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Well, first, I am almost awake enough to know the difference. The last few days have seen that, the last two days have been better with that in mind on top of improvements in health feel. Everything felt better and improved more today. I don't feel like the world is closing in on me, crushing me. Medicine is leveling back out.
Diabetes has been higher. I am dosing to keep the average in the high 120s or low 130s, the latter this week. I do suspect heart medicine messes with that until it all levels out. It looks like I get a few days of improvement before I add my next, larger, dose back in. Still, it is getting there.
Night and days are twisted. But I have, pretty much, full if empty days and nights. I keep considering work. I'll... get to it. The dream... dreams... tonight? Of this her.. She wasn't a smoker, but it still fits. Yes, she just is one of my favorites. Just in the rearview mirror?
Someone has to have some line in, whether they know and understand or not. They catch these things too well, before I write or otherwise express. Friend, dame, or foe? Women, each, can act as both. Can? Does. There is a... reason, price, joy that goes with that. Oh, yes. Later.
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
How do they do that?
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Don't know. Do... enjoy? Enjoy? Something.
Which way does it... Never can quite tell.
Where do they even find these. A fan, and I haven't seen these.
Meaning? Simple or complex.
More. An anomalous accusation?
I really do enjoy. Just algos unlocked. Still...
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Don't know. Do... enjoy? Enjoy? Something.
Which way does it... Never can quite tell.
Where do they even find these. A fan, and I haven't seen these.
Meaning? Simple or complex.
More. An anomalous accusation?
I really do enjoy. Just algos unlocked. Still...
Tuesday, September 3, 2019
Late and early.
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Considering a 16:00 down time, a dark noon rising seems reasonable. Add the starting and titration of meds plus a twenty... six... eight... or more stretch, and it becomes an early rise. Yet, zero dark hundred will always be an early or late rise. For my poetic purposes, adding opposites to the same ends, it will go late.
The grass is getting watered. It really is doing well. Not much rain recently, but it had been cool until a few days ago. Something changed. It isn't that it got hot, it merely snapped back to seasonal temps. Which, even in September, is warmer than most of August, July, and part of June? So it seemed to me. No complaint, weather is and does what it is and does. As with pain, in life, the options aren't as reasonable as simply accepting. Besides, it is pleasant to have a bump of warmth before winter sets in.
It is good to finally have a real lawn. The grass is really expanding. I may add seed after mowing is done but before the first frost... or before frost really sets in. Let it settle through the winter, under the snow. These last few years, with a lot of help, has really seen improvement. Now to clean windows, do more out there, spiffy up.
Blood sugar was really high again, considering a near fasting day. At 175 it was better than yesterday 'morning'. I truly suspect organs, besides the heart, really slow as the medicine slows the heart. Until a bottom function is found, which won't happen until several weeks or months after topping out medicine, nothing will work as it should. As long as I understand and have a way to treat the most serious issues, and can handle the pain of near failures, I'll get through.
I may take a nap in a bit. After it get a few areas done. Later.
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Considering a 16:00 down time, a dark noon rising seems reasonable. Add the starting and titration of meds plus a twenty... six... eight... or more stretch, and it becomes an early rise. Yet, zero dark hundred will always be an early or late rise. For my poetic purposes, adding opposites to the same ends, it will go late.
The grass is getting watered. It really is doing well. Not much rain recently, but it had been cool until a few days ago. Something changed. It isn't that it got hot, it merely snapped back to seasonal temps. Which, even in September, is warmer than most of August, July, and part of June? So it seemed to me. No complaint, weather is and does what it is and does. As with pain, in life, the options aren't as reasonable as simply accepting. Besides, it is pleasant to have a bump of warmth before winter sets in.
It is good to finally have a real lawn. The grass is really expanding. I may add seed after mowing is done but before the first frost... or before frost really sets in. Let it settle through the winter, under the snow. These last few years, with a lot of help, has really seen improvement. Now to clean windows, do more out there, spiffy up.
Blood sugar was really high again, considering a near fasting day. At 175 it was better than yesterday 'morning'. I truly suspect organs, besides the heart, really slow as the medicine slows the heart. Until a bottom function is found, which won't happen until several weeks or months after topping out medicine, nothing will work as it should. As long as I understand and have a way to treat the most serious issues, and can handle the pain of near failures, I'll get through.
I may take a nap in a bit. After it get a few areas done. Later.
Why the worry?
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If it's not you then think on it. When have you been asked? Potential inclusion here is rather scant affection. It assumes you read here. If you aren't interested, as suggested, you... wouldn't read or listen to the music. I really think any problem you might have would, pretty much, be self inflicted. Besides, aren't you wed yet?
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If it's not you then think on it. When have you been asked? Potential inclusion here is rather scant affection. It assumes you read here. If you aren't interested, as suggested, you... wouldn't read or listen to the music. I really think any problem you might have would, pretty much, be self inflicted. Besides, aren't you wed yet?
Monday, September 2, 2019
Sunday, September 1, 2019
Brutal. Harsh. Painful.
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At least I know why. Medicine. I just bumped It from 6.x to almost 10 mg twice a day. My uncle, at two hundred at least, could only take 5.x a day total. I picked up his medicine, noticed the same med, so looked at the dose. My guess is most people can't take even half what I am taking. Carvedilol.
It is absolutely flooring me. I am sleeping so hard I don't roll. While the cot is better than the floor, it isn't much better. If I roll it works out okay, even, probably, now on the floor. Without rolling I am in a milder agony. Actually, I sit too much, without moving enough, as well. Sort of a double whammy.
I plan to titrate up the final bump next week. I suspect it will take two to six weeks before some level of normalcy returns. On the good side, I didn't go six months without meds, and bp averaging 216/186 for that time. And have to have my mother fly out to help. I have limped through to get meds, keep up appointments, and get back on them.
Now, blood sugar was 196, for no good reason. I am guessing medicine is playing havoc with organs and all. I have medicine to deal with this. It's just the idea that eating right, in weightlosing proportions, and the number is so high. Frustrating. Nothing to do but to keep at it. Later.
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At least I know why. Medicine. I just bumped It from 6.x to almost 10 mg twice a day. My uncle, at two hundred at least, could only take 5.x a day total. I picked up his medicine, noticed the same med, so looked at the dose. My guess is most people can't take even half what I am taking. Carvedilol.
It is absolutely flooring me. I am sleeping so hard I don't roll. While the cot is better than the floor, it isn't much better. If I roll it works out okay, even, probably, now on the floor. Without rolling I am in a milder agony. Actually, I sit too much, without moving enough, as well. Sort of a double whammy.
I plan to titrate up the final bump next week. I suspect it will take two to six weeks before some level of normalcy returns. On the good side, I didn't go six months without meds, and bp averaging 216/186 for that time. And have to have my mother fly out to help. I have limped through to get meds, keep up appointments, and get back on them.
Now, blood sugar was 196, for no good reason. I am guessing medicine is playing havoc with organs and all. I have medicine to deal with this. It's just the idea that eating right, in weightlosing proportions, and the number is so high. Frustrating. Nothing to do but to keep at it. Later.
Grilling then bedtime.
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I had other pork shoulders, want to try them before dismissing. The last one may have been thawed too long. Besides, other food will be grilled, so it isn't a waste. I just hate to waste. If I can't eat it, fine. But if I can... only one way to tell. Burgers, sausage, and lamb burgers, will also be going on. Nothing fancy, but serviceable.
The cave is down to 71°. Not bad, if oddly warm compared to how it had been. It actually feels cold. I will turn of the back fan when the meat is ready to go. The grill has to be heated then cooled. Worth the bother. If I turn off the front fan, which pushes air out the front door, the places heats up. With the back fan off, it stays static but seems warmer. A strange weather has set in.
Blood sugar is staying reasonable. I haven't figured out a tea replacement. Though, perhaps, it doesn't need to be a total elimination. Perhaps half a gallon of water and tea, a quart of on then the other, plus a quart of milk (already in practice, when remembered) and a quart of fatted coffee. Still a lot of caffeine, but a start...
After dinner, bedtime. I would already have gone to bed but I was hungry and remembered the thawed fresh meat.
Oh, I am going to begin tinkering with electrical. I have lighting fixtures upstairs and outlets not working, as well as a gfci which I think is fake, or badly installed. I have a good multitester, ordered a good clamp one plus a few tools and better leads. I do need to track down a few other tools, to sort out the fuse box and a few other things, but... I am getting to things between when it is too hot, cold, and wet... it is hoped. One success will lead to others. Good night.
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I had other pork shoulders, want to try them before dismissing. The last one may have been thawed too long. Besides, other food will be grilled, so it isn't a waste. I just hate to waste. If I can't eat it, fine. But if I can... only one way to tell. Burgers, sausage, and lamb burgers, will also be going on. Nothing fancy, but serviceable.
The cave is down to 71°. Not bad, if oddly warm compared to how it had been. It actually feels cold. I will turn of the back fan when the meat is ready to go. The grill has to be heated then cooled. Worth the bother. If I turn off the front fan, which pushes air out the front door, the places heats up. With the back fan off, it stays static but seems warmer. A strange weather has set in.
Blood sugar is staying reasonable. I haven't figured out a tea replacement. Though, perhaps, it doesn't need to be a total elimination. Perhaps half a gallon of water and tea, a quart of on then the other, plus a quart of milk (already in practice, when remembered) and a quart of fatted coffee. Still a lot of caffeine, but a start...
After dinner, bedtime. I would already have gone to bed but I was hungry and remembered the thawed fresh meat.
Oh, I am going to begin tinkering with electrical. I have lighting fixtures upstairs and outlets not working, as well as a gfci which I think is fake, or badly installed. I have a good multitester, ordered a good clamp one plus a few tools and better leads. I do need to track down a few other tools, to sort out the fuse box and a few other things, but... I am getting to things between when it is too hot, cold, and wet... it is hoped. One success will lead to others. Good night.
Saturday, August 31, 2019
A life of pain.
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No large complaints. Sleeping and sitting too much? Something to do with being off meds, then beginning those again? No great pains. Something to do with the sides of my torso, as if the g.i. was backed up slightly or bloated, or after doing sprints until the sides split during football pre-season camp. But not fresh, as if a week after, with days of rest. Love handle aches... Pretty much constant, if variable in intensity from mild to causing hair to stand on end if flexing that area too quickly without taking stock of, or preparing, the area. For four or five days now. No worries, just... constant annoyance, asleep or awake. I don't think I sleep much in the summer.
Meds are going in more regularly. Diabetes is being managed as possible. With blood sugar being in the 160's at the absolute highest, and averages in the 120's... I am not sure there is more I can do, as is. About that "as is" though. Tea. Whether as a cause for use of sweeteners, or as a caffeine source, there... it might be the last problem. My problem? I have difficulty drinking water, iced or room temperature. A problem I am beginning to solve. There must be an occasional additive. I can drink some water. Sometimes ice it. But, maybe a couple quarts, three? Then my throat goes so dry it hurts, swallowing more water becomes impossible, all while I remain parched. I'll... look around.
And, it seems, summer has returned? Something strange is happening. It got down to 50° F last night, at least. I didn't want to open up, it's work. And being that cool, it isn't always needed. But it was staying 75° in the main and 78° up front? I finally relented, opened everything up at midnight, and it only barely made it down to 70° by eightish before starting to get warmer? So very strange. It hadn't been warming until ten to sometimes noon lately. Very strange.
I have the place opened for the night. Here, at 20:30, it is about 65°, and the sun has already set? Mind you, there are mountains to the west... smaller, at some distance. And, yet, I didn't realize the sun was already setting so early. It is always a bit sad to see a summer end it's singular life. There will be others, but none quite exactly the same. And it was a good summer. One of the best I have experienced, weather and temperature tolerance wise, since becoming ill.
On to a new day... if that is night to you. Sleeping and my wake cycles are completely random still. No idea what will happen, when. I will seek any opportunity to act, clean, sort, or... anything positive, active. Mostly I will resemble a cat out to sea, just keeping it's head above the water, if more passively after it's hatred of water and much of it's energy is spent... maintenance is all I have to me. Later.
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No large complaints. Sleeping and sitting too much? Something to do with being off meds, then beginning those again? No great pains. Something to do with the sides of my torso, as if the g.i. was backed up slightly or bloated, or after doing sprints until the sides split during football pre-season camp. But not fresh, as if a week after, with days of rest. Love handle aches... Pretty much constant, if variable in intensity from mild to causing hair to stand on end if flexing that area too quickly without taking stock of, or preparing, the area. For four or five days now. No worries, just... constant annoyance, asleep or awake. I don't think I sleep much in the summer.
Meds are going in more regularly. Diabetes is being managed as possible. With blood sugar being in the 160's at the absolute highest, and averages in the 120's... I am not sure there is more I can do, as is. About that "as is" though. Tea. Whether as a cause for use of sweeteners, or as a caffeine source, there... it might be the last problem. My problem? I have difficulty drinking water, iced or room temperature. A problem I am beginning to solve. There must be an occasional additive. I can drink some water. Sometimes ice it. But, maybe a couple quarts, three? Then my throat goes so dry it hurts, swallowing more water becomes impossible, all while I remain parched. I'll... look around.
And, it seems, summer has returned? Something strange is happening. It got down to 50° F last night, at least. I didn't want to open up, it's work. And being that cool, it isn't always needed. But it was staying 75° in the main and 78° up front? I finally relented, opened everything up at midnight, and it only barely made it down to 70° by eightish before starting to get warmer? So very strange. It hadn't been warming until ten to sometimes noon lately. Very strange.
I have the place opened for the night. Here, at 20:30, it is about 65°, and the sun has already set? Mind you, there are mountains to the west... smaller, at some distance. And, yet, I didn't realize the sun was already setting so early. It is always a bit sad to see a summer end it's singular life. There will be others, but none quite exactly the same. And it was a good summer. One of the best I have experienced, weather and temperature tolerance wise, since becoming ill.
On to a new day... if that is night to you. Sleeping and my wake cycles are completely random still. No idea what will happen, when. I will seek any opportunity to act, clean, sort, or... anything positive, active. Mostly I will resemble a cat out to sea, just keeping it's head above the water, if more passively after it's hatred of water and much of it's energy is spent... maintenance is all I have to me. Later.
The questions exposed by their glance.
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What you view is how I hear. Exploring questions as possible, in some order... if one which doesn't make sense, or immediate sense. More curious than you in my own ways. What will trip you up, which will you immediately grok, when will you come to your senses... or abandon them in horror, joy, truth, or other ways?
Never a word is uttered, if there may be sound available to you. Written words, for my part. Do the words ever echo in your ears as if, thundered from a great and terrible being, nearly whispered from a kind gentle sage or humble monk, or boldly stated or sung as by an erudite or foolish but bold Thespian?
Not always are answers developed. The question, sometimes, often, is singularly enjoyed. Perhaps, if questions persist, an answer may be groused if not always brought to ground. The former is the case in this instance. The questions suffice to be pleasures. Sharing the fullness of perhaps a few as a gift for your attendance.
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What you view is how I hear. Exploring questions as possible, in some order... if one which doesn't make sense, or immediate sense. More curious than you in my own ways. What will trip you up, which will you immediately grok, when will you come to your senses... or abandon them in horror, joy, truth, or other ways?
Never a word is uttered, if there may be sound available to you. Written words, for my part. Do the words ever echo in your ears as if, thundered from a great and terrible being, nearly whispered from a kind gentle sage or humble monk, or boldly stated or sung as by an erudite or foolish but bold Thespian?
Not always are answers developed. The question, sometimes, often, is singularly enjoyed. Perhaps, if questions persist, an answer may be groused if not always brought to ground. The former is the case in this instance. The questions suffice to be pleasures. Sharing the fullness of perhaps a few as a gift for your attendance.
Friday, August 30, 2019
Thursday, August 29, 2019
Everything is still off.
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From weather to sleep, hours up, diabetes... everything is odd.
Blood sugar is the lowest it has been in months. I am using insulin as needed. Some days simply require more frequent and or heavier doses, some days require nothing. Blood sugar was 115 fasting this "morning". My average has gone up to 130, strangely. I don't mind a higher average for a lower fasting read.
I do wonder, however, as to whether blood sugar follows a circadian rhythm. While my sleep patterns are often completely out of control, some aspect(s) of my biology attempt to follow a normal day and night cycle. It isn't perfect, just more normalized. I would have to do exacting precise tests, at regular times, even waking to test. I don't think that is possible solo. Still, I am pretty sure.
I need to reset medicine. All new stuff, save insulin, is in. I need to check on that. If I run out, oh well? I will be adding the smaller dose of heart medicine this week, then going full dose next week, if... reasonable. I have only missed one, a morning, dose since starting. I would have fit that dose in, but sleep patterns fell out from under my feet and control was lost.
Actually, I have to go back to bed. Good day, afternoon... night.
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From weather to sleep, hours up, diabetes... everything is odd.
Blood sugar is the lowest it has been in months. I am using insulin as needed. Some days simply require more frequent and or heavier doses, some days require nothing. Blood sugar was 115 fasting this "morning". My average has gone up to 130, strangely. I don't mind a higher average for a lower fasting read.
I do wonder, however, as to whether blood sugar follows a circadian rhythm. While my sleep patterns are often completely out of control, some aspect(s) of my biology attempt to follow a normal day and night cycle. It isn't perfect, just more normalized. I would have to do exacting precise tests, at regular times, even waking to test. I don't think that is possible solo. Still, I am pretty sure.
