high, at 138.  I had two big meals yesterday, foolishly.  It got to 161 last night at bedtime.  I didn't make it to town, for smaller meal makings.  I have some left, but variety is lacking.  Today, boring or not, I'll stick to smaller meals, save one.  Oh, peanuts and popcorn could mix things up.  One large meal and two to four, rarely five, small meals or snacks seems to work for me.  BP is middling ugly.  Not as high as it got and was going taking medicine wrongly, but not down where it had been. I am chalking this off to my schedule being mixed up, if that isn't fully as bad as medicine being off.

Funny, I didn't think I would be considering 138 as a higher number so soon.  I expected that to be out several more weeks, even a month or two, further along.  I will make mistakes, I will be trying various foods... perhaps it wasn't the second big meal, but the kefir water?  Actually, from experience, I am almost sure of it, though together more so.  As well, if kefir water is worth the jump, I may still use it a few times a week, if it is easily recoverable.

Oh, I have milk kefir back on the menu.  Believe or else, that stuff is tasty.  If raspberry bushes get figured out, the mix would be quite the thing.  I don't trust frozen berries without a source, or worse from China.  Our FDA is only in play to eliminate American growers, not to ensure quality at all.  Do they even actually inspect any imported foods, or are they only in 'the business' of adding expense and shutting down US growers for no good reasons?

Well, on to waking.  Sunday already?  I am still tired.  So cool, and July is speeding at us. Oh well.  There are some advantages.  I'll figure out what my plans are as I wake.  Good morning and day.

Midday reads.

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BP dropped just a bit.  There is one other thing which is different, beside food.  I stopped the water pill two days ago.  That might be causing the problem.  I am, and planned, restarting today.  I will find out soon.  I won't go on the full dose, may not be going back to full dose.  My fluid consumption has tapered, greatly.  Blood sugar, two to three hours out from breakfast, is 115.  It's... quite good.  That IS an aftermeal read, for me.

I am wondering if Youtube is dying, broken, or what.  No new pops, no rotations of already watched vids.  Stagnant.  The random area does change, but offers the same, limited, repeat "new videos".  Perhaps that is just for some of us, maybe they are dying.  Perhaps the Euro thing has them broken?  All I know is my portal is dead.  I might as well be looking at a picture.  I haven't tried to search, but I was viewing old vids from my blog.  That used to jog the flow.  Nothing.

I'll have a small meal.  Fruit and cottage cheese.  I will also try kefir water, this time, as it looks like dairy kefir works.  I have one bottle left, more processing.  I'll only be drinking a bottle every few days, if I'd like to hit milk kefir nearly daily.  I like them both, but think the kefir water is more of a risk to diabetes.

A shower before long.  Life is going very well.  I am still a bit too tired, if the weather is still a bit too chill.  Crazy cool out there.  I'll keep at it.  If I get nothing done I will stay intent.  Yeah, it really is something.  It wears me out itself sometimes.  I'd best get to medicine, food, a shower and shave, and hopefully more.  Have a great morning and day.

Morning already?

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It is now.  I can't be sure when I went to bed.  Right around the last post, but the timestamps are often so wrong.  Was it 10:00ish, noon, 13:00?  I honestly can't recall.  I was crashing so hard and fast there was no way to remember.  I did a final blood draw, it was 110.  I woke a bit before midnight.  BP is a bit high, again.  I hadn't taken medicines though.  Further, I am taking them in my morning, if not the actual morning, which may be part of the problem.  No water pill with them, still?  Fasting blood sugar is 128.

I will test bp along with waking-fasting blood sugar at 2:00.  Not sure what else to call it.  I like keeping the night fast going a couple hours into the day, then see what blood sugar does.  When it was higher, it almost always dropped.  Now it usually drops.  I'm not sure what I am looking for.  I am... trying to get some idea... of food, body, cycles... a handle, for a better attempt at control.

I may attempt a nap around 4:00.  I really want to get to town.  Sleep hits so hard and fast, without good cause.  It's become a struggle again.  After my next tests, I'll make scrambled eggs.  Milk and salsa on the side, perhaps a few pieces of bacon to boot.  I am hoping to find pudding packs, etc., without predosed sugar.  I have several sweeteners with which to experiment.  Hmm, perhaps koolade as well?  Maybe, as a non-caffinated option?  Sure.  Though perhaps other drinks as well.  Sure, but what?  I ought to look up making my own coco mix.  If I can get to town.  Ugh.

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The waking-fasting blood sugar is 125.  Unchanged as I count things.  Breakfast is on.  Steak and eggs, rather than bacon.  I am having a cup of kefir as well.  From limited past experiences, I believe milk kefir might be bad for my blood sugar, short term.  I want to explore that more fully.  First, I really like the stuff.  Second, through fasting I may imperil my gut bugs, the good ones.  This stuff will help with that.  As well, it is supposed to be better than milk, for diabetics.  Oddly, so far, I am not seeing that.  Perhaps previous observations were flawed.

