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After getting it to plunge quite strangely, without food, it started rising after that initial meal. I let it go until after six hours of not eating, it had reached 145. I had a meal, took a normal dose, and this morning (afternoon to normal folk), as I woke, it is 180 fasting. Annoying. But I won't dose below 150ish, give or take and considering trend.
BP is 145/100 pulse 75. Better. Oh, I really need to... no, I'll... I've got it. I sometimes forget the left hand, so focused on the right. It's all good when it's all good.
Sleep was good. I did some dishes, and will soon tell of a new man-method. I also finally made it to the post. Our new postman is tolerant. I pushed it a bit far this time, through failure not orneriness. I need to not do that... find a way. Don't test good things.
Ah, the man method... for washing dishes. I purchased a set for car washing using a drill. I have never gotten around to using those for the intended purpose. So, 2 + 3 +5 = 10, of course. I pulled the system out, attached it to the drill, and... zoom, zoom zoom zoom! Now, it won't work on everything... namely the inside of bottles... which I am looking into changing. But pots, pans, cutlery, utensils, the outside of bottles, and a few other things? ZOOM!
What it costs in arm strength it saves in bent back time. It does well. I suspect a copper wire or steel brush can be attached just through pressure coupling for more serious scrubbing, as well, a barkeeper's or ajax powder can be used for lighter, more delicate scrubbing, or on reflective stainless. Yeah. I haven't done a lot, yet. Still wasn't up to it. Today. If it is worth it, for the rest of you bach's out there, with power tools... and no dishwasher of either sort... there you go. Plus, it will be exercise.
Oh, as the world cools... I was a bit fearful the upstairs would get too cold. It was getting to 61º up there. Which, mostly, is okay. Sometimes the heart or diabetes causes a weakness to even that mild of a cool temperature. Then again, 71º can be a bit cold to me, with certain givens.
As it turns out, if I set the furnace to 70º, without opening the foot and a half vent, the furnace keeps the floor region about 68°, and the waste high temperature about 65°. In the winter, at times, I want the furnace on, to offer a buffer in case of an extended power outage. I really need to figure out a solar alternative, say a 100 watt system, dedicated as backup. The furnace runs, it simply doesn't have a forced blower, in a grid down.
Tidbits, perhaps chuckles, for your day. Good day, afternoon.
Tuesday, September 24, 2019
Monday, September 23, 2019
Blood sugar is acting up.
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Waking blood sugar was 151 definitely fasting. I had a fatted coffee and... something else, something keto and light, plus a light dose of insulin. I wasn't sure about the insulin, so I added a fatted tea (more like an half cup of cream per, as I am cutting calories). A few hours later, blood sugar was 193 (hours after finishing all foods)!
So, I hit it a dose and an half, having a tuna sandwich (with a keto flatbread) and glass of milk. I needed a nap. Waking two hours ago, feeling a bit off, I checked blood sugar. No wonder I was so groggy. It was 59 about four hours after dosing! I hit the last dose so hard because it should have dropped, not risen.
I had a bite to eat. I avoid the carb pills, because they jerk things far too high. I have them, and will use them for certain times and circumstances. No, I went with food. An hour later, it was to 82, two hours later it is up to 123. That is quite a jump, I'll keep a close eye on it for the next few days. A few extra checks and checking precisely rather than loosely. I do what I can. Later.
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Waking blood sugar was 151 definitely fasting. I had a fatted coffee and... something else, something keto and light, plus a light dose of insulin. I wasn't sure about the insulin, so I added a fatted tea (more like an half cup of cream per, as I am cutting calories). A few hours later, blood sugar was 193 (hours after finishing all foods)!
So, I hit it a dose and an half, having a tuna sandwich (with a keto flatbread) and glass of milk. I needed a nap. Waking two hours ago, feeling a bit off, I checked blood sugar. No wonder I was so groggy. It was 59 about four hours after dosing! I hit the last dose so hard because it should have dropped, not risen.
I had a bite to eat. I avoid the carb pills, because they jerk things far too high. I have them, and will use them for certain times and circumstances. No, I went with food. An hour later, it was to 82, two hours later it is up to 123. That is quite a jump, I'll keep a close eye on it for the next few days. A few extra checks and checking precisely rather than loosely. I do what I can. Later.