I need to reset medicine. All new stuff, save insulin, is in. I need to check on that. If I run out, oh well? I will be adding the smaller dose of heart medicine this week, then going full dose next week, if... reasonable. I have only missed one, a morning, dose since starting. I would have fit that dose in, but sleep patterns fell out from under my feet and control was lost.
Actually, I have to go back to bed. Good day, afternoon... night.
Wednesday, August 28, 2019
With help.
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I got out today. Finally. Son number three, of the neighbor, visited last night, with the idea of visiting today? It's how it goes. I suggested we try to figure a way to move the vehicle. As it turns out, I could get the Xterra out around the car. Didn't need guidance, or to move the car, if it was good to have an outside observer.
I didn't, couldn't, sleep last night, so I had him drive. A bit of various shopping. Oh, and the address change at he dmv. Plus a car wash. He finished what he needed to do. All good. I accused him of deciding to not just letting me die. If I chuckled while suggesting I have decades left. Even if I happen to be stuck in my home for the rest of my time.
More business to do, but with a vehicle in the clear, and payday coming...
I couldn't sleep until afternoon in spite of returning well before noon. I had both ac's on but it only got down to 70° up there. It's warm down here. I will open up a bit tonight. And get out as the lawn gets a good solid drink. I may finally mow the lawn this Friday or Saturday.
Blood sugar is being weird. Very low most of yesterday while I can't beat it down today. Though 168 isn't horrible, a dose while not eating should have fixed it. I'll check it in a few more hours, then have eggs, bacon, and a fatted coffee... plus another dose if it's still up.
Another hour on trim areas, then a few hours watering up front. Then, I hope, back to bed. I am hoping to finish business tomorrow, which means an earlier rise, a shower, and more. Always more, if that is a feature, not a bug. I just wish I wasn't so stretched for it. At least it is a wonderful night to be playing homeowner, lawnsman. Later.
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I got out today. Finally. Son number three, of the neighbor, visited last night, with the idea of visiting today? It's how it goes. I suggested we try to figure a way to move the vehicle. As it turns out, I could get the Xterra out around the car. Didn't need guidance, or to move the car, if it was good to have an outside observer.
I didn't, couldn't, sleep last night, so I had him drive. A bit of various shopping. Oh, and the address change at he dmv. Plus a car wash. He finished what he needed to do. All good. I accused him of deciding to not just letting me die. If I chuckled while suggesting I have decades left. Even if I happen to be stuck in my home for the rest of my time.
More business to do, but with a vehicle in the clear, and payday coming...
I couldn't sleep until afternoon in spite of returning well before noon. I had both ac's on but it only got down to 70° up there. It's warm down here. I will open up a bit tonight. And get out as the lawn gets a good solid drink. I may finally mow the lawn this Friday or Saturday.
Blood sugar is being weird. Very low most of yesterday while I can't beat it down today. Though 168 isn't horrible, a dose while not eating should have fixed it. I'll check it in a few more hours, then have eggs, bacon, and a fatted coffee... plus another dose if it's still up.
Another hour on trim areas, then a few hours watering up front. Then, I hope, back to bed. I am hoping to finish business tomorrow, which means an earlier rise, a shower, and more. Always more, if that is a feature, not a bug. I just wish I wasn't so stretched for it. At least it is a wonderful night to be playing homeowner, lawnsman. Later.
Tuesday, August 27, 2019
Fall.
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It is hitting hard. Still August and it was 74° at 18:30? Crazy. Oh, it's sunny. Just very cool. It is 72°, as a high, in the main, 75° up front. When I woke from my second or third nap for the day, it was 72° at ~16:30, upstairs, with only the fan going. I left everything else off, hoping heat would wake me. Even with four blankets, I was freezing without careful bundling.
The ducks seem content. The lawn is looking good. I have been working, slowly, through the house, looking for the keys. A shower shortly, and shave. More digging through the place, and finishing laundry while starting a small batch of dishes and taking a load of trash from the sorting process out. Bits and pieces.
I called my mother. Their weather is unseasonably cool as well. October like temperatures, in the mid 70's too. And it is knocking her down a bit as well. She tried to suggest grobal warbling, and I corrected. If she wishes to believe propaganda, that is her choice. I refuse to even tolerate. She didn't fight, but she will keep her propaganda. If she has received enough feedback to know what it is at this point. She can save it for the lying dems in her life, for their cabal gatherings.
Still, it was good to speak. And to know we aren't alone in our rough sleepiness. After calling before,while she was napping and couldn't wake, I figured. She didn't even remember I had called. I understand that. She was grilling sirloins tonight. I hope they were as good as they sounded.
If I can stay awake, I will get to a few things. I won't be opening the place up tonight, though I will keep two fans going. I may start opening the place in the day! So very strange. It... isn't over. I am not through. Fire in the snow. Be careful out there, lasses and lads. Later.
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It is hitting hard. Still August and it was 74° at 18:30? Crazy. Oh, it's sunny. Just very cool. It is 72°, as a high, in the main, 75° up front. When I woke from my second or third nap for the day, it was 72° at ~16:30, upstairs, with only the fan going. I left everything else off, hoping heat would wake me. Even with four blankets, I was freezing without careful bundling.
The ducks seem content. The lawn is looking good. I have been working, slowly, through the house, looking for the keys. A shower shortly, and shave. More digging through the place, and finishing laundry while starting a small batch of dishes and taking a load of trash from the sorting process out. Bits and pieces.
I called my mother. Their weather is unseasonably cool as well. October like temperatures, in the mid 70's too. And it is knocking her down a bit as well. She tried to suggest grobal warbling, and I corrected. If she wishes to believe propaganda, that is her choice. I refuse to even tolerate. She didn't fight, but she will keep her propaganda. If she has received enough feedback to know what it is at this point. She can save it for the lying dems in her life, for their cabal gatherings.
Still, it was good to speak. And to know we aren't alone in our rough sleepiness. After calling before,while she was napping and couldn't wake, I figured. She didn't even remember I had called. I understand that. She was grilling sirloins tonight. I hope they were as good as they sounded.
If I can stay awake, I will get to a few things. I won't be opening the place up tonight, though I will keep two fans going. I may start opening the place in the day! So very strange. It... isn't over. I am not through. Fire in the snow. Be careful out there, lasses and lads. Later.
Very odd.
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I had put the ducks in, locked them in. But I had forgotten to turn off the water an hour more than planned. As I was out fixing that, I realized the ducks were out. And their pen was still shut, barred. As well, it looks like they killed another mouse. Must have had a bit of a fight? I think they now protect their food.
What a bit of hunger will do? I am proud of them! The first, for sure, was drowned, it was too small to have gotten into the watering dish pan. This one was flattened. However, I don't like that it perturbed them enough to escape. Not sure if they used windows, or were able to go over the gate. I can close it all up though. There are potentially nasty things out at night.
The other oddity is the temperature in here. It was 45° outside, last I checked, but with the house open, even only gotten to 74°, it is still 70° in the main. Very odd. On 55° nights, it is usually down to even 66°. I can heat the place, if blood sugar is high, with my metabolism, but at 96 blood sugar last I checked, it won't happen. I should be cold, actually. A very strange day.
Oh, the other strange thing was it was only 74° by midafternoon, 18:30~19:30ish? I, from that, expected it to cool. It did, outdoors. Still 70° in the main, 68° up front. Just curious, 72° upstairs with the stupid ac supposedly running. I flipped both on, but to fan. A very strange day.
Oh, blood sugar is to 78 two hours after the last read. I ate, and had a fatted coffee, plus my tea, but without insulin. Very odd. Not feeling ill, so I'll let it go. I'll have a fatted drink in a bit, and a few more eggs. Then check it in a few more hours. I just don't know how that works. Fasting for days and it goes up, eating and it drops.
Later.
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I had put the ducks in, locked them in. But I had forgotten to turn off the water an hour more than planned. As I was out fixing that, I realized the ducks were out. And their pen was still shut, barred. As well, it looks like they killed another mouse. Must have had a bit of a fight? I think they now protect their food.
What a bit of hunger will do? I am proud of them! The first, for sure, was drowned, it was too small to have gotten into the watering dish pan. This one was flattened. However, I don't like that it perturbed them enough to escape. Not sure if they used windows, or were able to go over the gate. I can close it all up though. There are potentially nasty things out at night.
The other oddity is the temperature in here. It was 45° outside, last I checked, but with the house open, even only gotten to 74°, it is still 70° in the main. Very odd. On 55° nights, it is usually down to even 66°. I can heat the place, if blood sugar is high, with my metabolism, but at 96 blood sugar last I checked, it won't happen. I should be cold, actually. A very strange day.
Oh, the other strange thing was it was only 74° by midafternoon, 18:30~19:30ish? I, from that, expected it to cool. It did, outdoors. Still 70° in the main, 68° up front. Just curious, 72° upstairs with the stupid ac supposedly running. I flipped both on, but to fan. A very strange day.
Oh, blood sugar is to 78 two hours after the last read. I ate, and had a fatted coffee, plus my tea, but without insulin. Very odd. Not feeling ill, so I'll let it go. I'll have a fatted drink in a bit, and a few more eggs. Then check it in a few more hours. I just don't know how that works. Fasting for days and it goes up, eating and it drops.
Later.
Monday, August 26, 2019
Sleeping.
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Every three to twelve hours, I have been crashing. No dizziness or true failures. Simple weariness handled easily with a little or a lot of sleep. No dreams now. Pain has disappeared. Even hunger is something lost in the fog. Diabetes is being weird, going up without eating.
As I can be aware, I attempt to work on medical and other needs. Dosing as needed, when I remember to check, and or dose. I finally boiled three dozen older eggs. If my oldest eggs are fresher than the 'freshest' storebought. I pickled two dozen. I may boil another three dozen Sunday, pickling another dozen. I need to water glass (lime/lyme) some eggs too, soon.
A dozen or two as they are available. It takes six to eight days to pickle. With two different quarts, I'll get to try various strengths. White vinegar this time. I am hoping to try making a few deviled eggs from each batch. I would like to get two jars put up for each month, then similar amounts water glassed. As well, trying various recipes. I might try some frozen.
I haven't been able to work for more than fifteen minutes every three hours. I begin to fail. Tire. By work I mean sort materials while searching for keys. Some organization is happening, though mildly. I do what I can. It isn't much. If I had a booster button I would press it.
I'll... keep at it. Hmm, you know, egg salad sandwich, using keto flatbreat, and maybe tuna? Not fancy, but it's been a bit. And, actually, with mustard, mayo, fresh ground pepper, garlic and onion, it... is a bit of a treat. Would go well in a leaf of lettuce too. If I had such. Later.
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Every three to twelve hours, I have been crashing. No dizziness or true failures. Simple weariness handled easily with a little or a lot of sleep. No dreams now. Pain has disappeared. Even hunger is something lost in the fog. Diabetes is being weird, going up without eating.
As I can be aware, I attempt to work on medical and other needs. Dosing as needed, when I remember to check, and or dose. I finally boiled three dozen older eggs. If my oldest eggs are fresher than the 'freshest' storebought. I pickled two dozen. I may boil another three dozen Sunday, pickling another dozen. I need to water glass (lime/lyme) some eggs too, soon.
A dozen or two as they are available. It takes six to eight days to pickle. With two different quarts, I'll get to try various strengths. White vinegar this time. I am hoping to try making a few deviled eggs from each batch. I would like to get two jars put up for each month, then similar amounts water glassed. As well, trying various recipes. I might try some frozen.
I haven't been able to work for more than fifteen minutes every three hours. I begin to fail. Tire. By work I mean sort materials while searching for keys. Some organization is happening, though mildly. I do what I can. It isn't much. If I had a booster button I would press it.
I'll... keep at it. Hmm, you know, egg salad sandwich, using keto flatbreat, and maybe tuna? Not fancy, but it's been a bit. And, actually, with mustard, mayo, fresh ground pepper, garlic and onion, it... is a bit of a treat. Would go well in a leaf of lettuce too. If I had such. Later.
Sunday, August 25, 2019
Really bad things.
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These are the spots in life which disturb the most. If you have used, or been told, to hurry and shit or get off the pot? Well, imagine if neither is an option? Figuratively, mind you. Yeah, live long enough and you will remember at least a literal happenstance. Probably went through it as a child, many times. But youth offers the grace of forgetfulness.
Here I am, stuck in a messy house, without keys to one vehicle, which is blocking the other. To sick to look for fifteen minutes at a time. Suffering internal organ, bone, and joint pains, with a minor fever a lot more often than usual but with aspirin having no effect save to thin my blood leading to frequent nearly unstoppable nose bleeds, unable to care for self or home, with blood sugar being weird, and seemingly unable to die or improve. Days? Weeks? I can't remember.
Blood sugar is actually quite good. At 115 fasting this morning. But, after yesterday, at either 225 or 185 fasting, to 129 wake fasting, then back up to 169 after a tuna melt... of 14 (total carb)... It was crazy, for no good reason. The first number seemed so high, I checked immediately again, which is why the "or". It isn't too hot or cold. I think it gets to 82°~84° outside, but without much effort is staying around 71°, maxing at 73° inside. I am actually fearing winter this year, as things stand.
I believe one of the cats found the key fob, knocked it down, and kicked it somewhere. I cleared an area, while looking, setting watches near where I was sure the key had been. I found one of the watches on the floor this morning. It ended being too clunky to be a good toe, so remains where it fell. It's a start.
Later.
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These are the spots in life which disturb the most. If you have used, or been told, to hurry and shit or get off the pot? Well, imagine if neither is an option? Figuratively, mind you. Yeah, live long enough and you will remember at least a literal happenstance. Probably went through it as a child, many times. But youth offers the grace of forgetfulness.
Here I am, stuck in a messy house, without keys to one vehicle, which is blocking the other. To sick to look for fifteen minutes at a time. Suffering internal organ, bone, and joint pains, with a minor fever a lot more often than usual but with aspirin having no effect save to thin my blood leading to frequent nearly unstoppable nose bleeds, unable to care for self or home, with blood sugar being weird, and seemingly unable to die or improve. Days? Weeks? I can't remember.
Blood sugar is actually quite good. At 115 fasting this morning. But, after yesterday, at either 225 or 185 fasting, to 129 wake fasting, then back up to 169 after a tuna melt... of 14 (total carb)... It was crazy, for no good reason. The first number seemed so high, I checked immediately again, which is why the "or". It isn't too hot or cold. I think it gets to 82°~84° outside, but without much effort is staying around 71°, maxing at 73° inside. I am actually fearing winter this year, as things stand.
I believe one of the cats found the key fob, knocked it down, and kicked it somewhere. I cleared an area, while looking, setting watches near where I was sure the key had been. I found one of the watches on the floor this morning. It ended being too clunky to be a good toe, so remains where it fell. It's a start.
Later.
Saturday, August 24, 2019
Something is off.
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I had to push to make it to noon. It wasn't just exhaustion. For the first time, other when I used to drink heavily, I became dizzy. My strength of will, prayer potency, helped. I was able to be mobile, with great stability, if slower than I prefer. As well, a bloody nose happened with no cause. It hit around 9:30. So making it to noon was a challenge.
I wondered if it was blood sugar. It was 122 fasting, 144 at 9:30 without having eaten? It almost never goes up without calories. I went in for a nap. Three hours and change later, I forced my way awake. It was a brutal struggle. I am still fighting two hours after. Dizziness returned and remained for about an half hour after waking but is gone. It is just a heavy grinding weariness that remains. The bloody nose remained until an hour after waking.
Blood sugar, again without food or insulin today, jumped to 185. I had a small meal of walnuts and pecans, mixed. And dosed with insulin. I am hungry, but food, cooking, and such, just doesn't make sense. Later.
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I had to push to make it to noon. It wasn't just exhaustion. For the first time, other when I used to drink heavily, I became dizzy. My strength of will, prayer potency, helped. I was able to be mobile, with great stability, if slower than I prefer. As well, a bloody nose happened with no cause. It hit around 9:30. So making it to noon was a challenge.
I wondered if it was blood sugar. It was 122 fasting, 144 at 9:30 without having eaten? It almost never goes up without calories. I went in for a nap. Three hours and change later, I forced my way awake. It was a brutal struggle. I am still fighting two hours after. Dizziness returned and remained for about an half hour after waking but is gone. It is just a heavy grinding weariness that remains. The bloody nose remained until an hour after waking.
Blood sugar, again without food or insulin today, jumped to 185. I had a small meal of walnuts and pecans, mixed. And dosed with insulin. I am hungry, but food, cooking, and such, just doesn't make sense. Later.
Fixing sleep.
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Down at 1:20, up at 8:45 or so. Each night for the last three I have reversed the trend by going to bed an hour or more earlier and waking earlier. An hour? Or two. A change in medication, weather, or temps, and control will probably be lost. Still, while I can, I will apply control. It might be a war that can't be won, but individual battles... I will win sometimes, or for a while.
It was 64° upstairs, 68° in the main, 65° up front, and only at 58° outside. I must admit, I was surprised. It... is fall weather. I can't be sure, especially with false temperature reads being perpetuated, and temperature history being altered, but this is more like October than even September. It's good. It's also very unseasonable.
Ah, the post, late? Well, the videos kept flowing. On and on. I, even so, only picked a few out of... dozens. The sensations remained as well. If both the vids and feelings don't exist, nothing goes out. As to sadness? It isn't about that. Not for me. What if she and our child lived? What are the odds we would still be married? Slim, especially after my fall. If we were, what would that be like, or mean? A dry duty bound scarred hunk of faded love?
