Unpossible!?!

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I finally checked bp.  It was an amazing, for me, 121/94 with a pulse of 87, without morning meds yet!  Can the flu be a good thing?  I have been on full dose since and through last Thursday, so a bit more than a week.  It doesn't usually work that fast, and from previous experience partial and or inconsistent doses have almost no affect.  So it has been this rather short full dosing that has done the job.

Blood sugar was a bit less than 160, after a meal.  I tried to have pork with beans and cheese.  Pork is just too rich.  Mozz and a mix of canned beans, lots of cheese, in hopes of slowing and cleaning.  Diarrhea for the last two days, every few hours, in volume.  Loose but still solid.  My body must have been cannibalizing, or it couldn't have kept that volume outflow?  Beans offer fiber, cheese slows it.  I hope.

Still tired, but I don't sees stars after very minor exhertion.  Still, standing and showering is enough to wear me out.  Mostly a concern of not enough food.  I would have gone out, but nothing trustworthy open late at night.  McDonald's, but... maybe they have improved nights, as days?  Wasn't willing to risk it, especially for white male haters, the worst of them white males (sort of) themselves.

I am hoping to get out today.  I need food.  The pork is going, but I have a beef chuck thawing.  Perhaps cabbage and other veggies when I go.  Onion, carrot, celery, a mirepoix is good when ill.  Better with chicken, but that is possible.  And an assortment of root veggies sound good.  Hmm, how about tubers and cabbage with beef and the French veggie threesome with chicken?

I'll be pushing to stay awake until time for the ducks to be let out, then fussing with water, so other food must wait.  If the good news is that the beans and cheese have given a reprieve from constant need.  Later.  Good night, actually.

Still better, mostly.

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I have been awake since 21:00 ~ 22:00 last night.  I think?  Strung out from too much sleep, if more would be nice.  It isn't all just simple choice.  Add the final insult to injurious illness, a symptom which makes every... stomach growl and hiccup a potential reason to need to shower.  Fear.  Hoping that dies down before more troubles.

The goal at this point is to make it to 17:30, 18:00.  All give or take.  Then let my feathered friends in, plus attempt to pull the water in.  I'll have to empty it by at least half, my strength is low.  It'll be a test even then.  I was surprised, with the cats, to realize I am keeping up on their litter, food too.  They'll let something slide for a bit, then not an inch.  But they realized, and hard food and water was good, even their litter.  Woman, cat, duck a promise?  To be kept when able.

Needed the shower, for every reason.  Always good.  The plants got a time in there as well.  Yeah, I speak with my plants.  I'd like to say they don't speak back, but they seem to do better with directed attention, conversation.  Believe as you will.  From duck to cat to ivy, they... love a kind lord... friend.  What king has no subjects?  And any right king knows he can't rule over men, queens less so... in all understandings of the latter. So... who do kings rule?  Much as with socialism, pigs can only rule over even lesser animals.

Hmm, not sure I'll make it.

Oh, I was eating, if fatted milk, every other day.  It was enough to keep me regular, plus, until the finish line.  Though... that is a form of regular.  I had pork, but it was a bit rich.  Sauerkraut would have helped.  I thought the mustards and horseradish mix would be enough.  If it might just be a virus and antibody flush.  It's not unusual, if I always forget.  Medicine has been regular as well.  Now to begin checking bp and pulse.  Blood sugar is coming down, a hundred to maybe two down in two days.  Later.

Much better.

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The good part is that pain and fever are mostly gone.  The bad part is what remains is a starved husk without the strength to eat.  I'll try tonight.  Awake a bit later than preferred, to get the ducks in, but not too late.  With the water still relatively fresh, I dumped some, thought about taking it in.  Didn't think I could tow that much in my state.  Nor could I dump it all, wrestle it in empty, then wrestle the hose out and back after refilling.