Dream a little dream... of dinner?
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Dinner? I don't remember which meal, or snack, whole meal or single food... all I do remember is waking with an overflow of salivation. Drooling. It was the amount of fluid flowing that woke me. Impressive. Well, that and a hunger that has grown since. A fatted tea, as soon as the fresh spot of it is finished brewing.
Blood sugar is better, at 151 fasting and the average finally back down to 132 for the week. When blood sugar, for any reason, is high... with more insulin on hand, I hit it hard, often. I am not having to be stingy. And... that is working. Partial fasting wasn't helping, nor the smaller doses. With it where it is at, a 15 to 20 cc dose is reasonable. My physical size simply requires more. Bp is off because I missed meds last night.
No, I don't like insulin. But in my recent condition it is the only thing that offers some control. If I get back to a better place, fasting may be brought back to bear. My arms have increased another quarter inch in girth. I definitely have an unusual growth ability, especially at my age. If that might be a bit of a problem by itself. Going from 14 1/2" to 15 3/4" in a week from a few hours of work and play? And, yes, the measurements are spot on.
Dishes... I need to hit those some time today. Perhaps put a single load of laundry through. And a shower would be good. The dishes will take two hits, and a rinse. Oh, the post! I have a package in! I... lost track. For now, the ducks will be put out, then cats fed. I am only giving out two thirds of a can, saving some back for Sassy, as a later snack. I am trying to get her to lose weight. The trouble is, when they fatten, like people, getting it off is murder. Later.
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Dinner? I don't remember which meal, or snack, whole meal or single food... all I do remember is waking with an overflow of salivation. Drooling. It was the amount of fluid flowing that woke me. Impressive. Well, that and a hunger that has grown since. A fatted tea, as soon as the fresh spot of it is finished brewing.
Blood sugar is better, at 151 fasting and the average finally back down to 132 for the week. When blood sugar, for any reason, is high... with more insulin on hand, I hit it hard, often. I am not having to be stingy. And... that is working. Partial fasting wasn't helping, nor the smaller doses. With it where it is at, a 15 to 20 cc dose is reasonable. My physical size simply requires more. Bp is off because I missed meds last night.
No, I don't like insulin. But in my recent condition it is the only thing that offers some control. If I get back to a better place, fasting may be brought back to bear. My arms have increased another quarter inch in girth. I definitely have an unusual growth ability, especially at my age. If that might be a bit of a problem by itself. Going from 14 1/2" to 15 3/4" in a week from a few hours of work and play? And, yes, the measurements are spot on.
Dishes... I need to hit those some time today. Perhaps put a single load of laundry through. And a shower would be good. The dishes will take two hits, and a rinse. Oh, the post! I have a package in! I... lost track. For now, the ducks will be put out, then cats fed. I am only giving out two thirds of a can, saving some back for Sassy, as a later snack. I am trying to get her to lose weight. The trouble is, when they fatten, like people, getting it off is murder. Later.
Sunday, September 22, 2019
Finally, some work.
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To say the place is a mess would be putting it nicely. I haven't been able to work. And work is difficult when possible. Changed out cat litter and swept that area as a part of it. I went through dishes, fitting what I could into the bin. Then as much trash as could be found was collected, bagged, put in the bin, and taken to the curb.
It wasn't that much work, but it was all at once. I am hoping to be to bed by midnight. Far earlier than the last three or four nights. I did everything in about an half hour. If I had been thinking, I would have taken a shower first, at least before soaking the dishes. I will wash off tonight, just not the best, or easiest way. I'm trying to clean up daily, more so. Every other day if not possible. But daily is my ardent intention.
Blood sugar was high this morning. I've dosed well twice, then a mild dose later. It's been working. I also checked bp, finally. Not perfect, at 125/105, pulse of 91. It sure beats 150s/120s, much better than 210s/180s. Choices. I have only been on full dose for about a week now. So... yeah. I am good with it. I am doing what I can do. And it is all heading in the right directions.
I called my mother. She sounds tired, thin. I know that. Still, a call and big and small talk, and a long familiar voice, helps. I tried to keep it cheery. Yeah, some days. I wasn't perfect, but... got back to better the few minor strayings. Fall and spring... good, beautiful, temperate, but... with change follow moods. Cheers!