Anyway, it was put together before bedtime. It was scheduled. I was trying not to flood the market. I may never remember her name, but she is back. Or, as back as she can be. Not a replacement for a woman, just with her own place. A just place in my life. I don't owe her my life, just a place in it. Later.
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Down at 1:20, up at 8:45 or so. Each night for the last three I have reversed the trend by going to bed an hour or more earlier and waking earlier. An hour? Or two. A change in medication, weather, or temps, and control will probably be lost. Still, while I can, I will apply control. It might be a war that can't be won, but individual battles... I will win sometimes, or for a while.
It was 64° upstairs, 68° in the main, 65° up front, and only at 58° outside. I must admit, I was surprised. It... is fall weather. I can't be sure, especially with false temperature reads being perpetuated, and temperature history being altered, but this is more like October than even September. It's good. It's also very unseasonable.
Ah, the post, late? Well, the videos kept flowing. On and on. I, even so, only picked a few out of... dozens. The sensations remained as well. If both the vids and feelings don't exist, nothing goes out. As to sadness? It isn't about that. Not for me. What if she and our child lived? What are the odds we would still be married? Slim, especially after my fall. If we were, what would that be like, or mean? A dry duty bound scarred hunk of faded love?
Anyway, it was put together before bedtime. It was scheduled. I was trying not to flood the market. I may never remember her name, but she is back. Or, as back as she can be. Not a replacement for a woman, just with her own place. A just place in my life. I don't owe her my life, just a place in it. Later.
Death proximity.
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I don't think even pseudo tech can intervene. I do think I am close to death. I don't believe that means I will die, probably... no luck so far, if past performance issues aren't a guarantee of future failure. Just... I am in very bad shape. And she keeps visiting. Or, I visit her?
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I don't think even pseudo tech can intervene. I do think I am close to death. I don't believe that means I will die, probably... no luck so far, if past performance issues aren't a guarantee of future failure. Just... I am in very bad shape. And she keeps visiting. Or, I visit her?
Friday, August 23, 2019
Is that you?
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I have... strange friends. Something something. She vistits from time to time, but doesn't always say hi. I usually get one of these, it's how I... suspect.
It isn't always her, just... I am not sure if she likes the show, or if it is an accusation. Both? I just have to laugh. She even used him as her avatar. Had. To. Laugh.
And ask. Is that you, foamy?
Not all of my ghosts are bad. Good night.
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I have... strange friends. Something something. She vistits from time to time, but doesn't always say hi. I usually get one of these, it's how I... suspect.
It isn't always her, just... I am not sure if she likes the show, or if it is an accusation. Both? I just have to laugh. She even used him as her avatar. Had. To. Laugh.
And ask. Is that you, foamy?
Not all of my ghosts are bad. Good night.
Friday?
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Time sure flies when meds and summer have me pegged, pinned, down. I am comfortable, or as comfortable as possible. Not bad, really. Just not able. I have been rather rough, actually, through back to winter. But there is bad and there is worse. While pain wasn't an issue, it too is returning. Prayer and offering suffering for the positive disposition of souls, plus contemplation on the once and final tree of woe, are what is available.
Blood sugar is 131 fasting. I ended dosing last night. Two pork chops and a tiny chicken thigh jacked my blood sugar from 102 to 154. But why! Should not have done that. Hmm? Oh, a glass of milk too. Perhaps it wasn't what or how much, but how often I ate? At least a better start.
I keep making plans, for example to take three doses daily. The problem is, when blood sugar drops to 83, or even 102, I don't dare dose. Every time I attempt a plan, something contradicts the plan. It is much like driving on snow. Just as soon as you get it going straight, it makes a run for the ditch, other lane, or switching between. At least boredom isn't an issue.
Ducks are out. There was a HUGE spider in the door of the pen. It had built a web that filled the whole front door overnight. It had stubby little legs, or had them well tucked. It's body was a fifty cent piece or so. I didn't kill it but I made it clear, staying wasn't an option. I like spiders, just not in the way. This one would absolutely gobble flies from the duck droppings. I hope it sets up shop a bit more out of the way.
A shower shortly. Shave too. Laundry and dishes. Perhaps one more side yard area watering which gives the ducks an artificial rain. As I water them at night, I usually give them a shower as well. They love it, and it cools them off for the night. I enjoy the critters. And, to a degree... from a distance... they like me back, or enjoy the rain.
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Time sure flies when meds and summer have me pegged, pinned, down. I am comfortable, or as comfortable as possible. Not bad, really. Just not able. I have been rather rough, actually, through back to winter. But there is bad and there is worse. While pain wasn't an issue, it too is returning. Prayer and offering suffering for the positive disposition of souls, plus contemplation on the once and final tree of woe, are what is available.
Blood sugar is 131 fasting. I ended dosing last night. Two pork chops and a tiny chicken thigh jacked my blood sugar from 102 to 154. But why! Should not have done that. Hmm? Oh, a glass of milk too. Perhaps it wasn't what or how much, but how often I ate? At least a better start.
I keep making plans, for example to take three doses daily. The problem is, when blood sugar drops to 83, or even 102, I don't dare dose. Every time I attempt a plan, something contradicts the plan. It is much like driving on snow. Just as soon as you get it going straight, it makes a run for the ditch, other lane, or switching between. At least boredom isn't an issue.
Ducks are out. There was a HUGE spider in the door of the pen. It had built a web that filled the whole front door overnight. It had stubby little legs, or had them well tucked. It's body was a fifty cent piece or so. I didn't kill it but I made it clear, staying wasn't an option. I like spiders, just not in the way. This one would absolutely gobble flies from the duck droppings. I hope it sets up shop a bit more out of the way.
A shower shortly. Shave too. Laundry and dishes. Perhaps one more side yard area watering which gives the ducks an artificial rain. As I water them at night, I usually give them a shower as well. They love it, and it cools them off for the night. I enjoy the critters. And, to a degree... from a distance... they like me back, or enjoy the rain.
More.
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The cave has been cracked open. It isn't dropping below 73°, but with fans, fresh air is a good thing. It was 75° outside when I opened the place up. I wasn't sure if the cave would warm up. Still, I figured any heating would dissipate quickly. It was right at the point when it will cool quickly.
The side yards have been watered. The front yard is getting it now. Stange how what is showing distress, up front, is the areas getting the most water. No cutting is helping as well. It isn't growing all that much, just enough to mow in a week or two. Not mowing low helps. No need for a medium setting. As high as the deck will go is all needed, probably for the rest of summer. Only in spring, if particularly wet, does a lower cutting height work.
Headaches, exhaustion, aches... not a great day. Making it through. I did end up grilling the pork chops. And they were actually quite good! The other pork cut was a shoulder blade, that may be it's problem. I'll heat one of those and a chicken thigh for supper.
Blood sugar was 178 this morning. I dosed heavy, then had a fatted tea. Several hours after that it was 83. I was already just eating a variety of nuts and a fatted coffee, and didn't feel bad. Several hours further along and it is only at 102? Obviously no more insulin. Below 120~130, depending on what I am eating, I just don't dare dose.
Time to get a bite. Later. Might grab a shower and try to crash early. If possible.
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Meant to be posted last night.
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The cave has been cracked open. It isn't dropping below 73°, but with fans, fresh air is a good thing. It was 75° outside when I opened the place up. I wasn't sure if the cave would warm up. Still, I figured any heating would dissipate quickly. It was right at the point when it will cool quickly.
The side yards have been watered. The front yard is getting it now. Stange how what is showing distress, up front, is the areas getting the most water. No cutting is helping as well. It isn't growing all that much, just enough to mow in a week or two. Not mowing low helps. No need for a medium setting. As high as the deck will go is all needed, probably for the rest of summer. Only in spring, if particularly wet, does a lower cutting height work.
Headaches, exhaustion, aches... not a great day. Making it through. I did end up grilling the pork chops. And they were actually quite good! The other pork cut was a shoulder blade, that may be it's problem. I'll heat one of those and a chicken thigh for supper.
Blood sugar was 178 this morning. I dosed heavy, then had a fatted tea. Several hours after that it was 83. I was already just eating a variety of nuts and a fatted coffee, and didn't feel bad. Several hours further along and it is only at 102? Obviously no more insulin. Below 120~130, depending on what I am eating, I just don't dare dose.
Time to get a bite. Later. Might grab a shower and try to crash early. If possible.
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Meant to be posted last night.
Thursday, August 22, 2019
So very tired.
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In part because it seems darker out there. Haze, clouds, some of each? After checking while putting the ducks in, definitely both. Watering again. Some areas don't need it at all, some areas have gone down hill fast, working on it. An hour for the back and side, more up front. Then two to four days off. More downtime if it rains.
I keep drifting into morning before sleeping. The last three days to three. It's the meds? Mostly. On them, recently, restarting, opening up the house in a timely fashion hasn't been successful, which makes it too warm to do other things including get to sleep. Which means I am awake well beyond exhaustion and while overheated.
Tonight it will be done right. But at 18:30 it is still 77°. It will be a bit.
Ah-hah.
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Youtube went dead. Flat. No music, no changes, became disconnected with feedback loops. It remains that way. Then I remembered. It is China's bitch.
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Youtube went dead. Flat. No music, no changes, became disconnected with feedback loops. It remains that way. Then I remembered. It is China's bitch.
Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Some of it.
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A shower. Then plans to buy feed. Laundry started. One load in the dryer, one finished washing. Te one in the dryer would have been done but I tried a fluff run. Not a chance. A few things extra, here and there, while trying to find my keys. Keys? The little car keys. I still haven't found them!
I am out of feed. I called around. I found feed, I can buy. Too late for a trip to the feed store. But a bag of feed. While I also can't get out for a feed barrel, I can use a new unused larger trash can and contractor bags (no chemicals added). Actually, if it works, keeps mice out, I may keep it rather than buy new.
Anyway... I thought the feed was going fast. Too fast. Won't happen again, one way or another. Oh, and mouse tricks and traps soon. With the ducks low on food, I found a tiny mouse drowned in a water container. It couldn't have crawled in. I think the ducks did it. In the shed, with a bill. Kewl.
A shower, laundry, meds ordered, cheese and pepperoni baked crackers, meds taken... and a lot of looking for keys. Gah. The headache is back with a vengeance. I won't set up dishes until a second shower tomorrow. I may shave yet tonight. And attempt to finish laundry. As well, the sideyard, closer to the home, is getting watered. That will be all for tonight, for watering. I really do have a much better lawn this year. The best, in spite of my error in not watering until so late.
Oh, yesterday I tried some of the old meat. The pork was strong and tough, not quite feral hog strong, but it was a challenge. The beef amazed. Good, given the cut it was as if fresh! I will try another cut of pork tonight, chops. If I can't do that, I'll... surrender for that. If I will try the pork sausage, mild Italian, might have held up better.
At least I have some meat. Actually, I will cook that tomorrow. I'll heat up chicken leftover tonight. It was quite good, don't wish to waste. Later. Or good night.
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A shower. Then plans to buy feed. Laundry started. One load in the dryer, one finished washing. Te one in the dryer would have been done but I tried a fluff run. Not a chance. A few things extra, here and there, while trying to find my keys. Keys? The little car keys. I still haven't found them!
I am out of feed. I called around. I found feed, I can buy. Too late for a trip to the feed store. But a bag of feed. While I also can't get out for a feed barrel, I can use a new unused larger trash can and contractor bags (no chemicals added). Actually, if it works, keeps mice out, I may keep it rather than buy new.
Anyway... I thought the feed was going fast. Too fast. Won't happen again, one way or another. Oh, and mouse tricks and traps soon. With the ducks low on food, I found a tiny mouse drowned in a water container. It couldn't have crawled in. I think the ducks did it. In the shed, with a bill. Kewl.
A shower, laundry, meds ordered, cheese and pepperoni baked crackers, meds taken... and a lot of looking for keys. Gah. The headache is back with a vengeance. I won't set up dishes until a second shower tomorrow. I may shave yet tonight. And attempt to finish laundry. As well, the sideyard, closer to the home, is getting watered. That will be all for tonight, for watering. I really do have a much better lawn this year. The best, in spite of my error in not watering until so late.
Oh, yesterday I tried some of the old meat. The pork was strong and tough, not quite feral hog strong, but it was a challenge. The beef amazed. Good, given the cut it was as if fresh! I will try another cut of pork tonight, chops. If I can't do that, I'll... surrender for that. If I will try the pork sausage, mild Italian, might have held up better.
At least I have some meat. Actually, I will cook that tomorrow. I'll heat up chicken leftover tonight. It was quite good, don't wish to waste. Later. Or good night.
A new day.
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Still morning, here, barely. The ducks are out, and out of food. When I buy food I will also be picking up a trash type can. Plastic... rubber... might work. I would rather galvanized. I'm not sure I believe in non-metal, if even those if not kept dry. Yea, I'd best get... going. Especially knowing that starting now means a three hour functional start as is. It sometimes sucks to be me.
Meds and aspirin first thing. Morning and afternoon headaches have become dailies as carvedilol is being added. I've had much worse. I may end up with much worse. I have two more dose jumps. First, the 3.125 mg, which boosts me to over half, probably for a week, then to the other 6.5. I will be shifting up more quickly. Even with the headaches, which are relatively mild, and the mild crippling, this medicine start is less painful. I haven't lost awareness so as to fall off it. I think it is all the summer sun and warmth. This is harsh in the winter.
No good reason to check bp. Then again, getting in practice wouldn't be a bad thing. BP will be from terrible to horrible until I get back to dose and maintain it for a while. I may even, at my next visit, double the small lower dose pill. Between diminishing returns and the limits of my capacity to take this med... it may be as good as I can get, without a boost.
I got up in a hurry, when I saw the time. Couldn't remember if I had closed up the downstairs. It got to at least 88° F (31.1 C) yesterday, if dipping to at least 48° F (~ 8.9 C) last night. So summer is neither dead nor toothless, even if splendidly cooler around certain corners. Thankfully it was all buttoned up. A pleasant 71°. Upstairs, just on fan mode, on one machine, and another fan, it was 68°. Perfect for sleep.
The electric company billed at about $87? Given ac, two of them for most or all of that billing time actually, plus three to four fans much of the time, on top of regular use? Excellent. I believe I have cut, over my last system configuration. Now that I have settings, systems, and rigging down, I'll bet I can shave another twenty off a month. Well, and that is more double, triple, or more than my typical bill... at least now that, when awake at night, I don't leave every light on. :P
Yea, I best get... going. I will start a load of laundry. By the time it goes into the dryer... given it's "high efficiency" (lazy) nature, which means wash cycles take one and an half to two and an half hours... I should be ready to shower, and start a load of whites. *sigh* Still, it is much gentler on the clothes. That... is the real advantage. It is taking twenty washes before aging is noticed, or more, versus five to seven. By the time I notice aging, a standard washer would have killed the shirt, even jeans. More so if I remember to turn them inside out. Later.
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Still morning, here, barely. The ducks are out, and out of food. When I buy food I will also be picking up a trash type can. Plastic... rubber... might work. I would rather galvanized. I'm not sure I believe in non-metal, if even those if not kept dry. Yea, I'd best get... going. Especially knowing that starting now means a three hour functional start as is. It sometimes sucks to be me.
Meds and aspirin first thing. Morning and afternoon headaches have become dailies as carvedilol is being added. I've had much worse. I may end up with much worse. I have two more dose jumps. First, the 3.125 mg, which boosts me to over half, probably for a week, then to the other 6.5. I will be shifting up more quickly. Even with the headaches, which are relatively mild, and the mild crippling, this medicine start is less painful. I haven't lost awareness so as to fall off it. I think it is all the summer sun and warmth. This is harsh in the winter.
No good reason to check bp. Then again, getting in practice wouldn't be a bad thing. BP will be from terrible to horrible until I get back to dose and maintain it for a while. I may even, at my next visit, double the small lower dose pill. Between diminishing returns and the limits of my capacity to take this med... it may be as good as I can get, without a boost.
I got up in a hurry, when I saw the time. Couldn't remember if I had closed up the downstairs. It got to at least 88° F (31.1 C) yesterday, if dipping to at least 48° F (~ 8.9 C) last night. So summer is neither dead nor toothless, even if splendidly cooler around certain corners. Thankfully it was all buttoned up. A pleasant 71°. Upstairs, just on fan mode, on one machine, and another fan, it was 68°. Perfect for sleep.
The electric company billed at about $87? Given ac, two of them for most or all of that billing time actually, plus three to four fans much of the time, on top of regular use? Excellent. I believe I have cut, over my last system configuration. Now that I have settings, systems, and rigging down, I'll bet I can shave another twenty off a month. Well, and that is more double, triple, or more than my typical bill... at least now that, when awake at night, I don't leave every light on. :P
Yea, I best get... going. I will start a load of laundry. By the time it goes into the dryer... given it's "high efficiency" (lazy) nature, which means wash cycles take one and an half to two and an half hours... I should be ready to shower, and start a load of whites. *sigh* Still, it is much gentler on the clothes. That... is the real advantage. It is taking twenty washes before aging is noticed, or more, versus five to seven. By the time I notice aging, a standard washer would have killed the shirt, even jeans. More so if I remember to turn them inside out. Later.
Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Another day.