Thought to dump more, then tow that in, but realized it wasn't possible, tonight.  Perhaps in a couple days.  If I can't handle leftovers, perhaps fast food.  It's mostly junk, but sometimes a starving body just needs raw calories.  The last time I ate I was only able to eat just a bit more than a single chicken drumstick, heated three.  Before that?  I think I mentioned it, or cooking it, the bacon wrapped drummies and pork roast.

Sleep was very good.  After being awake for thirteen to sixteen hours for the first time in nearly as long (?) since I ate (every variable is in some doubt due to the fever), I wasn't sure how waking, sleeping itself, would go, end.  No pain, if a little achy from hunger... not true hunger pains, more pains from a body trying to reserve succor from a body with nothing to offer.  Stupid thing is, in this starving state, I'm still not in keto and diabetes is high.  Bastards.

I'll keep at it.  But food, for the next few days, is vital.  As well as medicine.  Although, it seems, after some issues, when I have medicine, even if it breaks my balls, I do take them.  Better to have chipped brass hang-lows for a bit than a bp of 215/180 and a pulse of 140.  No future in that.  Not that I have a future, I have given my soul over to tending this broken duck of a life.  So be it.

Thanksgiving?

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No doubts, about the sentiment or holiday, merely... it snuck up on me.  It wasn't just illness.  I am getting old.  My mother called or I wouldn't have known.  Ill, recovering, I still hope you all have a time and place to celebrate the real reason for the celebration. Most of you and your families earned it.  Those of you who don't celebrate shouldn't be suffered citizenship.

I'm not quite ready for another meal.  I have food ready, I'll have something before the day is over technically, but after sleep.  I have been awake since last night.  The longest wake cycle in days.  My mother has been ill for two weeks.  Ten to one she got the flu shot.  Whether she believes or not, she'll do what others or doctors say.  It's... just that way.

Tired, beyond the ability to think.  But it has been very good to be awake for a while.  For that, and suffering to offer fools, I am grateful.  Good day.

Awake for hours.

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Not much, any, effort put into it.  If I need more sleep I'll take it.  Aspirin helped, if it does nothing for exhaustion.  Though pain is an exhaustion multiplier.  A new type of pain, something between heartburn and indigestion.  Probably from starting eating again.  It's never fun ending an extended fast.

I am beginning efforts to sort sweeteners.  There was a lot of crystalization in the bottles, on the caps, and in the droppers.  I cleaned that out, though whether appearances are enough I don't yet know.  I will say this, the stuff is a lot less sweet than it used to be.  If this works, I'll have to refresh and clean the dropper bottle monthly.  As well, put the main supply in a double or triple dehydration preventitive system.  Perhaps putting dropper bottles in single systems, such as zip-locks or sealing containers.

Being a bit before time to let the ducks out, and suspecting I'll be asleep for twelve hours when I go down, I am hoping to make it the two hours, and get them out.  I'll have to break open the water.  Every other day with that.  The fellow who I received the ducks from heats the water.  I didn't want to tell him, so sound as a know-it-all... more than I already do, but I think that makes it freeze faster.  Plus, that is something I heard somewhere... unsure.  Though since the water here stays thawed all day, but not there, I suspect so.  I am almost sure if I emptied it a bit, and dragged it in, it wouldn't freeze.  Hmm, worth a shot.  I just hate them not having water, thus food.  Though perhaps that  is good for them?

I also fed the girls an extra time.  Sam is happy, Sassy is still giving me some stink-eye.  I understand.  I still chuckle.  I am cool enough again finally to turn the furnace up, while awake.  Now, again, I need it.  I just need to remember to turn it off before bedtime or it is too hot for me to sleep.

Not laundry, or dishes save for the sweetener droppers.  I'm still worn, wear easier, far too quickly.  Just doing the droppers about dropped me.  Less pain, and that just from getting my g.i. to work again.  I'm almost enjoying life again.  Although I am glad for the pain.  It goes to those in pergatory, some I might know... suspect, some I don't know... the nameless to the world, the forgotten.