Almost bedtime. Another hour, because. Good night.
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To say the place is a mess would be putting it nicely. I haven't been able to work. And work is difficult when possible. Changed out cat litter and swept that area as a part of it. I went through dishes, fitting what I could into the bin. Then as much trash as could be found was collected, bagged, put in the bin, and taken to the curb.
It wasn't that much work, but it was all at once. I am hoping to be to bed by midnight. Far earlier than the last three or four nights. I did everything in about an half hour. If I had been thinking, I would have taken a shower first, at least before soaking the dishes. I will wash off tonight, just not the best, or easiest way. I'm trying to clean up daily, more so. Every other day if not possible. But daily is my ardent intention.
Blood sugar was high this morning. I've dosed well twice, then a mild dose later. It's been working. I also checked bp, finally. Not perfect, at 125/105, pulse of 91. It sure beats 150s/120s, much better than 210s/180s. Choices. I have only been on full dose for about a week now. So... yeah. I am good with it. I am doing what I can do. And it is all heading in the right directions.
I called my mother. She sounds tired, thin. I know that. Still, a call and big and small talk, and a long familiar voice, helps. I tried to keep it cheery. Yeah, some days. I wasn't perfect, but... got back to better the few minor strayings. Fall and spring... good, beautiful, temperate, but... with change follow moods. Cheers!
Almost bedtime. Another hour, because. Good night.
Saturday, September 21, 2019
So very sore and tired.
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The weather is playing a strong part. But getting out and doing, after an exceptionally long nearly complete downtime is playing it's part. I would say those are eighty percent, with the rest of it getting used to medicine. My muscles are still repairing, tight, burning sometimes.
My arms went from fourteen and an half to fifteen and an half inches around. With little to do, I entertain curiosity. I just happened to have recently measured my arms, so had a basis with which to compare. I am not sure how much growth is normal, or through what effort. I suspect that is a lot of growth though.
Sleeping on the floor is still a bit tough as well. I am continuing. I am ordering an inexpensive floor mat, when possible, to see if it makes such sleeping... easier. It... I don't know. As I remember, it took several months to get used to it, at tech school. Then it was really good. I'll have to decide if it is worth the struggle.
Blood sugar is still high, but sub two hundred and twelve points less than yesterday morning. I'll keep at it. The bloody nose lasted until bedtime. That is the longest bloody nose I remember. I had to stop taking aspirin weeks ago, because it was causing nearly daily bleeds. I hope this was just a fluke.
I'll let the ducks out, feed the girls, and set a fresh pot of tea so as to have chia and a fatted coffee. All as warm as possible. Another cool, perhaps rainy day. Warm food cheers like little else. Good afternoon and day.
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The weather is playing a strong part. But getting out and doing, after an exceptionally long nearly complete downtime is playing it's part. I would say those are eighty percent, with the rest of it getting used to medicine. My muscles are still repairing, tight, burning sometimes.
My arms went from fourteen and an half to fifteen and an half inches around. With little to do, I entertain curiosity. I just happened to have recently measured my arms, so had a basis with which to compare. I am not sure how much growth is normal, or through what effort. I suspect that is a lot of growth though.
Sleeping on the floor is still a bit tough as well. I am continuing. I am ordering an inexpensive floor mat, when possible, to see if it makes such sleeping... easier. It... I don't know. As I remember, it took several months to get used to it, at tech school. Then it was really good. I'll have to decide if it is worth the struggle.
Blood sugar is still high, but sub two hundred and twelve points less than yesterday morning. I'll keep at it. The bloody nose lasted until bedtime. That is the longest bloody nose I remember. I had to stop taking aspirin weeks ago, because it was causing nearly daily bleeds. I hope this was just a fluke.
I'll let the ducks out, feed the girls, and set a fresh pot of tea so as to have chia and a fatted coffee. All as warm as possible. Another cool, perhaps rainy day. Warm food cheers like little else. Good afternoon and day.
Friday, September 20, 2019
A day of resting.
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A bit sore and tired. It has been raining every time I have listened or looked out. It may have stopped? If it had, by sound, it is back at it. Last time I checked it was ~45°. It was that temperature outside every time I checked. Indoors, the main and upstairs have been staying right at 67°~ 68°. Up front is and has been 63°.