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Blood sugar is 136 fasting. Not perfect, not improving quickly, better than 450, even 225. I am experimenting with new foods... pepperoni and cheese chips. Little piles of cheese, or pepperoni coins, baked in the oven for fifteen to twenty five minutes. Tasty, if I don't think you would want to eat very much. It vastly improves cheap pepperonis. Oh, and putting them together, like a mini pizza, is fantastic. Hmm, I'm thinking mushroom topping too!
Medicine is down. Going on six days without a miss. I need to call the V.A. for more of everything. And to check on their filing with social security. Insulin is working better, as a regular dose medicine, regardless if I eat or not. Otherwise I don't eat and blood sugar still goes up. I must assume there is a lot of sugar simply stored in both protein... muscles... and fat. Or it is stored in some of it. As a squirrel seeks nuts, the brain of my metabolism seeks the sweets stored. Which is why, after years of keto, I am still insulin resistant? It is my suspicion.
Ducks are out, their pool is filling. It is already... 86°. Oh, noon? I had thought it was ten, still. Time sure flies sometimes. A shower shortly. Laundry... I didn't start it, but everything is back and ready to wash. Dishes can be started after that. Not all that many dishes, but a lot of jars. I purchased stuff made specifically for jars. Hard to get fat out... from high fat cream and milk. Work, I need to get going. The thing is, if I heat up it will be very difficult to cool off. So working at a slower pace is wise.
Oh, the chicken was very good. At only six months, that was expected. I have older pork and much older beef thawed. I will grill more later. I actually prefer to grill meat to be reheated. It works much better. And with more to cook, it works out. Having small portions of several meats is also better than having a single larger meat main dish. Later.
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Blood sugar is 136 fasting. Not perfect, not improving quickly, better than 450, even 225. I am experimenting with new foods... pepperoni and cheese chips. Little piles of cheese, or pepperoni coins, baked in the oven for fifteen to twenty five minutes. Tasty, if I don't think you would want to eat very much. It vastly improves cheap pepperonis. Oh, and putting them together, like a mini pizza, is fantastic. Hmm, I'm thinking mushroom topping too!
Medicine is down. Going on six days without a miss. I need to call the V.A. for more of everything. And to check on their filing with social security. Insulin is working better, as a regular dose medicine, regardless if I eat or not. Otherwise I don't eat and blood sugar still goes up. I must assume there is a lot of sugar simply stored in both protein... muscles... and fat. Or it is stored in some of it. As a squirrel seeks nuts, the brain of my metabolism seeks the sweets stored. Which is why, after years of keto, I am still insulin resistant? It is my suspicion.
Ducks are out, their pool is filling. It is already... 86°. Oh, noon? I had thought it was ten, still. Time sure flies sometimes. A shower shortly. Laundry... I didn't start it, but everything is back and ready to wash. Dishes can be started after that. Not all that many dishes, but a lot of jars. I purchased stuff made specifically for jars. Hard to get fat out... from high fat cream and milk. Work, I need to get going. The thing is, if I heat up it will be very difficult to cool off. So working at a slower pace is wise.
Oh, the chicken was very good. At only six months, that was expected. I have older pork and much older beef thawed. I will grill more later. I actually prefer to grill meat to be reheated. It works much better. And with more to cook, it works out. Having small portions of several meats is also better than having a single larger meat main dish. Later.
Monday, August 19, 2019
A few projects.
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Grass is getting watered. No need to mow. The ducks have put up. I finally got into the drop-in freezer, the big one. The little one isn't in use currently. Ice chipping, inventory taking, and pulling some meat to thaw. So hungry, I just couldn't get to it. Some of it is really old, some of it is fresh. Fresher. I'll know how bad or good it is shortly. Some of what is thawing is the oldest stuff.
I had chicken thighs from mid-winter, February if I had to bet. It is on a fast thaw. I am so terribly hungry. Chia and fatted drinks, even eggs, are only edible without meat tossed in for just so long. I couldn't eat more. I am hoping most or all of the meat is... at least good enough. If not, a couple slabs of chuck roast soon.
I will attempt a few more things, then to get to bed earlier. More work tomorrow, and business. Blood sugar is okay. It was 135 fasting, 106 a bit ago. No food yet, but a dose. Three a day, 10 cc's normal, 15 cc's or more with meals, depending on the meal... but trying to keep it at 15 cc's max. Watching what I eat. Later.
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Grass is getting watered. No need to mow. The ducks have put up. I finally got into the drop-in freezer, the big one. The little one isn't in use currently. Ice chipping, inventory taking, and pulling some meat to thaw. So hungry, I just couldn't get to it. Some of it is really old, some of it is fresh. Fresher. I'll know how bad or good it is shortly. Some of what is thawing is the oldest stuff.
I had chicken thighs from mid-winter, February if I had to bet. It is on a fast thaw. I am so terribly hungry. Chia and fatted drinks, even eggs, are only edible without meat tossed in for just so long. I couldn't eat more. I am hoping most or all of the meat is... at least good enough. If not, a couple slabs of chuck roast soon.
I will attempt a few more things, then to get to bed earlier. More work tomorrow, and business. Blood sugar is okay. It was 135 fasting, 106 a bit ago. No food yet, but a dose. Three a day, 10 cc's normal, 15 cc's or more with meals, depending on the meal... but trying to keep it at 15 cc's max. Watching what I eat. Later.
Able to track.
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For the first time in a week give or take I was able to remember bedtime and check and keep the time I woke in my mind, roughly, within an half hour for bedtime, truer on waking. I have been curious about sleep and wakefulness patterns. Going by yesterday and last night, Sleep seems regular. I believe sleep has been similar mostly lately, so between seven and nine hours. It is my awake time that has been stretching.
Knowing is a start to fixing. It is a medicine thing too though, so there isn't a lot I can do, save be patient. But becoming able to track is a good start, even if it can't be used. Awareness is always the beginning. I have gone through years without awareness. Sleeping for weeks, months. It is good to begin knowing.
I'll get the trash barrel in when the ducks go away. A shower and shave first. Set up dishes. A small batch, and start laundry. Actually, I will start laundry right after this. I wash all save whites on cool or cold, so it shouldn't interfere with a shower should I go faster than anticipated. Yes, a start. I am almost sure. Oh, best feed the cats. Getting growly.
I might be able to hit it this week. Later.
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For the first time in a week give or take I was able to remember bedtime and check and keep the time I woke in my mind, roughly, within an half hour for bedtime, truer on waking. I have been curious about sleep and wakefulness patterns. Going by yesterday and last night, Sleep seems regular. I believe sleep has been similar mostly lately, so between seven and nine hours. It is my awake time that has been stretching.
Knowing is a start to fixing. It is a medicine thing too though, so there isn't a lot I can do, save be patient. But becoming able to track is a good start, even if it can't be used. Awareness is always the beginning. I have gone through years without awareness. Sleeping for weeks, months. It is good to begin knowing.
I'll get the trash barrel in when the ducks go away. A shower and shave first. Set up dishes. A small batch, and start laundry. Actually, I will start laundry right after this. I wash all save whites on cool or cold, so it shouldn't interfere with a shower should I go faster than anticipated. Yes, a start. I am almost sure. Oh, best feed the cats. Getting growly.
I might be able to hit it this week. Later.
Trash is out.
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Recycling too. Only one small bag of that, so it didn't go to the curb with the trash, which was stuffed. It's 7:00, and I am just getting to bed. So tired. Took forever, and had to push through. So tired the whole time. Currently I am always exhausted, if I can't always sleep.
Good morning and night.
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Recycling too. Only one small bag of that, so it didn't go to the curb with the trash, which was stuffed. It's 7:00, and I am just getting to bed. So tired. Took forever, and had to push through. So tired the whole time. Currently I am always exhausted, if I can't always sleep.
Good morning and night.
Everything is a bit off.
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Starting medicine has side effects. Doing it in high summer doubles the effects. Going with a lower dose helps. That it is cool helps. Somehow I completely lost track of days and nights. I am not sure if I have slept too much or too little, stayed awake too long or short, and or any combinations of those.
On the good side, if by pushing things once, I have kept up on medicine, of both sorts. Blood sugar is 130 average for the week, with 130s to 150s being common fasting reads. I have made a change. Since consumption is down, I am adding 10 cc doses in there. I am trying to dose three times a day, taking reads several hours after each dose, skipping if it is too low.
I wanted to get to bed hours ago. The thing is I want to get trash and recycling out. The problem with that is my butt seems glued to my seat! I think it will get done, in a bit. Aspirin might help. Headaches go with starting medicine. As does insomnia, extra dysfunction, and foggy thinking. I'll... see about it.
It was 64°, I think, last I checked. I forgot to open up, so it is still 73° in the main, 75°up front. I am in such a pickle I wouldn't know if I was on fire. I just opened it all up, it should cool swiftly. A shower too, tonight. I really enjoy those. I... a bit of music to get going. Later.
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Starting medicine has side effects. Doing it in high summer doubles the effects. Going with a lower dose helps. That it is cool helps. Somehow I completely lost track of days and nights. I am not sure if I have slept too much or too little, stayed awake too long or short, and or any combinations of those.
On the good side, if by pushing things once, I have kept up on medicine, of both sorts. Blood sugar is 130 average for the week, with 130s to 150s being common fasting reads. I have made a change. Since consumption is down, I am adding 10 cc doses in there. I am trying to dose three times a day, taking reads several hours after each dose, skipping if it is too low.
I wanted to get to bed hours ago. The thing is I want to get trash and recycling out. The problem with that is my butt seems glued to my seat! I think it will get done, in a bit. Aspirin might help. Headaches go with starting medicine. As does insomnia, extra dysfunction, and foggy thinking. I'll... see about it.
It was 64°, I think, last I checked. I forgot to open up, so it is still 73° in the main, 75°up front. I am in such a pickle I wouldn't know if I was on fire. I just opened it all up, it should cool swiftly. A shower too, tonight. I really enjoy those. I... a bit of music to get going. Later.
Sunday, August 18, 2019
Somebody knew where to look.
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It almost startles me. Sometimes it takes a day or three, or not.
After clarifying, back to the regularly scheduled programming. The video feed was shut off, again, for a while. Then it went live again. I could see her outline.
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It almost startles me. Sometimes it takes a day or three, or not.
After clarifying, back to the regularly scheduled programming. The video feed was shut off, again, for a while. Then it went live again. I could see her outline.
Saturday, August 17, 2019
Well?
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I think I found the overheating problem, at the least a solution. Tea and water, about a gallon. I wasn't cooling, even as the temperature dropped to 68°. I started drinking, then started cooling. I have been drinking less in the last few days. It caught up with me. I would guess an half gallon a day for the last five to ten days. Eating less as well. I just can't eat or drink.
Crazy, but I lose no weight, nor gain as I increase consumption. Anyway...
I ended up being so cold I zoned. Finally remembered to go on to bed around three. It was about 62° outside, 68° indoors, except upstairs where it was 66°. When I went down, I turned off the better ac. It was 70° this morning up there... the top range, but within, for a perfect sleep. As long as my internal thermostat doesn't set to fry.
Downstairs was 68°/64° main/front, 68° outdoors, at a bit after ten. I just shut the front door, it is 71° but still chill in the main, 68° up front. I have learned to rig the cave for cool, if it has also been a cool summer. We have been verging on fall weather. Apparently Iowa is similar, while Texas is roasting to the point electricity is becoming exorbitant. Still, keeping it at 73° on a 90° plus day takes... some knowledge and effort. If drinking enough fluid has to be remembered. Dry and hot.
I am hoping to shower, shave, mow, shower again, then set up dishes and laundry. No dishes, other than a soak, today. Maybe laundry. I will go through shirts. I ordered, a few months ago, enough shirts to replace the old and worn, plus have replacements in stock. I don't mind old t-shirts, but other old shirts I don't want around. Some make great rags, some just are good for nothing. The final group finally arrived. Odd.
Well, that is the hope. Today is the fourth day back on pill medicine. Slight headaches in the days before and after restarting are diminishing. Usually gone by now, as I wake, if milder today. Aspirin, I do believe. I weary of pain, an occasional break is good if possible. Still, life might be heading back to a better trim. Have a great morning, day.
Oh, right. Can't do this currently, it is on my mind. I have a spare drop in freezer that would work. The thermostatic controllers are only about ~$35. It's the meats and processing area cleanliness which would be a trick. And, with the cheese, it is a lot of work and exactitude. I'm not sure how forgiving it is. Still...
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I think I found the overheating problem, at the least a solution. Tea and water, about a gallon. I wasn't cooling, even as the temperature dropped to 68°. I started drinking, then started cooling. I have been drinking less in the last few days. It caught up with me. I would guess an half gallon a day for the last five to ten days. Eating less as well. I just can't eat or drink.
Crazy, but I lose no weight, nor gain as I increase consumption. Anyway...
I ended up being so cold I zoned. Finally remembered to go on to bed around three. It was about 62° outside, 68° indoors, except upstairs where it was 66°. When I went down, I turned off the better ac. It was 70° this morning up there... the top range, but within, for a perfect sleep. As long as my internal thermostat doesn't set to fry.
Downstairs was 68°/64° main/front, 68° outdoors, at a bit after ten. I just shut the front door, it is 71° but still chill in the main, 68° up front. I have learned to rig the cave for cool, if it has also been a cool summer. We have been verging on fall weather. Apparently Iowa is similar, while Texas is roasting to the point electricity is becoming exorbitant. Still, keeping it at 73° on a 90° plus day takes... some knowledge and effort. If drinking enough fluid has to be remembered. Dry and hot.
I am hoping to shower, shave, mow, shower again, then set up dishes and laundry. No dishes, other than a soak, today. Maybe laundry. I will go through shirts. I ordered, a few months ago, enough shirts to replace the old and worn, plus have replacements in stock. I don't mind old t-shirts, but other old shirts I don't want around. Some make great rags, some just are good for nothing. The final group finally arrived. Odd.
Well, that is the hope. Today is the fourth day back on pill medicine. Slight headaches in the days before and after restarting are diminishing. Usually gone by now, as I wake, if milder today. Aspirin, I do believe. I weary of pain, an occasional break is good if possible. Still, life might be heading back to a better trim. Have a great morning, day.
Oh, right. Can't do this currently, it is on my mind. I have a spare drop in freezer that would work. The thermostatic controllers are only about ~$35. It's the meats and processing area cleanliness which would be a trick. And, with the cheese, it is a lot of work and exactitude. I'm not sure how forgiving it is. Still...
Friday, August 16, 2019
A nap.
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Crashed at about 18:30. No real choice. Had hoped to sleep until morning. Nothing was on, it was 73°... too warm... so one ac and the fan were turned on. Sometimes 73° is fine, not today. I woke right at 21:30. Hot! The temperature read 72°, which is often fine. Not tonight. I turned on the other ac, it just wasn't cutting it.
Up. Out. Simply could not handle the heat. It was too early, when I went to bed, to open the downstairs up. It was 73° in the main, 77° in the front room, but with fans going, it was less... stifling. Well, and I wasn't laying down. Why did 72° feel so warm? Blood sugar!?! Nope, 106 fasting since 13:00. Starting the other meds?
Whatever the case may be, I will chill a bit, then try to get more sleep, and soon. I'd like to keep days, that has been slipping. I saw the opportunity to sleep early and grabbed it. I have some hope to chill everywhere enough to get back to bed at a reasonable time. But I am absolutely burning up! We'll see. Later.
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Crashed at about 18:30. No real choice. Had hoped to sleep until morning. Nothing was on, it was 73°... too warm... so one ac and the fan were turned on. Sometimes 73° is fine, not today. I woke right at 21:30. Hot! The temperature read 72°, which is often fine. Not tonight. I turned on the other ac, it just wasn't cutting it.
Up. Out. Simply could not handle the heat. It was too early, when I went to bed, to open the downstairs up. It was 73° in the main, 77° in the front room, but with fans going, it was less... stifling. Well, and I wasn't laying down. Why did 72° feel so warm? Blood sugar!?! Nope, 106 fasting since 13:00. Starting the other meds?
Whatever the case may be, I will chill a bit, then try to get more sleep, and soon. I'd like to keep days, that has been slipping. I saw the opportunity to sleep early and grabbed it. I have some hope to chill everywhere enough to get back to bed at a reasonable time. But I am absolutely burning up! We'll see. Later.
Clarifications.
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Such bitter hits. Oh, I know shes can and will leave... a bad taste... from time to time. But this was different. And... it wasn't coming from my target. At least one who was a muse, though likely two, who believed they are still on my list. They simply don't understand, when I cut you loose, that is that. No interest? Kewl.
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Such bitter hits. Oh, I know shes can and will leave... a bad taste... from time to time. But this was different. And... it wasn't coming from my target. At least one who was a muse, though likely two, who believed they are still on my list. They simply don't understand, when I cut you loose, that is that. No interest? Kewl.
Thursday, August 15, 2019
Rather shot.
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It was 68° outside, 68° and 65° main and front, 66° upstairs, when I woke. Only had one ac running, the good one. It must have really cooled through the night, in the early morning, because it was only down to 68°last I checked within an half hour either side of ten. All good. But the cool keeps surprising me.
Even with the cool, it is still high summer. Too much sun. I could only imagine equatorial living. That and polar living provide the bookends of extremes. I vastly prefer the middle. At least spring and fall offer some time to function. For me, the other seasons are merely survival. Even as pleasant as it has been. All that sun...