Oh, right, gravy.  It is a solid means of increasing fats in a meal.  Of course, generally based on flour, it is verboten.  There are other flours... almond seems preferred, though I would like to research coconut flour.  Further, I have doubts about the raw thickening power of almond flour, either kind.  So I looked into xanthan gum.  An half teaspoon (or full depending who tells the tale) per cup of fluid.  Those combined, plus liquid smoke or paprika (latter for color), should work.  May look into psyllum husk (?spelling?) as well.  Good for gluten free fixings as well.

Later, or good night.

Much better.

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Still exhausted.  No food through three to five days of fever and as I think on things a few days of illness before that, a week?  Putting food back in, slowly.  Started with milk, now chicken and milk.  It'll take a week to strengthen up, but will require consumption and work, a push-pull effort.  Food doesn't taste all that good, then again the deeper in keto I get, the more that is true.

Blood sugar is high.  I couldn't drink unsweetened tea, sorely needed fluid when I could drink, so used the sucra drops as needed.  It's an older container, which may be the problem.  If I can prove it to be dehydration, I may create a solution to the problem.  I'm in a bit of a problem otherwise.  Plain tea is as difficult for me to drink, in the volume needed,  as plain water.  They both irritate the throat until I actually can't eat or drink.

If the bit of food I could eat gives enough energy, I'd like to get a shower or bath, and maybe start laundry.  Probably then back to bed.  Then, each time I can wake for longer than moments, the goal is to eat a bite or three and do some work.  For now, gaming, to stay awake long enough to let the food do it's job, or at least begin expanding my wake cycle.

It's been a rough one.  I expect this every three to five years.  Actually I would get this worse, and every other year when I allowed vaccination.  Yeah, no.  I won't enrich failure.  I can't believe so many people do.  So many just follow along with the crowd, and poor advice.  It makes big pharma a lot of extra money, never kept me well, go figure.  I actually wonder if the vaccines are going to increase virulence.  As with any government involved operation, you have to wonder how unintended just such a consequence is.  Trust?  Verify.  How can I verify when the companies and government agencies involved hide, and are allowed to hide, the real information?

Later.

Amazing how difficult simple efforts can be.

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When ill.  I did use the small sledge hammer and steel stakes, but that usually isn't difficult.  I didn't think aluminum stakes would go into frozen dirt, didn't think the rubber mallet would drive the stakes.  Though, to be honest, I suspect both would have been equally exhausting.  On the good side, I feel better, with the covering.  I used part of the broken cap on top.  Wasn't sure the staked bag b would hold, seems to, if not fully covered.

The ducks were happy to go in.  Being so tired, this was a gift.  The temp is reading around 30° F, give or take.  Which made doing the projects much easier.  This type of illness makes cooler temperatures much more difficult.  At 30°, compared to 12°, it didn't hurt, if it was still exhausting.

You have no idea how difficult editing has been.  Fevers are anti-logic.  If there are still large errors, be patient.

Back to bed.  Food almost sounds good, I just can't do the work.  Good night.

Doing what I can.

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Sleeping still.  Most of the day.  So much pain and weakness.  I haven't been drinking either.  I finally got to drinking.  My throat was parched.  I feared the chapping would get stuck and I might choke.  Some of it was dried blood.  A quart of milk, then I will try that and double tea.

The girls have been patient.  While they had dry cat food, it has been several days since canned food.  I tried, I was just so hard hit I couldn't feed them.  It actually hurt to be awake and out of bed.  I had to restock their food, which was actually hard on me, having to stand, even sorting the cans.  In my condition it was a lot of work.  Oh, I'll grab a new bottle of aspirin.

I realized a water problem.  The water connection has not been covered.  It froze last time it was left uncovered.  That would be a major with the ducks and my illness.  I don't know who to call, though I know some folk who might, called them.  And, tonight, I'll put a plastic bag over the hole, stake it down, then pray that works until a proper cover is installed.

Back to bed.  The girls shouldn't be bothering me.  But the organs are terribly troubling.  If I can sleep deeply enough though... later.

Almost edging towards better.