Blood sugar, after a single dose and meal, dropped ninety nine points to 96 a few hours later. A few hours since then it is 95 without having had anything but plain tea. I have had a bloody nose for ten hours. It just won't stop. For a few hours, both were bleeding. And, no, I don't pick the thing, I use facial tissues. Odd, with humidity... it has to be high with this much rain.
A fatted tea, several ounces of cheese, and salami will be supper. I will test several hours later. I doubt if it will be high enough for another dose, which doesn't make sense. Even when on pure keto recently, I was needing 20 cc's three times a day. When I wrote differently, it was to not exceptions.
I wonder if being on full heart medicine is the difference. As mentioned, I don't believe I have diabetes. I think I have partial organ failure, like a rolling brownout, hitting whichever organ(s) my body thinks is up to taking the hit. It looks like diabetes, but medicine acts strangely. Heart medicine seems to be far more important.
Dinner time. Later, or good night.
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A bit sore and tired. It has been raining every time I have listened or looked out. It may have stopped? If it had, by sound, it is back at it. Last time I checked it was ~45°. It was that temperature outside every time I checked. Indoors, the main and upstairs have been staying right at 67°~ 68°. Up front is and has been 63°.
Blood sugar, after a single dose and meal, dropped ninety nine points to 96 a few hours later. A few hours since then it is 95 without having had anything but plain tea. I have had a bloody nose for ten hours. It just won't stop. For a few hours, both were bleeding. And, no, I don't pick the thing, I use facial tissues. Odd, with humidity... it has to be high with this much rain.
A fatted tea, several ounces of cheese, and salami will be supper. I will test several hours later. I doubt if it will be high enough for another dose, which doesn't make sense. Even when on pure keto recently, I was needing 20 cc's three times a day. When I wrote differently, it was to not exceptions.
I wonder if being on full heart medicine is the difference. As mentioned, I don't believe I have diabetes. I think I have partial organ failure, like a rolling brownout, hitting whichever organ(s) my body thinks is up to taking the hit. It looks like diabetes, but medicine acts strangely. Heart medicine seems to be far more important.
Dinner time. Later, or good night.
Late but awake.
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I woke at 7:30. Pulled the curtain, took a look outside. It didn't make sense, as if an artist based on the general palate of Picasso, using color rather than form had rendered the day. It was horrible, my mind closed back in around itself. I slept until Sassy braved the steps to know food is needed, and begging isn't above her proud lineage. That cat can sing for hours! Fine, and fie.
Ducks are let out. It is raining, and 45°, but they are ducks. I, for the last three days, have been getting one egg a day. Today I got three. Perfect, huge, a true eggshell to warm light golden, whole color. I think they had been molting, for an extended time. They probably can't lay for too long into winter? Who knows.
Blood sugar is high again, as usual. But it sub 200. It's only done that once since I messed up food, then did it again recently. I can easily have burgers, just no bun... and fish or chicken, just not with breading. I used to be able to do those in small amounts, but not on insulin. If I could keep up on fasting, that would be the better way. It isn't the difficulty involved, it is remembering.
Late awake. I will try to be to bed early tonight. I have been slipping. Brushing teeth is back on schedule, medicine is into a week, at least, since a miss... probably two weeks. It is nicely, regularly, cool. Sleeping on the floor is going well, and I am eating more regularly. If I could stay away from carbs... Later.
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I woke at 7:30. Pulled the curtain, took a look outside. It didn't make sense, as if an artist based on the general palate of Picasso, using color rather than form had rendered the day. It was horrible, my mind closed back in around itself. I slept until Sassy braved the steps to know food is needed, and begging isn't above her proud lineage. That cat can sing for hours! Fine, and fie.
Ducks are let out. It is raining, and 45°, but they are ducks. I, for the last three days, have been getting one egg a day. Today I got three. Perfect, huge, a true eggshell to warm light golden, whole color. I think they had been molting, for an extended time. They probably can't lay for too long into winter? Who knows.