Hopefully being back on meds will help. One day, half the usual dose, no troubles yet. I had thought to go up to five water pills, flurosimide at 40 mg per. Decided to try just three, for a few days. Surprised again. It looks like three was quite enough. I am already nearly back to trim, contemplating cutting back to two. Can't seem to cut it altogether, or even to one. So, I actually doubt the fraction ejection number. My heart is still back dumping blood into my lungs. I am down to a gallon a day, as diabetes is mostly controlled.
Blood sugar is 152 fasting. I just can't seem to eat enough to dose enough to get lower fasting numbers. And, from experience, that is what it takes. As well, hitting the right amount of insulin. Too much won't lower, might raise, the reading. Too little won't change it enough. I really need to eat and dose two to three times a day, within six to ten hours. Intermittent helps sometimes, not others. It does help to track eating, so grazing all day is less likely. I just can't eat right in high summer.
Best let the ducks out. No watering of anything for several days. I can go look over the lawn, just to get bits of sun and check the grass out. If I am going to bother growing it, I ought to go out and enjoy it. Crazy, but it feels like fall is happening. The leaves aren't changing, at least there is that. Later.
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Looking over what shows as having been read, someone hit on a music video which fits the mood or sensation of what I described as surviving high summer. Even pain is muted. As mentioned, if you have seen the other side, even if you don't know fully, you do know. Faith is for the blind, the hopefully, and too often for the damned. Whoever does that, does it far too often to be coincidence, whether intended or not. ... I think they have the bug.
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It was 68° outside, 68° and 65° main and front, 66° upstairs, when I woke. Only had one ac running, the good one. It must have really cooled through the night, in the early morning, because it was only down to 68°last I checked within an half hour either side of ten. All good. But the cool keeps surprising me.
Even with the cool, it is still high summer. Too much sun. I could only imagine equatorial living. That and polar living provide the bookends of extremes. I vastly prefer the middle. At least spring and fall offer some time to function. For me, the other seasons are merely survival. Even as pleasant as it has been. All that sun...
Hopefully being back on meds will help. One day, half the usual dose, no troubles yet. I had thought to go up to five water pills, flurosimide at 40 mg per. Decided to try just three, for a few days. Surprised again. It looks like three was quite enough. I am already nearly back to trim, contemplating cutting back to two. Can't seem to cut it altogether, or even to one. So, I actually doubt the fraction ejection number. My heart is still back dumping blood into my lungs. I am down to a gallon a day, as diabetes is mostly controlled.
Blood sugar is 152 fasting. I just can't seem to eat enough to dose enough to get lower fasting numbers. And, from experience, that is what it takes. As well, hitting the right amount of insulin. Too much won't lower, might raise, the reading. Too little won't change it enough. I really need to eat and dose two to three times a day, within six to ten hours. Intermittent helps sometimes, not others. It does help to track eating, so grazing all day is less likely. I just can't eat right in high summer.
Best let the ducks out. No watering of anything for several days. I can go look over the lawn, just to get bits of sun and check the grass out. If I am going to bother growing it, I ought to go out and enjoy it. Crazy, but it feels like fall is happening. The leaves aren't changing, at least there is that. Later.
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Looking over what shows as having been read, someone hit on a music video which fits the mood or sensation of what I described as surviving high summer. Even pain is muted. As mentioned, if you have seen the other side, even if you don't know fully, you do know. Faith is for the blind, the hopefully, and too often for the damned. Whoever does that, does it far too often to be coincidence, whether intended or not. ... I think they have the bug.
Wednesday, August 14, 2019
Almost certain.
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Actually, watering took longer than anticipated. It just did, for good and wrong reasons. The ducks enjoyed the heck out of it. Next month I am hoping to purchase more of the sprinkler that works so well. One just as a backup, can only really use two on full blast. Then again, often the areas being watered don't need, actually prohibit, full water pressure. It would sure help get everything watered quickly, if I remember to set the timer. Bleh.
One product obtained this month was a very good, keto friendly, sardine in marinara. I don't, generally, prefer that. If most is little more than overcooked fish mush in catchup. I enjoyed this brand in evo oil, a great deal. And variety helps me eat. It is excellent. Next month, or the month after, lemon. Oh, and while Sam and Sassy refuse the regular sardines, Sam cleaned the container with the marinara absolutely spotless. Very strange, but so be it. I will be sure to leave her a bit.
Which reminds me... A dream, the other day, of every time a woman kin, lover, or even friend as such a notion goes, wanted a bite of something I was eating. Often I refused to the point of bitterness. Something about girl cooties? I shared with (some, certain) pals. If that was clearly quid pro quo, unless they were running on empty. And I trusted them to be clean, not queer, and stuff.
Every event? A lot of them. Oh, I know. A woman begging food is, for them, a solid. It means they think of you as I thought of my chums. I... regret my reactions. I would share, if on a quid pro quo basis as well. Only I would choose when to beg. Chocolate! I don't know why I dreamed that, I just know I want that to be different now.
Oh, and old music surfaced. I am almost certain why. As with the want to share where I didn't before, I will share these.
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Actually, watering took longer than anticipated. It just did, for good and wrong reasons. The ducks enjoyed the heck out of it. Next month I am hoping to purchase more of the sprinkler that works so well. One just as a backup, can only really use two on full blast. Then again, often the areas being watered don't need, actually prohibit, full water pressure. It would sure help get everything watered quickly, if I remember to set the timer. Bleh.
One product obtained this month was a very good, keto friendly, sardine in marinara. I don't, generally, prefer that. If most is little more than overcooked fish mush in catchup. I enjoyed this brand in evo oil, a great deal. And variety helps me eat. It is excellent. Next month, or the month after, lemon. Oh, and while Sam and Sassy refuse the regular sardines, Sam cleaned the container with the marinara absolutely spotless. Very strange, but so be it. I will be sure to leave her a bit.
Which reminds me... A dream, the other day, of every time a woman kin, lover, or even friend as such a notion goes, wanted a bite of something I was eating. Often I refused to the point of bitterness. Something about girl cooties? I shared with (some, certain) pals. If that was clearly quid pro quo, unless they were running on empty. And I trusted them to be clean, not queer, and stuff.
Every event? A lot of them. Oh, I know. A woman begging food is, for them, a solid. It means they think of you as I thought of my chums. I... regret my reactions. I would share, if on a quid pro quo basis as well. Only I would choose when to beg. Chocolate! I don't know why I dreamed that, I just know I want that to be different now.
Oh, and old music surfaced. I am almost certain why. As with the want to share where I didn't before, I will share these.
Deep fried eggs?
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Yes indeed. It will take a bit of practice. As is the yolks were more done than I prefer, but not truly overdone. One of the eggs was a darker brown, the rest were lighter, all were still tasty. I prefer the lighter colored ones. Practice is needed. Learning the right oil temp, knowing how many eggs to fix at a time... two in my skillet, at first, perhaps another after those are going and cleanly separated, learning how best to flip, it the nest egg dipper seems to have been a great initial choice, then learning when to flip... based on coloration.
It really was very good. I didn't add salsa. I will leave the lard in, just reuse until it smells funny. My cleaning and seasoning of the cast worked very well, by the way. It has sat, neglected and alone, since, but was happy to be put back on the line. And will enjoy the tallow soak. I may keep working with this and the frittatas until a mortal form of perfection is achieved. Then, perhaps, back to souffles and maybe deviled eggs, plus the various pickling recipes.
If God sees one to abundance, it is wise to use that bounty. God covers this so well and often, from the gift of talents... adding to those who produce while stripping the little given to the one who hid what had been offered, to one of the first commands of going forth, multiplying, and prospering, to... everywhere you read, God tells us to make hay while the making is good... or even bad. So, I'm making with what I have, as able.
It is up to 86° outside, 73° in the main and front rooms... with a fan in the back and front rooms going, and 70° upstairs... with nothing going. Humidity is 34% upstairs, 43% downstairs. The side yard is being lightly watered. After this last strip, a small patch using a circular setting will be done. I'm working on it, getting there too.
Later.
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Yes indeed. It will take a bit of practice. As is the yolks were more done than I prefer, but not truly overdone. One of the eggs was a darker brown, the rest were lighter, all were still tasty. I prefer the lighter colored ones. Practice is needed. Learning the right oil temp, knowing how many eggs to fix at a time... two in my skillet, at first, perhaps another after those are going and cleanly separated, learning how best to flip, it the nest egg dipper seems to have been a great initial choice, then learning when to flip... based on coloration.
It really was very good. I didn't add salsa. I will leave the lard in, just reuse until it smells funny. My cleaning and seasoning of the cast worked very well, by the way. It has sat, neglected and alone, since, but was happy to be put back on the line. And will enjoy the tallow soak. I may keep working with this and the frittatas until a mortal form of perfection is achieved. Then, perhaps, back to souffles and maybe deviled eggs, plus the various pickling recipes.
If God sees one to abundance, it is wise to use that bounty. God covers this so well and often, from the gift of talents... adding to those who produce while stripping the little given to the one who hid what had been offered, to one of the first commands of going forth, multiplying, and prospering, to... everywhere you read, God tells us to make hay while the making is good... or even bad. So, I'm making with what I have, as able.
It is up to 86° outside, 73° in the main and front rooms... with a fan in the back and front rooms going, and 70° upstairs... with nothing going. Humidity is 34% upstairs, 43% downstairs. The side yard is being lightly watered. After this last strip, a small patch using a circular setting will be done. I'm working on it, getting there too.
Later.
Pushing it lately.
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Sure, I ended, technically, with nine hours of sleep. But it was still a bit warm when I went in, at least my body fussed. And there were the speedbumps from the alarm cock and snoozes. I had some hope to wake to them. That parachute was full of holes. The heat through the day, while not severe, was enough to take me down a few notches. And several days recently sleep was restricted. It all just became bundled and attacked. With meds being restarted today, there is more fear of even worse.
It was down to 66° upstairs, and in my main and front room. Outside, as I let the ducks out, it read 62° outside. All those at about 8:30. I turned one ac off. I think, for now, I'll keep one ac running up there, so as to nap around noon. One will keep it at 66° to 69°, the other will, at best, keep it 70°. I will never buy a "smart" device again. Idiot engineering doesn't help when it becomes a manacle.
There is some hope for work and grooming today. Same plans as before. I will boil and peel a gob of eggs, pickling a dozen. Those won't be ready for a couple of weeks. I don't have enough apple cider vinegar for a batch, though perhaps half that, half white? It may be too potent on it's own anyway. I will eventually try various recipes using everything from all of each to a quarter of each vinegar. It won't be science but, the subjective, mutable, can't be science (another wall against science uber alles), and tastes don't need science. I may end up, having various tastes for various particular hungers, through the trials. Strange how tastes change with time.
At 162 blood sugar is up. I haven't figured how to beat it. Regularity of consumption and dosing is best. But I have almost zero capacity for that. It isn't just eating regularly, but sleeping regularly. I get a regular schedule a few weeks, maybe months, at a time. Then it all begins to tumble. It's even more difficult to try to eat regularly. Sometimes I have no hunger, sometimes no dishes pots or pans, sometimes my body won't digest the food. Those on top of the rolling schedule make regulaity impossible. I've been trying for the last year.
Oh well. I am alive. They say I am improving. I think, finally, for my part, I know better. The meds might be making it all look good, like enough grease in worn and broken cogs might allow the perception that it works and well. Truth is, there is almost no there, there. I'll keep at it anyway.
I looked around the lawn today. It is looking quite good. Grass is really shaping up, spreading out, filling in. This is definitely the best year for the lawn. More seeding this fall, in the sparser areas. A lawn becomes an addiction. Especially if getting out into the out of doors isn't happening as wished. It's my own little patch of green. Free of orcs and other dangers, just requiring a bit of care. Later.
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Sure, I ended, technically, with nine hours of sleep. But it was still a bit warm when I went in, at least my body fussed. And there were the speedbumps from the alarm cock and snoozes. I had some hope to wake to them. That parachute was full of holes. The heat through the day, while not severe, was enough to take me down a few notches. And several days recently sleep was restricted. It all just became bundled and attacked. With meds being restarted today, there is more fear of even worse.
It was down to 66° upstairs, and in my main and front room. Outside, as I let the ducks out, it read 62° outside. All those at about 8:30. I turned one ac off. I think, for now, I'll keep one ac running up there, so as to nap around noon. One will keep it at 66° to 69°, the other will, at best, keep it 70°. I will never buy a "smart" device again. Idiot engineering doesn't help when it becomes a manacle.
There is some hope for work and grooming today. Same plans as before. I will boil and peel a gob of eggs, pickling a dozen. Those won't be ready for a couple of weeks. I don't have enough apple cider vinegar for a batch, though perhaps half that, half white? It may be too potent on it's own anyway. I will eventually try various recipes using everything from all of each to a quarter of each vinegar. It won't be science but, the subjective, mutable, can't be science (another wall against science uber alles), and tastes don't need science. I may end up, having various tastes for various particular hungers, through the trials. Strange how tastes change with time.
At 162 blood sugar is up. I haven't figured how to beat it. Regularity of consumption and dosing is best. But I have almost zero capacity for that. It isn't just eating regularly, but sleeping regularly. I get a regular schedule a few weeks, maybe months, at a time. Then it all begins to tumble. It's even more difficult to try to eat regularly. Sometimes I have no hunger, sometimes no dishes pots or pans, sometimes my body won't digest the food. Those on top of the rolling schedule make regulaity impossible. I've been trying for the last year.
Oh well. I am alive. They say I am improving. I think, finally, for my part, I know better. The meds might be making it all look good, like enough grease in worn and broken cogs might allow the perception that it works and well. Truth is, there is almost no there, there. I'll keep at it anyway.
I looked around the lawn today. It is looking quite good. Grass is really shaping up, spreading out, filling in. This is definitely the best year for the lawn. More seeding this fall, in the sparser areas. A lawn becomes an addiction. Especially if getting out into the out of doors isn't happening as wished. It's my own little patch of green. Free of orcs and other dangers, just requiring a bit of care. Later.
Tuesday, August 13, 2019
Definitely closing in on bedtime.
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Watering started at 19:30, or so. I could have started earlier, I just wouldn't have thought so. The front lawn is getting another drink, after the cut it looked to be in need... even on the highest setting. Part of the strip out back is getting it too. Another hour and I will go on to bed. Tomorrow I might hit the area that is being shortshifted tonight, and the dry side area again. Then two or three days off.
I did try the frittata. Having baked bacon I used the fat from that, some of it. As well, I cut several pieces of bacon into strips across the width and tossed that in. I whipped a lot of air in, so it was much thicker and fluffier. With salsa and milk, it was quite good. Boiled eggs tomorrow, a dozen to be pickled.
Meds were set up, finally. My doc sent the wrong scripts, but I can make do. I just need to call the V.A. tomorrow, first thing. Well, and I will start on a lower dose. Not a bad thing, my body has become cranky. Flooding it with meds would hurt. Too late to take meds, but I took a few furosimide, the water pill. My feet are sore, swollen.
Blood sugars have improved, staying around 120 to 125 mostly. A few dips up and down, either way, but averaging each other out and with no more than a fifteen point slide. It isn't really treatable when it remains so low and stable. If I could get fasting blood sugar to 100 I would feet a lot better.
It is 62° outside, was at 21:30. Upstairs was 75° just now, forty five minutes later. The main got to 74°, the front to 76°, but in that forty five minutes, after opening up, each has dropped a degree. Oh, I turned on both ac's upstairs. If it is less than 73° when I go up to bed, I will turn them both off as they were. A very strange year, but a good one.
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Watering started at 19:30, or so. I could have started earlier, I just wouldn't have thought so. The front lawn is getting another drink, after the cut it looked to be in need... even on the highest setting. Part of the strip out back is getting it too. Another hour and I will go on to bed. Tomorrow I might hit the area that is being shortshifted tonight, and the dry side area again. Then two or three days off.
I did try the frittata. Having baked bacon I used the fat from that, some of it. As well, I cut several pieces of bacon into strips across the width and tossed that in. I whipped a lot of air in, so it was much thicker and fluffier. With salsa and milk, it was quite good. Boiled eggs tomorrow, a dozen to be pickled.
Meds were set up, finally. My doc sent the wrong scripts, but I can make do. I just need to call the V.A. tomorrow, first thing. Well, and I will start on a lower dose. Not a bad thing, my body has become cranky. Flooding it with meds would hurt. Too late to take meds, but I took a few furosimide, the water pill. My feet are sore, swollen.
Blood sugars have improved, staying around 120 to 125 mostly. A few dips up and down, either way, but averaging each other out and with no more than a fifteen point slide. It isn't really treatable when it remains so low and stable. If I could get fasting blood sugar to 100 I would feet a lot better.
It is 62° outside, was at 21:30. Upstairs was 75° just now, forty five minutes later. The main got to 74°, the front to 76°, but in that forty five minutes, after opening up, each has dropped a degree. Oh, I turned on both ac's upstairs. If it is less than 73° when I go up to bed, I will turn them both off as they were. A very strange year, but a good one.
Very little sleep.
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It was about 4:00 when I had finished watering and could settle in for the night. Perhaps as much as an half hour later? Outside temperature had dropped to 47° by then, almost... no, it was a... shock to my mind. The previous and continuous 55° lows were already... surprising. But this?
It just took longer than anticipated. Some areas couldn't be watered without doing it in strips. Everything planned was watered, but I found an area which will need two strips watered tonight, unless, maybe, a half circle or square will work. Still, pleased with the work. And got a shower in.