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To bed, again, nearly directly, at 0:30.  Then awake at 7:30.  Just long enough to handle the ducks.  A very fast effort in brutal cold, given the fever.  Though at 12° F, It has started to count.  I used to be able to handle -20° F, now 20° F is closer to the limit.  Not always, though the fever makes it much worse.  Pain everywhere, doesn't help.

Everything has a tint of feverishness,  it is in the eyes, various pains, burning lungs, no way out.  Extra sleep isn't helping.  I woke two hours after going back to sleep.  I still hurt.  Actually I am a bit more rested, if all pains are equally troubling.  Tea is all I can drink, if not well.  I have given up on food for now.

I am taking medicine and feeding the critters.  It's rough, a challenge.  Oh, and perpetual bloody noses.  Every time I finish one I wake to another.  I keep groups of Kleenex at the ready, enough to stop and reset an half dozen bloody noses if need be.

I haven't been this sick in a long time.  At least no fevered dreams for the moment.

I thought I might wake for a while, but I don't think so.  I can't believe how heavily I am falling.  I simply can't wake.  A prayer would always be welcome.  Later.

Not bad.

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It was difficult to remain awake.  The aspirin did it's job, or the pain subsided, maybe a bit of each.  The fever is... relieved, if it sits back behind the skin.  The skin still hurts, if more mildly.  The burning in the lungs is better.  The organs still hurt, just not as brutally.  Everything still hurts, only a third to two thirds less so.  While that might not sound great, it truly is.  There is in the frying pan and in the fire.  Neither sounds fun, neither is, but there is worse and much worse.  I'm horribly grateful for worse.

Back to bed, while I still feel comparatively better.  I am fully tired again, ready to sleep another twelve hours or more, if I need to feed and water the ducks and cats.  It might be a quick up then back down.  If I go too far sideways I may have to compromise safety for food and water.

Good night.

PAIN!

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The last day, day and an half, has been the harshest in memory.  On top of organ problems, achy muscles and joints, my skin has hurt to even touch.  Sleep has been the only reprieve, as if I had a choice.  My eye sockets were too sore to rub my eyes, still are.  Aspirin is being taken, 350 by four, if I may add a pill.  Everything, where, hurts in some twisted and terrible way.

Even so, I have been tending the ducks and cats.  I will eat if I can.  Not quite now... nausea from pain is a bit excessive.  I slept most of the day.  After several attempts, I was able to push out, if late, just after 21:00.  If late, the ducks are roosted.  I may mot be able to stay awake, if I hope to... extra sore from laying on sore skin, a side effect from fever, I think.  Rarely have I had such a terrible fever.

I have kept up on medicine, if my plans to begin checking bp has not succeeded.  Ugh.  If I can stay up, and aspirin solves some of the pain, fever, I might get to checking bp.  Later.

More like naps.

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Down pretnear 20:00, awake around zero dark, or thirty.  I'll take morning meds, check bp and pulse, and perhaps get laundry going.  I started bacon wrapped chicken drumsticks and a pork roast, which should keep me in vittles for the week.  I would sure like veggies though, cabbage, a few potatoes, cauliflower... Soon.

Dishes and laundry, it is hoped.  And paperwork.  Food, mostly, first.  Not hungry in one way, yet starving under the skin.  It's strange lately.  What little I have been eating has been perfect.  Yet my system is acting as if I was eating fast carbs and drinking soda.  I am going to back cream off to every other day, perhaps every third day.  If it isn't that, then the sucra drops may have to be eliminated.  It is okay, usually.  It is either being doped with sugar water or dehydrating into something different?

Yesterday was cold for me, in spite of being well, rightly, fully clothed.  Cold later in the day that is.  Could not get or stay warm, if I suspect it was health issues.  When the heart isn't working well I can become cold even in high summer.  So far tonight it seems better.  No need to turn the furnace up, I have learned.  It doesn't help, only making me miserably warm when I improve.  Still more heat than cold sensitive.

Have a good morning, day, or night.

Had to wake.

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The ducks need safety when darkness arrives.  They know how vulnerable they are, so huddle, stay quiet, in a sort of middle area, where escape in any direction is possible.  I prefer to have them in before dark, but my crushing need for sleep doesn't always allow that.  So tired still, may return for more sleep.