My bp is unchanged.  Perhaps next time, in four hours.  I won't check it after that until bedtime.  Perhaps food is the problem?

I didn't and won't make it.

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Not really a choice.  Too tired.  It wasn't food.  I was too tired befor eating to do almost anything.  This is probably the right time to sleep.  My leg is killing me on top of everything else.  I couldn't get a shower in.  Sat, hurt, never really woke.  Sleep now.  There is tomorrow.

Surprising how things turn out.

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Three meals, the first and the last were small, very small.  The main meal was large.  The thickest steak I carry (1 1/2"), a big potato, a can of corn, and something else.  I was pushing.  I was hungry.  Blood sugar, only two hours after the final small meal, is 124.  BP, on the other hand, was 150/94, p. 71.  I expected just the opposite.

It is quite good to be caught up on dishes.  Now as something gets dirtied I can put soap in a dishpan and let it go until later... or do it right then... which I do mostly with good knives.  As well, if I want to change out tea jars, it's immediate.  Plus I have clean jars on hand.  Life really is easier when you can keep up.  It just isn't always a choice... option.

I called my mom, woke her.  She is feeling bad.  The menu driven register was beyond her, so she walked away from the job.  She was feeling low about it.  I told her not to worry.  I am certain I couldn't do it.  It would take a long time to get good.  I don't think it helped.  Should have suggested that I aced several engineering calculus classes and still couldn't do the register.  Still, it doesn't matter.  At least I had good health news.

A shower, perhaps a shave, to the post office, then to town.  Printing, packages, and just a bit off shopping.  I am hoping to find unsweetened pudding and tapioca, perhaps jello.  I may call about broth bones, if I don't think there will be fresh available.  I can order a large batch however, on their next beef day.  Oh, and marrow bones.

I'll do what I can.  Not sure I will get much else done.  Perhaps setting up the side area water rigging, and getting the lawn set to go tonight, then giving everything a small drink tonight?  I may see about hose repair while at things.  Sam loves it when I am out there with her, and it's good for me.  The cave feels a lot cooler after being outside on top of else.  I best close the windows, it was 48-50 F last night.  Oh, I best reset an appointment for the next pedicure.  Those seriously help.

I'll keep at things, as I may.  Be well.  Later.

Such a strange device.

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The body that is.  Blood sugar increased seven points, to 121.  That is fine, I suppose.  Good enough so that I will eat.  Just cottage cheese and pears.  Further, I'll prepare for a solid meal later.  I just don't know how that does that.  It's pulling something from somewhere.  It hasn't been fed for twelve to eighteen hours, and days before that.  I'm sure it's normal, somehow.  But normal doesn't necessarily make direct or simple sense.

On to a few bites and thawing some meat.  Later.

Wake up!

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We will see.  Sleep was as delicious as a cool drought of water on a blisteringly hot day.  Needed.  I went down just a tidy bit before 17:00 and am waking just now at 23:00.  Six hours?  Right, but short-timed my last wake time.  Fair enough.  I dreaded blood draw and stats but got right to them.  Fasting blood sugar is 115, bp is 129/91 p. 89... without night meds, which I just took.  I... all good.  I won't eat until I see where things are in two hours.  A few pieces of pear and cottage cheese.  I may be able to make puddings, if my artificial sweeteners can be used.  I'll... begin experimenting.  I need soft foods when coming off longer fasts.

I have been on much higher doses of medicines, of all sorts, for longer periods.  The only thing different is fasting and very controlled medication, together.  That has to be it.  I will hold to what works.  Perhaps my heart will improve?  Swimming, I have to add that in.  Massage didn't seem to be helping this time.  I had been doing weekly half hour sessions, not two hourly sessions, when it seemed to work.  I have to wonder.  I may change that up after I get swimming going.  Getting the massage right after the last swim of the week, so as to not have to go out an extra day.  I can only try.  I am not going strictly for numbers, but also a general improvement.

My left lower leg still has cramping.  I may stop the water pill for a day or three.  I know that is the problem.  I've cut it, slowly, to finally one pill, for the last pill, over the last week.  Ugh.  Use great caution when playing with chem-tech.  I can get away with near murder, prefer not to anymore.  I probably moved faster than doctors would suggest, if five times and more slower than usual.  Didn't want to bath my legs, torso, and worse lungs.  Nasty to breath when lungs are wet.  Generally rough when the body swells like a blowfish.

Today.  Well, tonight?  Possibly food, more cleaning in the kitchen, and bathroom.  Perhaps a review of the bedrooms, to begin getting those in order.  Back to it as possible.  Packages tomorrow morning, early.  I'll see when the library opens, be there sharp.  Yeah.  Later.

Odd?

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I simply don't understand.  Without a single bite, my blood sugar spiked to 136, from 85.  That is a 51 point jump, for no reason.  I will hold off eating for a bit.  I actually may go back to bed for a bit.  I pushed too hard in several ways.  It has caught up with me.  Later.

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.