Today? A shave would be good. Perhaps work in the bathroom, cleaning, trash out, another shower and shave, meds set up, then dishes and laundry started? We will see. Blood sugar was weird. Two hours after my last meal, it was 120. Two to three later it was 89 then similar after that it was 102 both latter also fasting. This morning it is 133 fasting. I don't get it. It is about as low as fasting blood sugar has gotten, so I will take it.
I woke because it started to seem hot. I had neither ac on, just a fan, and the sun had been up two hours or more by a quarter to nine. I grabbed a few things and headed down, but remembered to check the temperature if I had to backtrack a few paces. Imagine my surprise to see it was still only 72° up there! I buttoned up the cave, fearing I wouldn't be up in time to close things this morning. It was 71° main, 68° front, even so. Not bad. At 9:30 it is 65° outside, but that sun feels warmer than it has.
Now to wake. Have a bite. Then see what can be done. I am definitely going to start watering earlier tonight. Ugh, I have hangover symptoms just from stretching waking time like that. Good morning and day.
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It was about 4:00 when I had finished watering and could settle in for the night. Perhaps as much as an half hour later? Outside temperature had dropped to 47° by then, almost... no, it was a... shock to my mind. The previous and continuous 55° lows were already... surprising. But this?
It just took longer than anticipated. Some areas couldn't be watered without doing it in strips. Everything planned was watered, but I found an area which will need two strips watered tonight, unless, maybe, a half circle or square will work. Still, pleased with the work. And got a shower in.
Today? A shave would be good. Perhaps work in the bathroom, cleaning, trash out, another shower and shave, meds set up, then dishes and laundry started? We will see. Blood sugar was weird. Two hours after my last meal, it was 120. Two to three later it was 89 then similar after that it was 102 both latter also fasting. This morning it is 133 fasting. I don't get it. It is about as low as fasting blood sugar has gotten, so I will take it.
I woke because it started to seem hot. I had neither ac on, just a fan, and the sun had been up two hours or more by a quarter to nine. I grabbed a few things and headed down, but remembered to check the temperature if I had to backtrack a few paces. Imagine my surprise to see it was still only 72° up there! I buttoned up the cave, fearing I wouldn't be up in time to close things this morning. It was 71° main, 68° front, even so. Not bad. At 9:30 it is 65° outside, but that sun feels warmer than it has.
Now to wake. Have a bite. Then see what can be done. I am definitely going to start watering earlier tonight. Ugh, I have hangover symptoms just from stretching waking time like that. Good morning and day.
Monday, August 12, 2019
Late.
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Watering the lawn. Just a few patches, but to water well takes time. After this spot, I can water the last two spots at once. Another hour. Started late. Lost track. Drifting in my mind. I can't even enjoy shows (I like) or games when I am like this. I just drift between... here and there.
It isn't the heat. It only got to 73° in here, perhaps 84° to 86° Outside. If anything I might have been too cold. Crazy. Blood sugar has been higher. I am doing my best, it just isn't cooperating. Not even in the 180's, but 130's to 150's persistently, consistently. Correct eating, limited consumption, and reasonable dosing isn't changing the numbers. Not horrible, it just should be lower.
Other than the ducks and girls, and watering, nothing else. Frustrating. I remember dying. In ways it was like that. Instead of life slipping my powerful but become impotent grasp, will, it is time. Oh, make that two more areas to finish watering, an area was overlooked. All good, it needed it, and it is only every few days.
Perhaps that shower, and setting up medicine? Ugh. Focus. Lacking. Best turn on ac. I hope it isn't too hot up there. - Wow. It is only 73° up there. I decided not to turn either ac on. I may open a few windows, and keep the fan going. It really is cooling here. Oh, it is already down to 55° outside. Then, it is nearly midnight.
Later, or more probably good night.
For your viewing pleasure. If... I told you so.
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Watering the lawn. Just a few patches, but to water well takes time. After this spot, I can water the last two spots at once. Another hour. Started late. Lost track. Drifting in my mind. I can't even enjoy shows (I like) or games when I am like this. I just drift between... here and there.
It isn't the heat. It only got to 73° in here, perhaps 84° to 86° Outside. If anything I might have been too cold. Crazy. Blood sugar has been higher. I am doing my best, it just isn't cooperating. Not even in the 180's, but 130's to 150's persistently, consistently. Correct eating, limited consumption, and reasonable dosing isn't changing the numbers. Not horrible, it just should be lower.
Other than the ducks and girls, and watering, nothing else. Frustrating. I remember dying. In ways it was like that. Instead of life slipping my powerful but become impotent grasp, will, it is time. Oh, make that two more areas to finish watering, an area was overlooked. All good, it needed it, and it is only every few days.
Perhaps that shower, and setting up medicine? Ugh. Focus. Lacking. Best turn on ac. I hope it isn't too hot up there. - Wow. It is only 73° up there. I decided not to turn either ac on. I may open a few windows, and keep the fan going. It really is cooling here. Oh, it is already down to 55° outside. Then, it is nearly midnight.
Later, or more probably good night.
For your viewing pleasure. If... I told you so.
So much for mowing.
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Not a complaint. The neighbor's son took care of it. I tried to talk him out of it. Failing that, I ensured the deck was up. And, looking over the seeded areas, honestly they didn't need avoided. Fantastic. I am hoping to weed whip instead. If I can get to it. I should also set up for watering tonight as well. The back and side yard are being watered along with the hay grass. Just the front and a few small areas in the back and side yard.
At noonthirty it is only 75° out there, 71° In the main, 68° up front. Two fans are going is all. Three, if the upstairs fan is included. Both air conditioners are off though, for the first time since installing them, neither is running. It will get warm up there, but with both running an hour before bedtime it will be 66° when I go to bed.
Oh, right, a shower first, and shave. And something to eat before that... a tuna melt? Later.
Oh, electronic fantasies. Every man, real men, like to dig in, get dirty, play hard, and make things work. Some don't for fear. I am not for costs. I can dream.
Oh, why solar? For a travel rig, so as to go somewhere, anywhere, when it is too hot or cold. Better to be out doing something than stuck in a near coma. Plus, having a home to return to, and live normally most of the time. Thing is, the solar would go, or stay, with me. I would have a place on the house and conversion to set it up. Never wasted.
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Not a complaint. The neighbor's son took care of it. I tried to talk him out of it. Failing that, I ensured the deck was up. And, looking over the seeded areas, honestly they didn't need avoided. Fantastic. I am hoping to weed whip instead. If I can get to it. I should also set up for watering tonight as well. The back and side yard are being watered along with the hay grass. Just the front and a few small areas in the back and side yard.
At noonthirty it is only 75° out there, 71° In the main, 68° up front. Two fans are going is all. Three, if the upstairs fan is included. Both air conditioners are off though, for the first time since installing them, neither is running. It will get warm up there, but with both running an hour before bedtime it will be 66° when I go to bed.
Oh, right, a shower first, and shave. And something to eat before that... a tuna melt? Later.
Oh, electronic fantasies. Every man, real men, like to dig in, get dirty, play hard, and make things work. Some don't for fear. I am not for costs. I can dream.
Oh, why solar? For a travel rig, so as to go somewhere, anywhere, when it is too hot or cold. Better to be out doing something than stuck in a near coma. Plus, having a home to return to, and live normally most of the time. Thing is, the solar would go, or stay, with me. I would have a place on the house and conversion to set it up. Never wasted.
A new week.
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I forgot to get trash out. I'll get that out later. Not much to it, haven't been cooking or much else. A single bigger bag, maybe a smaller secondary bag. I saw the truck drive by as the ducks were let out. Rather earlier than usual, but it cycles that way. Mowing today as well. A visitor stopped by for a bit, then intent was lost, yesterday.
Sleep was good. The weaker ac will only keep it to 70°, no matter what settings are programmed in. People wonder why "green" anything isn't trusted. While 70° is fine, or was, there are times when I prefer it cooler. Why put settings on it if they don't work. The other ac, 1k btu rating weaker, would have had it 66° up there.
It was 55° outside this morning, 68° main and 64° In front. I am getting used to the cooler weather. I acclimate down much easier than acclimating up. Down is only a bother if it falls between longer hot spells or comes with cloudy days. The dark will crash my systems the hardest.
All out of boiled eggs. Those make for excellent summer food. Cool, fast, simple, with just a bit of front work. I'll get another batch through today. I ought to do sprouts as well. Good cheap greens with solid real vitamin C, goes well with boiled eggs, and takes very little effort. I am still limping by financially. Another hard hit next month and all should be well.
A shower and shave shortly. Then to mowing. Perhaps resetting and ordering meds between those. Closer. Hmm, won't be starting full dose... A little more than half, for the first week. Ugh, it's been a while. Good morning and day. Now get to it, burning daylight like we have it.
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I forgot to get trash out. I'll get that out later. Not much to it, haven't been cooking or much else. A single bigger bag, maybe a smaller secondary bag. I saw the truck drive by as the ducks were let out. Rather earlier than usual, but it cycles that way. Mowing today as well. A visitor stopped by for a bit, then intent was lost, yesterday.
Sleep was good. The weaker ac will only keep it to 70°, no matter what settings are programmed in. People wonder why "green" anything isn't trusted. While 70° is fine, or was, there are times when I prefer it cooler. Why put settings on it if they don't work. The other ac, 1k btu rating weaker, would have had it 66° up there.
It was 55° outside this morning, 68° main and 64° In front. I am getting used to the cooler weather. I acclimate down much easier than acclimating up. Down is only a bother if it falls between longer hot spells or comes with cloudy days. The dark will crash my systems the hardest.
All out of boiled eggs. Those make for excellent summer food. Cool, fast, simple, with just a bit of front work. I'll get another batch through today. I ought to do sprouts as well. Good cheap greens with solid real vitamin C, goes well with boiled eggs, and takes very little effort. I am still limping by financially. Another hard hit next month and all should be well.
A shower and shave shortly. Then to mowing. Perhaps resetting and ordering meds between those. Closer. Hmm, won't be starting full dose... A little more than half, for the first week. Ugh, it's been a while. Good morning and day. Now get to it, burning daylight like we have it.
Sunday, August 11, 2019
Breaking the grip of summer?
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Lots of sleep, and rest, the last few days. Could not get to much, but have been able to eat a bit better. The temps in the cave are staying very good. I see 74° as the high, but only for the last hour before opening up for the night, as outside temps are lower or very close to that. Upstairs has been 66° or 70°, depending on which ac is used, only one is needed at a time. I may try putting them on fan mode tonight, opening windows as well. It's a bit of a chore and pain, but might prove cheap enough for the bother. It was 55°ish the last three nights.
It was a wonderful 66° downstairs, first thing. In shorts and a t, it was fantastic. Yesterday I went down at 19:19, couldn't stir until 4:30 or so. Somehow I was up until 23:00 or 0:00? I set the alarms at 6:00 and 7:30, ending waking at 7:27... I love beating the alarm. One out of two is better than zero for two.
Breakfast is soaking and brewing. I finally bought the gooder chia. That makes a vastly better porridge. It soaks up a full cup of hot tea, and still needs cream cut with milk to be edible. The other couldn't fully use a half cup and was watery even then. Yeah, it costs more, but it lasts two to three months, every other to third day, for $10. Cheaper in all ways isn't worth the hassle. That and a fatted coffee and a minor insulin hit, at 155 blood sugar, 10 cc's.
I didn't mow yesterday. Lost track. I know it is Sunday, but the grass needs watered. Mowing, perhaps weed whipping. Got to do it. As mentioned, it will be on the highest deck setting, and not over the recovering areas. It really shouldn't take too long. I am waiting for early afternoon, so as to reduce any potential offense it might offer. I may fail, but I put some effort into attempting civility.
Later.
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Lots of sleep, and rest, the last few days. Could not get to much, but have been able to eat a bit better. The temps in the cave are staying very good. I see 74° as the high, but only for the last hour before opening up for the night, as outside temps are lower or very close to that. Upstairs has been 66° or 70°, depending on which ac is used, only one is needed at a time. I may try putting them on fan mode tonight, opening windows as well. It's a bit of a chore and pain, but might prove cheap enough for the bother. It was 55°ish the last three nights.
It was a wonderful 66° downstairs, first thing. In shorts and a t, it was fantastic. Yesterday I went down at 19:19, couldn't stir until 4:30 or so. Somehow I was up until 23:00 or 0:00? I set the alarms at 6:00 and 7:30, ending waking at 7:27... I love beating the alarm. One out of two is better than zero for two.
Breakfast is soaking and brewing. I finally bought the gooder chia. That makes a vastly better porridge. It soaks up a full cup of hot tea, and still needs cream cut with milk to be edible. The other couldn't fully use a half cup and was watery even then. Yeah, it costs more, but it lasts two to three months, every other to third day, for $10. Cheaper in all ways isn't worth the hassle. That and a fatted coffee and a minor insulin hit, at 155 blood sugar, 10 cc's.
I didn't mow yesterday. Lost track. I know it is Sunday, but the grass needs watered. Mowing, perhaps weed whipping. Got to do it. As mentioned, it will be on the highest deck setting, and not over the recovering areas. It really shouldn't take too long. I am waiting for early afternoon, so as to reduce any potential offense it might offer. I may fail, but I put some effort into attempting civility.
Later.
Friday, August 9, 2019
Not much.
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The one that worried me the most was handled. The bill. I didn't have to speak to anyone. I... paid what I could. A massive load off my mind. Then I used some of the burger to make patties, which grilled well, if slightly overdone. A bit of mayo and mustard, keto pitas for two, and it was good.
It is only 82°, that seems to be the high. A bit too warm for play or work. Mowing would be fine, if I could. Never did nap. Part of the problem. I just, sort of, got stuck. It remains only 73° in the main, but is to 75° up front. Truly interesting. It isn't to hot, in here, so what is the problem?
It isn't blood sugar. It was 170 fasting. The curr! After a fatted tea, boiled eggs, and a dose, it dropped to 129. I decided to leave it, but have more to eat, a fatted coffee and... something. It dropped more, to 95. Very strange. Average is 132 for the week. I don't think I have normal diabetes. But I seem to have gained some notion of how to treat it, when to do so... when to leave it alone. So it wasn't diabetes. But I am not back on the other meds yet.
I don't think it is any of that. My body knows how to survive. If it has problems... probably heat and excess light, it shuts down, move slow, conserves. I don't have much control. After my will betrayed my body right to, into actually, death, it has taken majority and can overrule my will. Does. That, I think, is the case. Can't see it directly, as a black hole, but learn to read events via other methods.
I will put the ducks up and crash. I would like to stay up to open the cave. Can't. Perhaps I will wake later, just enough to do that later. Doubtful. Though I should be awake early. Good afternoon and night.
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The one that worried me the most was handled. The bill. I didn't have to speak to anyone. I... paid what I could. A massive load off my mind. Then I used some of the burger to make patties, which grilled well, if slightly overdone. A bit of mayo and mustard, keto pitas for two, and it was good.
It is only 82°, that seems to be the high. A bit too warm for play or work. Mowing would be fine, if I could. Never did nap. Part of the problem. I just, sort of, got stuck. It remains only 73° in the main, but is to 75° up front. Truly interesting. It isn't to hot, in here, so what is the problem?
It isn't blood sugar. It was 170 fasting. The curr! After a fatted tea, boiled eggs, and a dose, it dropped to 129. I decided to leave it, but have more to eat, a fatted coffee and... something. It dropped more, to 95. Very strange. Average is 132 for the week. I don't think I have normal diabetes. But I seem to have gained some notion of how to treat it, when to do so... when to leave it alone. So it wasn't diabetes. But I am not back on the other meds yet.
I don't think it is any of that. My body knows how to survive. If it has problems... probably heat and excess light, it shuts down, move slow, conserves. I don't have much control. After my will betrayed my body right to, into actually, death, it has taken majority and can overrule my will. Does. That, I think, is the case. Can't see it directly, as a black hole, but learn to read events via other methods.
I will put the ducks up and crash. I would like to stay up to open the cave. Can't. Perhaps I will wake later, just enough to do that later. Doubtful. Though I should be awake early. Good afternoon and night.
A bit.
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Raking is finished. It was more work than I remembered. With the grass longer, getting the rake through with the twigs was a trick, requiring a bit of effort and thought. Thankfully it was a smaller area. Relocating the pile of twigs from raking the front yard went with it.
Hoses were also set aside, so mowing will be a straight shot. The hope is to mow yet today so as to be able to water tonight. I won't water until after mowing. I will be mowing only on the highest setting, and only in some areas. Anywhere seeded, but still sparse, will be allowed another three days to week, maybe more.
I checked the temp outside, 80° at 13:00, as I started this post. It is 73° main, 71° front... a very unusual set of readings. Full sun today, so... The front area should be higher, by three to ten degrees. I'll take it, gladly. It just doesn't make sense. I am curious about upstairs. Only one ac is running. I'll know shortly, nap time.
I will set alarms. I really want to be up to mow and water. I will make a few calls first, medicine and a bill. Those will ease my mind. I don't want to deal with the bill, but no choice. I am almost through the worst parts of my stresses. Those calls will free me up. The cooler days are helping as well. Almost finished. Oh, now to put things on automatic pay. Ugh.
Good afternoon and day.
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Raking is finished. It was more work than I remembered. With the grass longer, getting the rake through with the twigs was a trick, requiring a bit of effort and thought. Thankfully it was a smaller area. Relocating the pile of twigs from raking the front yard went with it.