Tonight they were a bit more goofy.  They knew where to go, wanted to go there, and yet seemed to not know how to get in.  I just chuckled, which ended startling them in.  I laughed as they were going in, to a near revolt.  I stifled another bark of a laugh until I pushed them in.  Then let go to a cacophony.  They were just fussy tonight, and I found great mirth in that.

The benefit of tending the ducks is that I have a reason to pass the cat hard food and water on my way out.  Keeping up on their food and water makes for a more civil environment.  Cats get rather fussy when low on something.  But, they have gained patience.  They give me four to six hours after waking before they begin asking for food.  On my part, I try to make it so they rarely have to ask.  On the very rare day they don't get canned food, they can last two days before cutting loose.  They are quickly fed, when they become aggressive, with apologies, and it suffices as long as rare.

Meds are back on normal track, as long as it lasts.  Morning meds in the morning, night meds at night.  My sleep schedule is still wonky, but more with two sleeps/naps per twenty four hour cycle.  Staying up past noon, up by 2:00, so morning meds can be taken early... if remembered.  Today is the fifth, after tonight's medicine, of full dose, every dose.  I may start bp readings... no reason to check until medicine is in, regular, and full dose.

I did get the trash out.  I'd like to bring the barrel back before crashing.  No laundry started, or dishes.  Ugh.  Needed.  When I wake?  I hope.  I'll keep at it.  Later, or good night again.

Almost a nap.

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Up at 2:00 or so, down around 13:00, if probably closer to 14:00.  No choice, crashed hard.  Back up at 17:30.  Wouldn't have been able to push out then if I didn't realize the squad was solemnly staring at the door to what is now home.  They just huddle, face the door... about seven feet away... and stare, once the sun goes down.  They actually more remind me of penguins than ducks, the way they stand tall and walk upright.  I like them as they are in any case.

I'm amazed that I can go out in that cold for ten, fifteen, up to an half hour, in nothing but pj's, and right after crawling out of bed.  Perhaps longer, there simply hasn't been any call.  It sure makes the 70 setting seem good upon returning.  I think helping the ducks will end up offering returns beyond eggs.  Daily dailies, exposure to the heat and cold, a few more friends, and some healthy laughter.  Since I am never in a hurry, if one splits off, I can enjoy how, between it and I, the squawker finds it's way home.  Or, various other issues.  Oh, they can be seriously funny.

Their water was okay, but I like refreshing it every other day anyway.  Either that or refilling and hoping it won't freeze.  I haven't had great luck with the latter.  I think it is duck... stuff... sediment... which keeps the water from freezing as quickly,  along with volume.  Adding water does increase volume, but reduces sediment by volume, removing some in inevitable overflow.  OR it has merely usually been colder most nights I tried that.

If I could get a thermometer I trusted to check against a thermometer which could be trued which also showed the lowest temperature in the last twenty four hours, then could check that regularly enough, perhaps I could begin to know better.  Can't know in absolutes, anything.  But even working knowledge is limited without quantifying sediment... as well as a few other variable treatments, accountings, although with just those, a functional understand may be established.

A bite, then gaming.  I am hoping to start with laundry and reset dishes again tonight.  Trash will go out tonight.  I put it out by 10:00 last week, but it was oddly too late.  Not this week, it is so full.  I think, as troubling as meds were, are, can be, they are starting to help again.  Help more than hurt, I should say.  Later.

A good sleep.

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Too much sleep, but needed.  I will try to sleep a bit more.  Trying to push for regular days is too much.  I am probably sleeping too much, if that still isn't enough for my body.  Until medicine and winter are figured out.  I haven't been fighting sleep, merely oblivious to the need... until red eyes and a bleary existence in general became impossible for even me to not notice.