Hoses were also set aside, so mowing will be a straight shot. The hope is to mow yet today so as to be able to water tonight. I won't water until after mowing. I will be mowing only on the highest setting, and only in some areas. Anywhere seeded, but still sparse, will be allowed another three days to week, maybe more.
I checked the temp outside, 80° at 13:00, as I started this post. It is 73° main, 71° front... a very unusual set of readings. Full sun today, so... The front area should be higher, by three to ten degrees. I'll take it, gladly. It just doesn't make sense. I am curious about upstairs. Only one ac is running. I'll know shortly, nap time.
I will set alarms. I really want to be up to mow and water. I will make a few calls first, medicine and a bill. Those will ease my mind. I don't want to deal with the bill, but no choice. I am almost through the worst parts of my stresses. Those calls will free me up. The cooler days are helping as well. Almost finished. Oh, now to put things on automatic pay. Ugh.
Good afternoon and day.
Who doesn't want delicate troubles?
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Some pops that helped order a few thoughts concerning... them.
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Some pops that helped order a few thoughts concerning... them.
Almost ready?
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For what? Almost ready to be almost ready to go and do. With everything closed, the main has creeped up to 71°, front still 67°. With the sun up, at 8:00, it was still 58° out there. The ducks are out, getting their pool filled, enjoying the relative cool. I would guess the heat is there true bane. They didn't mind winter at all.
Part of my difficulties of late is money troubles. I am working on things. The trouble is figuring how to decide who doesn't get paid when there simply isn't enough. Pride takes a ding. I... have figured it out. One more call, the only bill that won't be cleared this month. Ugh. But... that means all other bills will be covered, and that this bill will be paid in full, definitely, next month. Stressful.
I need to set up medicine. Then do more work. Though a nap may be required first, before I get too tired, so sleep too long. I would like to rake first, so I can mow later. Just the larger side yard really needs it, raking that is. It is cool enough to rake. Mowing isn't a hot job, even if it happens to be hot outside, up to a point. Riding lawnmowers ftw.
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For what? Almost ready to be almost ready to go and do. With everything closed, the main has creeped up to 71°, front still 67°. With the sun up, at 8:00, it was still 58° out there. The ducks are out, getting their pool filled, enjoying the relative cool. I would guess the heat is there true bane. They didn't mind winter at all.
Part of my difficulties of late is money troubles. I am working on things. The trouble is figuring how to decide who doesn't get paid when there simply isn't enough. Pride takes a ding. I... have figured it out. One more call, the only bill that won't be cleared this month. Ugh. But... that means all other bills will be covered, and that this bill will be paid in full, definitely, next month. Stressful.
I need to set up medicine. Then do more work. Though a nap may be required first, before I get too tired, so sleep too long. I would like to rake first, so I can mow later. Just the larger side yard really needs it, raking that is. It is cool enough to rake. Mowing isn't a hot job, even if it happens to be hot outside, up to a point. Riding lawnmowers ftw.
A very good night.
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I have fallen behind on many things. Medicine, bills, work... Yesterday I caught a few things up and put things in motion to get meds going. Soon more. Another trip to town. Visiting several places. I had thought to eat out. It would cost $10 to $15, so I decided to have a real treat.
I went to the store to see about ribeye, in that price range. Done. Far better, and better for me. That, a month of replacement for the 2015 meds I had been taking, and a bill paid. Closer to getting some of the monkeys off my back. So many, huge, menacing, disturbing my tranquility. I just want to be left to enjoy my painful life in peace! Soon.
I was amazed to sleep until 4:00. I think I went to bed at 20:00? As well, with one ac, it was 64° upstairs! Part of why sleep was so sweet? I didn't turn the other ac on, took a risk. It was, surprisingly still 64° this morning. It was 68° outside every time I checked yesterday. The highest it got was 73° in the main part of the house, if only for an hour. The front part, usually hotter during the day, only getting to 71°. Oh, the front part is down to 66° this morning, the main is 68°. I checked outside, this morning, it's about 55°. Strange, all of it.
Have you ever seen things with your eyes that your mind can't piece together? A magic trick, or see-through path over a void, or other thing that doesn't seem to jibe with your personal understandings? These temps, and cool weather, are causing a stir. Intellectually I am fully aware. But the animal in me... isn't as quickly able to sort the realities. The body animal is a superstitious creature which deals poorly with change... and, yet, oddly, craves it.
Later.
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I have fallen behind on many things. Medicine, bills, work... Yesterday I caught a few things up and put things in motion to get meds going. Soon more. Another trip to town. Visiting several places. I had thought to eat out. It would cost $10 to $15, so I decided to have a real treat.
I went to the store to see about ribeye, in that price range. Done. Far better, and better for me. That, a month of replacement for the 2015 meds I had been taking, and a bill paid. Closer to getting some of the monkeys off my back. So many, huge, menacing, disturbing my tranquility. I just want to be left to enjoy my painful life in peace! Soon.
I was amazed to sleep until 4:00. I think I went to bed at 20:00? As well, with one ac, it was 64° upstairs! Part of why sleep was so sweet? I didn't turn the other ac on, took a risk. It was, surprisingly still 64° this morning. It was 68° outside every time I checked yesterday. The highest it got was 73° in the main part of the house, if only for an hour. The front part, usually hotter during the day, only getting to 71°. Oh, the front part is down to 66° this morning, the main is 68°. I checked outside, this morning, it's about 55°. Strange, all of it.
Have you ever seen things with your eyes that your mind can't piece together? A magic trick, or see-through path over a void, or other thing that doesn't seem to jibe with your personal understandings? These temps, and cool weather, are causing a stir. Intellectually I am fully aware. But the animal in me... isn't as quickly able to sort the realities. The body animal is a superstitious creature which deals poorly with change... and, yet, oddly, craves it.
Later.
Thursday, August 8, 2019
Waking blind.
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Looking at my watch, I was pleased. It looked like I slept in until 4:00, after going to bed around 22:00! After yesterday, it was a... better sleep. When I got downstairs... The real clocks read 2:30. Hmm? Must have, between being sleepy and using my micro-light to read my watch, misread.
Woke absolutely freezing. Blankets were on. I checked the thermometers. Two read 68°, one read 69°. Downstairs it is 70° main 68° front. Hmm... I had to check outside. If it is exceptionally cool out there, that can creep in, fill the blank spots, making the thermometers' readings more full. Nope. At 55°, while moderately cool that isn't cool enough to cast a chill on the cave.
Hmm. Blood sugar? Nope. While high for fasting, it isn't high for me. It was 130 at bedtime, it is 140 now, so it rose as I slept. Neither, though, is that low. If it had been in the 80's or lower I might have thought some correlation. No good reason, I guess. I have fresh tea brewing. I am never just cold. Very unnatural.
If you can't know the cause of tribulations, but have the solution? Venture forth with a glad heart.
A shower, shave, and more, in a bit. Among other things, mowing today. On the highest deck setting. Oh, and raking? At least raking. Then? Other stuff it is hoped. :P I should figure some things out today. Yea. Things to do. The world is changing, but my duties in it, to it, must be completed.
Good morning and day.
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Looking at my watch, I was pleased. It looked like I slept in until 4:00, after going to bed around 22:00! After yesterday, it was a... better sleep. When I got downstairs... The real clocks read 2:30. Hmm? Must have, between being sleepy and using my micro-light to read my watch, misread.
Woke absolutely freezing. Blankets were on. I checked the thermometers. Two read 68°, one read 69°. Downstairs it is 70° main 68° front. Hmm... I had to check outside. If it is exceptionally cool out there, that can creep in, fill the blank spots, making the thermometers' readings more full. Nope. At 55°, while moderately cool that isn't cool enough to cast a chill on the cave.
Hmm. Blood sugar? Nope. While high for fasting, it isn't high for me. It was 130 at bedtime, it is 140 now, so it rose as I slept. Neither, though, is that low. If it had been in the 80's or lower I might have thought some correlation. No good reason, I guess. I have fresh tea brewing. I am never just cold. Very unnatural.
If you can't know the cause of tribulations, but have the solution? Venture forth with a glad heart.
A shower, shave, and more, in a bit. Among other things, mowing today. On the highest deck setting. Oh, and raking? At least raking. Then? Other stuff it is hoped. :P I should figure some things out today. Yea. Things to do. The world is changing, but my duties in it, to it, must be completed.
Good morning and day.
Wednesday, August 7, 2019
Cloudy.
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At 9:00, it is just to 62°. I don't know how much cooler it was last night or this morning. I woke at 2:30, just... I am not functioning well. Yesterday was quite hot, it was up to 81° inside, in the main part of my home, yesterday. Though, as with today, the temp isn't purely a sun thing. Sometimes clouds, air movement or lack of it, pressure, and other things are involved. Definitely today, I should think.
Sleep was good. Very short, but good. I had the alarm set for an eight and nine and an half hour sleep, but woke solidly after four and a half hours. I simply could not sleep more. I actually woke an hour before, but was able to return to sleep. It wasn't too warm, at 68°. I don't know why.
The ducks were loosed. No food overnight, so they were as happy to go as children at recess. Quacking, chortling, flapping wings, pitter-pattering on their way. Not humanized, but no need. I can enjoy them from afar. They seem happy enough, and that is good enough.
Today? I don't know. A massive headache is just a stretch too far away. Perhaps it will happen no matter. I have dug back in around my sitting area. I suggested I was looking for something. While I did quit when I found the items, I went about the effort in such a way as to be finished with the general spot clearing by the time I found it. That I do such things very well suggests to me that my hind mind knows vastly more than it lets on. I am as a child to it's whims, and the thing that lives in that veil prefers that I... endeavor. Eyes and smile in otherwise dark, as the Cheshire Cat. * blink blink*
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At 9:00, it is just to 62°. I don't know how much cooler it was last night or this morning. I woke at 2:30, just... I am not functioning well. Yesterday was quite hot, it was up to 81° inside, in the main part of my home, yesterday. Though, as with today, the temp isn't purely a sun thing. Sometimes clouds, air movement or lack of it, pressure, and other things are involved. Definitely today, I should think.
Sleep was good. Very short, but good. I had the alarm set for an eight and nine and an half hour sleep, but woke solidly after four and a half hours. I simply could not sleep more. I actually woke an hour before, but was able to return to sleep. It wasn't too warm, at 68°. I don't know why.
The ducks were loosed. No food overnight, so they were as happy to go as children at recess. Quacking, chortling, flapping wings, pitter-pattering on their way. Not humanized, but no need. I can enjoy them from afar. They seem happy enough, and that is good enough.
Today? I don't know. A massive headache is just a stretch too far away. Perhaps it will happen no matter. I have dug back in around my sitting area. I suggested I was looking for something. While I did quit when I found the items, I went about the effort in such a way as to be finished with the general spot clearing by the time I found it. That I do such things very well suggests to me that my hind mind knows vastly more than it lets on. I am as a child to it's whims, and the thing that lives in that veil prefers that I... endeavor. Eyes and smile in otherwise dark, as the Cheshire Cat. * blink blink*
Tuesday, August 6, 2019
So messed up.
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I made it out yesterday. A doctor appointment. Then on to the DMV to start getting the driver license renewal started. They are saying I have the wrong address, but I corrected that with them immediately after receiving it. They wouldn't redo the license, put tape on the back, which is gone, with the corrected address. But it isn't in their system. As well, shoes returned... ordered 14's, got 11's.
I had hoped to do more, but the heat got to me. Still, a reasonable start. I was awake until... I have no clue. Wait! When I went down for the nap, I went down for the night. I did wake to put the ducks away, but couldn't remain awake. I woke at around 2:30. Hmm, I don't think I let the ducks out. After this.
It was down to 54° at 7:30 this morning. That is wonderful for an August morning. It's a bit crazy this year, but I'll take it. I was so tired I only opened a portion of my windows. I had slim hope as to cooling, but it worked extremely well. It is less effort, I'll keep doing it this way. It is only 88° F (31.1 C) out, so far today. Not cold but definitely not brutal. I suspect it will get to 92-96ish, or could.
If there is any human weather issues, it wasn't Western production. It happened when they moved it all to unregulated third-world nations. If that more alters rather than warms or cools. Look at the satellite images of China's pollution streams, and understand that will affect everything happening pretty much everywhere. The cooling is from solar minimum and a few other things. Natural. Distribution of what heat is received is defined by pollution trails and natural affairs. I don't think the fires in the northern hemisphere are natural, follow the pollution. But it adds to the pollution, compounding it's effects. Anyway...
I had hoped to do a few things today, but it isn't possible. Tomorrow. Later.
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I made it out yesterday. A doctor appointment. Then on to the DMV to start getting the driver license renewal started. They are saying I have the wrong address, but I corrected that with them immediately after receiving it. They wouldn't redo the license, put tape on the back, which is gone, with the corrected address. But it isn't in their system. As well, shoes returned... ordered 14's, got 11's.
I had hoped to do more, but the heat got to me. Still, a reasonable start. I was awake until... I have no clue. Wait! When I went down for the nap, I went down for the night. I did wake to put the ducks away, but couldn't remain awake. I woke at around 2:30. Hmm, I don't think I let the ducks out. After this.
It was down to 54° at 7:30 this morning. That is wonderful for an August morning. It's a bit crazy this year, but I'll take it. I was so tired I only opened a portion of my windows. I had slim hope as to cooling, but it worked extremely well. It is less effort, I'll keep doing it this way. It is only 88° F (31.1 C) out, so far today. Not cold but definitely not brutal. I suspect it will get to 92-96ish, or could.
If there is any human weather issues, it wasn't Western production. It happened when they moved it all to unregulated third-world nations. If that more alters rather than warms or cools. Look at the satellite images of China's pollution streams, and understand that will affect everything happening pretty much everywhere. The cooling is from solar minimum and a few other things. Natural. Distribution of what heat is received is defined by pollution trails and natural affairs. I don't think the fires in the northern hemisphere are natural, follow the pollution. But it adds to the pollution, compounding it's effects. Anyway...
I had hoped to do a few things today, but it isn't possible. Tomorrow. Later.
Monday, August 5, 2019
Up, early.
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To bed around 22:00, up at 4:30. Sleep was short, yesterday was long. Not too, too much. Sleep was delicious. A rather good day and night.
It was 60° when I went to bed, and woke. Outside. I opened up as I went to bed. It only got to 73° in the main house. Upstairs was running a bit hot, if I think that was me. Sometimes I still warm my environment, like a stove. It should have been two degrees cooler, at least.
I wondered if diabetes was up, but at 136 fasting, with a 126, 140, and 128 average for the week, biweek, and month, respectively, not so much. That bump to 140? That was eating a full McDonald's meal. No fries or bun anymore. I wasn't thinking when I ordered, just rolled with the results. So, yeah. I sometimes have been able to do that from time to time. No more. I guess I was just hot.
A bite to eat, boiled eggs, four. I keep overdoing them! I keep cutting the time. It doesn't matter. The first recent batch I brought to a boil. I gave them eleven minutes, lid on, heat off, after they hit the boil. They seemed only a bit overdone. Two dozen, but in a very big, 24 quart kettle, filled to just above the eggs. This time, similar fill, but three dozen. They came to a boil, the heat was again turned off, but this time the lid was removed and they were only given eight minutes. In both cases, the eggs were drained of hot water then immediately set under running cold water for about three minutes. Oddly, these last eggs were more overdone than the first! Bleh. Science, as I have said, isn't science. It is engineering, which is trial and error, every... damned... time. And, yes, cooking is science. Actually most "scientific" discovery is accidental or incidental... doubling down on the engineering trope.
Well, time to brush, shower, and shave. Two showers in a row? Oh yea. Quite nice.
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To bed around 22:00, up at 4:30. Sleep was short, yesterday was long. Not too, too much. Sleep was delicious. A rather good day and night.
It was 60° when I went to bed, and woke. Outside. I opened up as I went to bed. It only got to 73° in the main house. Upstairs was running a bit hot, if I think that was me. Sometimes I still warm my environment, like a stove. It should have been two degrees cooler, at least.
I wondered if diabetes was up, but at 136 fasting, with a 126, 140, and 128 average for the week, biweek, and month, respectively, not so much. That bump to 140? That was eating a full McDonald's meal. No fries or bun anymore. I wasn't thinking when I ordered, just rolled with the results. So, yeah. I sometimes have been able to do that from time to time. No more. I guess I was just hot.
A bite to eat, boiled eggs, four. I keep overdoing them! I keep cutting the time. It doesn't matter. The first recent batch I brought to a boil. I gave them eleven minutes, lid on, heat off, after they hit the boil. They seemed only a bit overdone. Two dozen, but in a very big, 24 quart kettle, filled to just above the eggs. This time, similar fill, but three dozen. They came to a boil, the heat was again turned off, but this time the lid was removed and they were only given eight minutes. In both cases, the eggs were drained of hot water then immediately set under running cold water for about three minutes. Oddly, these last eggs were more overdone than the first! Bleh. Science, as I have said, isn't science. It is engineering, which is trial and error, every... damned... time. And, yes, cooking is science. Actually most "scientific" discovery is accidental or incidental... doubling down on the engineering trope.
Well, time to brush, shower, and shave. Two showers in a row? Oh yea. Quite nice.
Sunday, August 4, 2019
Did I over or under sleep?
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I can't tell. Especially when awake time variability is added in. I just don't know. I do know my day and night flipped in just a few days. I had been going to bed at pretty near when I woke this morning, and for weeks. It isn't that I tried to switch, if it was a desire. It just flopped, or... flipped?
Blood sugar was a bit high, but just in the 150's this morning. It took a while for me to get around to eating and taking a dose. An hour before another test. My average is staying in the 120's, no major drops either recently. It's as good as I can do given the season. While I am able to stay, mostly, comfortable, I am limited by excess sun and heat. For a walking dead man, this is as good as it gets. As things are. Central air would help.
I just can't do much. Perhaps as fall nears next month? I will need a nap shortly.
Recently, often, I have been unable to blog. I purchased a few inexpensive older games, some of which are rather entertaining. Oddly, I can't even play those, often. Watching movies, and shows, is more of a task. I just started in on the Soprano's, or such. Interesting, but couldn't watch the whole first episode. When I find a movie I can tolerate, it takes three or four periods, over days, to watch. If I can barely tolerate entertainment, even of the passive sort, imagine how difficult work would be.
Just putting something down while I can. It isn't as if I don't have thoughts, or music. I just... can't... get it written. Ugh. I'll keep plugging at it. Later.
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I can't tell. Especially when awake time variability is added in. I just don't know. I do know my day and night flipped in just a few days. I had been going to bed at pretty near when I woke this morning, and for weeks. It isn't that I tried to switch, if it was a desire. It just flopped, or... flipped?
Blood sugar was a bit high, but just in the 150's this morning. It took a while for me to get around to eating and taking a dose. An hour before another test. My average is staying in the 120's, no major drops either recently. It's as good as I can do given the season. While I am able to stay, mostly, comfortable, I am limited by excess sun and heat. For a walking dead man, this is as good as it gets. As things are. Central air would help.
I just can't do much. Perhaps as fall nears next month? I will need a nap shortly.
Recently, often, I have been unable to blog. I purchased a few inexpensive older games, some of which are rather entertaining. Oddly, I can't even play those, often. Watching movies, and shows, is more of a task. I just started in on the Soprano's, or such. Interesting, but couldn't watch the whole first episode. When I find a movie I can tolerate, it takes three or four periods, over days, to watch. If I can barely tolerate entertainment, even of the passive sort, imagine how difficult work would be.
Just putting something down while I can. It isn't as if I don't have thoughts, or music. I just... can't... get it written. Ugh. I'll keep plugging at it. Later.
Friday, August 2, 2019
Too warm and sunny?
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The relative cool there for a bit did help. Comfort isn't always enough. As mentioned, high summer anywhere but more here and in states like Iowa, for opposite extremes, are difficult for the ill. Then again, I am not certain there is a place that would lend comfort. Hawaii, some have suggested. But averaging and means at around 80°, and humid? Not for me. A place that the average and means was around 60°, with low humidity, if such a place existed, is where I would seek, if just comfort was sought.
Otherwise, I prefer right where I am. Actually I prefer this, as there are real, seriously varied, seasons. A unchanging environment would begin to seem like death very quickly. I just have to know, in the hardest part of any season, without a woman to drive me out, I will go to ground.
Not much sleep today. With the ducks locked in, I may go on back to bed. Hmm, well, after staying awake long enough to let it cool out there enough to open the cave up. I am hoping to be awake to water the lawn a bit tonight. The field is being watered, so no real fuss about most of the back or side yard. That makes it much easier.
Still too war. I'll check in an hour, or two. Later.
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The relative cool there for a bit did help. Comfort isn't always enough. As mentioned, high summer anywhere but more here and in states like Iowa, for opposite extremes, are difficult for the ill. Then again, I am not certain there is a place that would lend comfort. Hawaii, some have suggested. But averaging and means at around 80°, and humid? Not for me. A place that the average and means was around 60°, with low humidity, if such a place existed, is where I would seek, if just comfort was sought.
Otherwise, I prefer right where I am. Actually I prefer this, as there are real, seriously varied, seasons. A unchanging environment would begin to seem like death very quickly. I just have to know, in the hardest part of any season, without a woman to drive me out, I will go to ground.
Not much sleep today. With the ducks locked in, I may go on back to bed. Hmm, well, after staying awake long enough to let it cool out there enough to open the cave up. I am hoping to be awake to water the lawn a bit tonight. The field is being watered, so no real fuss about most of the back or side yard. That makes it much easier.
Still too war. I'll check in an hour, or two. Later.
Twisting in the wind.
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My schedule, folding, doubling, tripling, halving, changing, slipping, moving, with and without my consent, or even always knowledge. I have no idea what time I went to bed. After 10:30, well after, but two or six hours later? I woke around 21:00, give or take an hour. Ducks were in, but had to be shut in. Nothing else so far.
A shower shortly. Folding laundry and starting another load? Dishes set? Medicine reset? I wonder if I have an extra medset? Filling it every two weeks is a pain. I may have monthly sets? Anyway, things to do if I can get to them. Oh, and bills to pay, hopefully groceries, soon.
Blood sugar was 178(ish) fasting, but is 116 after a fatted coffee and dose of insulin. Average is 131 so... not bad even with the slips. Sometimes I can have a burger and fries, and it'll slide right by. Sometimes it destroys my numbers for weeks. I suspect they add sugar as a cheap ingredient when wheat or tomato or whatever increases and they want to pinch a penny. Probably less than a penny per item. The engineered life of big business is great for greedy owners, terrible for real people. Even in something that should be wholesome and simple, like milk. /microrant
It is down to 71° in the main, 56° outdoors. I've closed some of the windows and turned off two of the fans. It feels frigid, downright. It's been a while since I have been out. Other than for ducks and watering the grass. I need to get out early, to finish raking, soon. Mowing is still a bit off, mostly. I could do a few areas, but not the seeded areas. I can't do it this month, but another bag of seed for an area that has been being missed with watering, and to increase slowly improving areas. Not sure what it got to today, but nary a cloud in the sky, that I saw.
Later.
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My schedule, folding, doubling, tripling, halving, changing, slipping, moving, with and without my consent, or even always knowledge. I have no idea what time I went to bed. After 10:30, well after, but two or six hours later? I woke around 21:00, give or take an hour. Ducks were in, but had to be shut in. Nothing else so far.
A shower shortly. Folding laundry and starting another load? Dishes set? Medicine reset? I wonder if I have an extra medset? Filling it every two weeks is a pain. I may have monthly sets? Anyway, things to do if I can get to them. Oh, and bills to pay, hopefully groceries, soon.
Blood sugar was 178(ish) fasting, but is 116 after a fatted coffee and dose of insulin. Average is 131 so... not bad even with the slips. Sometimes I can have a burger and fries, and it'll slide right by. Sometimes it destroys my numbers for weeks. I suspect they add sugar as a cheap ingredient when wheat or tomato or whatever increases and they want to pinch a penny. Probably less than a penny per item. The engineered life of big business is great for greedy owners, terrible for real people. Even in something that should be wholesome and simple, like milk. /microrant
It is down to 71° in the main, 56° outdoors. I've closed some of the windows and turned off two of the fans. It feels frigid, downright. It's been a while since I have been out. Other than for ducks and watering the grass. I need to get out early, to finish raking, soon. Mowing is still a bit off, mostly. I could do a few areas, but not the seeded areas. I can't do it this month, but another bag of seed for an area that has been being missed with watering, and to increase slowly improving areas. Not sure what it got to today, but nary a cloud in the sky, that I saw.
Later.
Thursday, August 1, 2019
Wednesday, July 31, 2019
Up.
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It's only 20:30? I didn't go down until... moments or a few hours after 14:30. It's as close as recall can be given the stretched day. Why the stretch? Ah, getting used to the darkness, plus the cooler temps allow more of a humane living. That higher heat just eats me. I think those are the reasons.
It was 81° upstairs, strangely, with just fans. I suppose windows have to all be opened if I try just fans? Quite strange, if you ask me. It is shaping up to be another cool night, I will try the open window trimming. I had such a chill from shorts and the very cool downstairs that I was cold even at that temp. ... Wait, 14:30 plus up to much change? I just need to switch it over earlier. It should be warm by then. It probably reaches that temp even on overcast days.
No major fuss, as mentioned. I needed it. I just reset the ac's and went to bed, waking happily, if too warmly, just now. It was 68° when I woke... feeling too warm. Nutz. But funnily in a happy way. No other work was done. I have today and more. I will get it, what of it I can get, as soon as I can.
Blood sugar is working again. It was 133 fasting as I wake, and 93 as I went to sleep last night... or, this afternoon. I guess I'm back. I ought to... no. I won't bother with bp until I am back on it for a week. If it's still ugly, a couple weeks. If any stat is too ugly, wait longer. If it doesn't kill you or get better, wait even longer. That is my life.
The lawn is being watered, the back yard, the remaining yellow, nearly bald, spot I replanted. The yard is looking rather nice. I will skip mowing one more week, then hit it on high, then medium after a few days. I think they were absolutely butchering it. Easier for them. I'll take my lawn over, now that it is nearing health. At least it didn't become a weed patch in my sloth, so no complaint.
Headache. Too little sleep. I'll sort it out. As long as the ducks are in before dark, the rest of the day... night... schedule... is negotiable. A bit to eat, fatted coffee, a shower and shave, maybe folding clothes, starting another load, and a load of dishes, first? Can hope, dream. Later.
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It's only 20:30? I didn't go down until... moments or a few hours after 14:30. It's as close as recall can be given the stretched day. Why the stretch? Ah, getting used to the darkness, plus the cooler temps allow more of a humane living. That higher heat just eats me. I think those are the reasons.
It was 81° upstairs, strangely, with just fans. I suppose windows have to all be opened if I try just fans? Quite strange, if you ask me. It is shaping up to be another cool night, I will try the open window trimming. I had such a chill from shorts and the very cool downstairs that I was cold even at that temp. ... Wait, 14:30 plus up to much change? I just need to switch it over earlier. It should be warm by then. It probably reaches that temp even on overcast days.
No major fuss, as mentioned. I needed it. I just reset the ac's and went to bed, waking happily, if too warmly, just now. It was 68° when I woke... feeling too warm. Nutz. But funnily in a happy way. No other work was done. I have today and more. I will get it, what of it I can get, as soon as I can.
Blood sugar is working again. It was 133 fasting as I wake, and 93 as I went to sleep last night... or, this afternoon. I guess I'm back. I ought to... no. I won't bother with bp until I am back on it for a week. If it's still ugly, a couple weeks. If any stat is too ugly, wait longer. If it doesn't kill you or get better, wait even longer. That is my life.
The lawn is being watered, the back yard, the remaining yellow, nearly bald, spot I replanted. The yard is looking rather nice. I will skip mowing one more week, then hit it on high, then medium after a few days. I think they were absolutely butchering it. Easier for them. I'll take my lawn over, now that it is nearing health. At least it didn't become a weed patch in my sloth, so no complaint.
Headache. Too little sleep. I'll sort it out. As long as the ducks are in before dark, the rest of the day... night... schedule... is negotiable. A bit to eat, fatted coffee, a shower and shave, maybe folding clothes, starting another load, and a load of dishes, first? Can hope, dream. Later.
A darker morning.
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The sun has been up for hours, but not out. Cloudy, a medium thick overcast. At around 10:00 it was just above 70° outside. It's good for the grass and other growing things. All yellow spots are greatly improving, as much due to water as a reprieve from the brutal sun. I have some hope, when caught up a bit, that the grass can be maintained well even in heavy sun. Though I suspect a sunshade fence might end up a necessity.
The ducks are out, their pool being filled. I emptied and cleaned it last evening. This breed of ducks doesn't need a pool, pond, or such. Technically. But their squeals of joy at the opportunity proves different to my mind. As children going to play, let out from class, it cannot be denied that need can be lesser to other realities.
It was 70° or less in here. As I shut all but the front door, it is already 73°. Given it is high summer and all I am running is one fan with a door open, at 10:30 now? It works.
Not much more work. Two loads of laundry through to drying. I will get a shower and shave, and probably set up dishes. I did a small bit of work in the kitchen and bedroom as well. It's a bit too cool for shorts, which slowed things down. If cool again next time I have clean sweat-type pj's. All I had was shorts tonight. I don't like wearing real clothes unless I am going to town, or uptown.
Oh, and blood sugar cracked. I was being careful with... everything. It went from, I believe, 189 to 166 to 89 to 84. Why? I just don't always get it. Ate the same things, dosed a lot less as it was below two hundred... ate more, including popcorn. I'll take it, if I should have a bit more of something to eat.
Good morning, day, and maybe night. Or later.
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The sun has been up for hours, but not out. Cloudy, a medium thick overcast. At around 10:00 it was just above 70° outside. It's good for the grass and other growing things. All yellow spots are greatly improving, as much due to water as a reprieve from the brutal sun. I have some hope, when caught up a bit, that the grass can be maintained well even in heavy sun. Though I suspect a sunshade fence might end up a necessity.
The ducks are out, their pool being filled. I emptied and cleaned it last evening. This breed of ducks doesn't need a pool, pond, or such. Technically. But their squeals of joy at the opportunity proves different to my mind. As children going to play, let out from class, it cannot be denied that need can be lesser to other realities.
It was 70° or less in here. As I shut all but the front door, it is already 73°. Given it is high summer and all I am running is one fan with a door open, at 10:30 now? It works.
Not much more work. Two loads of laundry through to drying. I will get a shower and shave, and probably set up dishes. I did a small bit of work in the kitchen and bedroom as well. It's a bit too cool for shorts, which slowed things down. If cool again next time I have clean sweat-type pj's. All I had was shorts tonight. I don't like wearing real clothes unless I am going to town, or uptown.
Oh, and blood sugar cracked. I was being careful with... everything. It went from, I believe, 189 to 166 to 89 to 84. Why? I just don't always get it. Ate the same things, dosed a lot less as it was below two hundred... ate more, including popcorn. I'll take it, if I should have a bit more of something to eat.
Good morning, day, and maybe night. Or later.
As I said...
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From sweet nothings to sharp jabs, she flirts then chastises, kisses and kills, spreads then goes frigid, in new and old video after another. Pillow talk of every sort. Dare I follow down her rabbit hole?
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From sweet nothings to sharp jabs, she flirts then chastises, kisses and kills, spreads then goes frigid, in new and old video after another. Pillow talk of every sort. Dare I follow down her rabbit hole?
A small start.
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As I was finishing watering the front yard, I realized the vegetable type side yard could use water. It got it. It needs weeding, that just isn't in the cards. Watering done, I started laundry. I have four loads possible. One is rather small. The first is big, probably the largest. After it stops, I will shower and shave, do a cool load, then set dishes to go. Etc, it is hoped.
The upstairs, with one ac and a fan going, is 73°. It being 60° outside, and down to 71°/70° main/front with all open and only one fan going, I switched both ac's to fan only. I want to see what that will do. I am trying to find efficiency. The problem with greens is that they cut innovation, experimentation, while legislating a one-size-fits-all system that fails on a local level.
No one might give a shit about energy production, everybody wants to pay the least for energy for the most benefit. One of the worst things governments can do is interfere with real costs of fuel, save very short term emergency situations. Pushing costs up, even through taxes, or subsidizing so no pain is felt, will wreck the understanding and management of fuels, energy. Every time they lean in, or out, they create problems. The markets have to settle the thing or bad things happen.
Anyway, a start. With plans for more. I did eat chia. Bleh, so tired of that. In part because I tried a less expensive brand and it bit me in the ass. Some things can be negotiated, some things not so much. A fatted coffee now, and another dose of insulin with it. That first dose didn't drop blood sugar much, if I am titrating with reasonable care. I'll... get there, again, shortly.
It is a good night. I sure hope to get a reasonable lot done. Shopping soon, tomorrow, Friday. Even burgers, though a beef or pork roast would be good. Can't afford steaks as even rare treats anymore. A beef roast is my rare treat. Thankfully, until China rips our market, pork is still reasonable, mostly. Chicken is okay, at least hindquarter parts. Ground beef can be as much as beef roast! *shrug*
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As I was finishing watering the front yard, I realized the vegetable type side yard could use water. It got it. It needs weeding, that just isn't in the cards. Watering done, I started laundry. I have four loads possible. One is rather small. The first is big, probably the largest. After it stops, I will shower and shave, do a cool load, then set dishes to go. Etc, it is hoped.
The upstairs, with one ac and a fan going, is 73°. It being 60° outside, and down to 71°/70° main/front with all open and only one fan going, I switched both ac's to fan only. I want to see what that will do. I am trying to find efficiency. The problem with greens is that they cut innovation, experimentation, while legislating a one-size-fits-all system that fails on a local level.
No one might give a shit about energy production, everybody wants to pay the least for energy for the most benefit. One of the worst things governments can do is interfere with real costs of fuel, save very short term emergency situations. Pushing costs up, even through taxes, or subsidizing so no pain is felt, will wreck the understanding and management of fuels, energy. Every time they lean in, or out, they create problems. The markets have to settle the thing or bad things happen.
Anyway, a start. With plans for more. I did eat chia. Bleh, so tired of that. In part because I tried a less expensive brand and it bit me in the ass. Some things can be negotiated, some things not so much. A fatted coffee now, and another dose of insulin with it. That first dose didn't drop blood sugar much, if I am titrating with reasonable care. I'll... get there, again, shortly.
It is a good night. I sure hope to get a reasonable lot done. Shopping soon, tomorrow, Friday. Even burgers, though a beef or pork roast would be good. Can't afford steaks as even rare treats anymore. A beef roast is my rare treat. Thankfully, until China rips our market, pork is still reasonable, mostly. Chicken is okay, at least hindquarter parts. Ground beef can be as much as beef roast! *shrug*
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