Medicine seems to be smoothing.  I am just truly starting on a very regular schedule again, with them, but I was hitting half time plus since my last appointment.  V.A. doc called, and others.  It seems she will be resetting scripts, despite my seeming laziness. Not an exact quote.  I'll try to call them Monday, reset some things.  I haven't been able to do bp readings, I'll try to start that too.  They don't understand how crushing medicine and my health issues are.  Telling me to take care is like telling me to just be healthy.

I checked calories for raw cream, and general information.  A teaspoon contains 51 calories of which 50 is from fat, 5.51 g fat,  0.42 g carbs, and 0.31 grams protein.  The site says that is a 95% by fat ratio, while my calculations suggest a 98% by fat ratio.  I am well satisfied with my notion of consuming three quarts of the stuff a week.  My one concern is that, being liquid it doesn't work the same as solid food.

The goal is to figure out how much per day, and how to skip a day to three and still use that amount.  A quart is four cups, a cup is sixteen tablespoons, so... 3 x 4 x 16 is 192 tablespoons.  And 192 x 51 is 9,792 calories, divided by 7 is 1, 399 calories per day, divided by 51 is... 27 tablespoons... divided by 16 is 1.71 cups of yum per day.  Some days will be skipped, some of it will go into sauces, so...  But, yes, for keto?  Perfect.  I am not sure MTC oil is still required, though it has keto bonuses... might be held in reserve until I accidentally, or willfully, drop out of keto.

I have dropped out, or last I checked.  Diabetes has gone bad again as well.  I have been careful to, given my impossible to function, think, remember, focus situation, eat right.  Am I grazing? eating bad foods unaware? is my body just failing?  too much artificial sweeteners?  Can't know, not in this deep hard fog.  At least the ducks and girls are well tended.

Later.

Does another morning ever surprise?

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Okay, not quite that bad.  Or, bad but I realized hard days like this isn't going to kill me. In a sea of dead days, this is an exceptionally difficult day.  Thankfully I just recently had a worse day.  I can't remember pain, but I have learned to... qualify the depth to some reasonable level of accuracy.  Even so, if it isn't very recent, within days, comparison isn't possible.  A few exceptions: the worst was getting used to a bad heart, perhaps exceptionally in that I was told the pain was all in my mind; then there was draino; next was the cracked ribs.  Each of the latter two took months.  The former... I still suffer.  It is what pains me, directly and not, to and on this day.

The ducks get let out, and back in, plus food and water;  the cats are fed, watered, and have their litter tended; I get fed, something, several times a day, even if just a hot fatted tea.  Exhausted as I am I do what is possible.  Gaming, too, as that is all that is possible.  Today is tough, but not from pain, directly.  It exists, but the real suffering derives from absolute exhaustion.  After putting the ducks in I will try to sleep again.

Later.

Me, myself, and ducks?

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I think we are really beginning to get along.  I tend them at least twice a day, though sometimes more.  I am learning what can be done, regarding water.  It is easier, so far, to water them outside.  If it gets low volume, by a given night, it is easier to dump it after letting them in... or if it will be too cold or I suspect it will.  But they seem motivated to keep the water thawed during the day.

As well, we have a jolly time herding.  They squawk and fuss, if at this time the way small nieces and nephews while playing tag, or it.  I actually think they are beginning to like me.  An ugly adopted duck... huge, no bill, but good for food, water, safety and freedom as is best, if with strange quacks.  Sometimes I merely talk, other times I attempt to emulate.  My quack is awful.

Today has been the closest to a painless day since...  In a month?  More.  Why tell docs, their treatment methods are not acceptable.  I lived with bruised or cracked ribs for months without pain  pills.  Like it or not I will take pain before pills.  The exhaustion though...  No matter how long, or often, I sleep, I can't wake well, fully.  My eyes are staying a hangover shade of red-pink from exhaustion?  Perhaps too little oxygen?

Since days and nights are crossed, I am back taking medicine in the oppositional pattern.  It works.  Then I take the water pills at a time I am awake.  Otherwise they are at least partially wasted, and probably disturb my sleep as well.  I may attempt a nap shortly.  Oh, diabetes has become a problem again.  I'll have to work on it.  If, as someone noticed, I am nearing a catatonic like state.  Not lost of mind, just having my body lost to me.

Later?  Good night?

Attempting to get back to it.

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First things first.  Which means medicine.  I couldn't find either medi-set, containers for two weeks of medicine, per.  I tried to take medicine out of the bottles, but that didn't work at all.  I pushed to find at least one of the medi-sets, did, and filled it.  I do my best, but especially when off off medicines and in winter or summer I can't guarantee.  So I check meds closely when taking them.

I changed vitamins back to the old way, one daily not two, plus adding minerals and a b super mix.  These really help deal with the water pill problems, such as leg cramps.  It also prevents as serious a drain on potassium.  I've experimented with more, less, and other.  This is about perfect.  Despite my calorie load by size requiring double the vitamins, while taking twice as much, but dropping the extras, I started cramping again.  Hmm, I still wonder about the extra plus two dailies... that water pill really takes it out.

I have gone another way with the ducks.  Instead of trying to keep water in and out, I just water them outside.  After speaking with the gent who sold them, watering them once or twice during the day seems enough.  With how my system works, they get watered all day.  The tub fills quickly.  Plus is the right size that between volume, the duck's thirsts, and bathing, it stays thawed, so far, all day.  I feed them inside and out, though.  Without water they eat less, but do eat some.  I really enjoy my little friends.

Oh, and in spite of all else, effort was made to begin climbing.  A simple lower single rope technique was arranged.  I didn't think I'd be able to do srt, single ascender.  I was correct.  There are other methods, including nearly double and triple pulley type riggings.  The goal is to get to single systems, just not yet.  Descend, sure.  Just not up... yet.  Part of the problems is medicine, both on and off, and the season... if those probably aren't the majority of the problem all combined.  I am too weak and still overweight.  Next time, a more complex setup.

Very rough.  Lots of pain.  I have been hitting the aspirin hard.  Not to ease the pain, save that focus and actions can happen.  It offers a larger chance at some function, better sleep, and a few other things.  Brutally painful, some days.  I have a lot to do, slim chances at doing it.  I'll keep at it.

Cold out there.

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The outdoor thermometer I trust read 12~13 ° (F).  Which isn't horrible, unless you are wearing thin pj's or working with water, or both.  I am and was.  It looks like I'll be redoing water morning and evening pretty much from now on.  I could only imagine doing it for more or larger animals.  If my... when my sleep schedule is off, I'll just have to do it when I can, but twice a day.  They require water to eat.

I have started medicine, but it is brutal.  Everything hurts, and my sleep patterns are going wild.  I was stuck in night mode, but it was regular... ish.  Now I am sleeping and staying awake or asleep in six to twelve hour increments.  For some reason, it is blocking up the nasal passages too.  It all works out eventually.

I actually started this early morning, but crashed so hard I couldn't finish until mid-afternoon.  Still tired.  May barrel roll back to bed still.  Later.

Too hungry.

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I kept trying to eat less.  Succeeded, but without results.  Blood sugar is staying in the 160's ~ 180's.  So, yesterday, I made a placket of chicken drumsticks, and ate them.  While tasty, I realized, after gorging twice, that the problem was not enough fat.  Pork ribs and bacon was thawed for tonight.

Rather than have them separately, I combined them.  Pork ribs aren't the fattest, at least not these.  Wrapped in two pieces of bacon, however, and you are getting there.  I haven't done this before, so had to make it up.  I cooked the rip cuts partially first, then wrapped them in bacon for another equal time, having flipped them halfway in each cooking half.

It added a lot of flavor and the fat I needed.  A few smaller pieces and I am absolutely stuffed.  Two pieces is all I need, unlike the chicken, of which seven pieces just, mostly, worked.  Ugh, way too full.  May have to see if bacon wrapped chicken works.  Not a bad trick, if working with partially cooked meat is novel and... odd.  Worth the price of admission.

Crashing.  Ate too much in spite of being a tiny... smaller anyway, amount.  Nap time?  Later.