Blood sugar is high again, as usual. But it sub 200. It's only done that once since I messed up food, then did it again recently. I can easily have burgers, just no bun... and fish or chicken, just not with breading. I used to be able to do those in small amounts, but not on insulin. If I could keep up on fasting, that would be the better way. It isn't the difficulty involved, it is remembering.
Late awake. I will try to be to bed early tonight. I have been slipping. Brushing teeth is back on schedule, medicine is into a week, at least, since a miss... probably two weeks. It is nicely, regularly, cool. Sleeping on the floor is going well, and I am eating more regularly. If I could stay away from carbs... Later.
Thursday, September 19, 2019
Tired and sore.
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I was asked if I could help yesterday. Maybe by ten. So... I woke at eight thirty, showered, and had a fatted tea by a quarter after nine. It didn't happen until past seventeen hundred. It ended up just being a ten minute job, but one that would have been thirty hard minutes solo. I considered it more a favor than work.
Actually slinging clays after was more exhausting than the work. Even so, it was good to get out. Will do so as possible. It was a good day to be out. And while the work was short, I know it helped. It is good to be considered useful. Even pitching clays and popping of a few rounds was good.
As noted, I am sore today. It is a good thing. The ducks and girls have been fed. I woke late, gravity was harsh this morning. I did get an alarm clock and it's radio signal device linked, set, and synced. I had been looking for the receiver for a while, then the small screwdriver set, then batteries, then... took forever to get it all together. Finally, everything together, the time, the energy. Had to just figure some things out, but done.
I was so tired last night I didn't brush my teeth. After brushing most nights for a year now, save short hard down times, missing is horrible. It will happen if I push too hard. Usually three times a day now, sometimes four. Brushed already. Would love to shower, to tired.
A fatted tea shortly, heating up chicken after that, then mostly resting today. Life is good. Later.
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I was asked if I could help yesterday. Maybe by ten. So... I woke at eight thirty, showered, and had a fatted tea by a quarter after nine. It didn't happen until past seventeen hundred. It ended up just being a ten minute job, but one that would have been thirty hard minutes solo. I considered it more a favor than work.
Actually slinging clays after was more exhausting than the work. Even so, it was good to get out. Will do so as possible. It was a good day to be out. And while the work was short, I know it helped. It is good to be considered useful. Even pitching clays and popping of a few rounds was good.
As noted, I am sore today. It is a good thing. The ducks and girls have been fed. I woke late, gravity was harsh this morning. I did get an alarm clock and it's radio signal device linked, set, and synced. I had been looking for the receiver for a while, then the small screwdriver set, then batteries, then... took forever to get it all together. Finally, everything together, the time, the energy. Had to just figure some things out, but done.
I was so tired last night I didn't brush my teeth. After brushing most nights for a year now, save short hard down times, missing is horrible. It will happen if I push too hard. Usually three times a day now, sometimes four. Brushed already. Would love to shower, to tired.
A fatted tea shortly, heating up chicken after that, then mostly resting today. Life is good. Later.
Tuesday, September 17, 2019
A bit weary.
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Given that medicine was just topped as to dosage a few days ago, and I did a bit of work out in the heat yesterday, plus I started sleeping on the floor a few days ago? Really, not bad. I am not as tired as I can be just on a worse general day. Now, I was crushed yesterday, by the time we finished. I recovered well, oddly. I've never done that well in my memory, since becoming ill. Ritalin, in tiny doses, made it resemble that, but at a serious price.
I couldn't work today. Probably not tomorrow. But I don't have a lot of pain. So weird. Oh, and I tanned, a lot. If the sun was out I would have burned. I need to wear long sleeves and a serious sun hat. Avoid the sun-blocker clothing. I will, and will advise it, bad stuff. No sun-blocker chems either. Mechanical, pant legs, long sleeves, layers if needed, gloves, and a good head covering.
I am able to game. And focus on shows when switching between the two. I can read with some reasonable clarity. A good day.
Blood sugar started out really high. A dose took it from 209 fasting to 131 several hours after food and a dose, then on to 102 with nothing else to eat or dose. Strange how that works sometimes. I have been struggling, with higher doses, lately. Work helps. But pizza should have... never mind. I am hoping chicken thaws. Will grill if so.
Today is very cool. The storm which toyed yesterday, preceded by a warm front, made more than a promise. Rain and cool temperatures. It was 40... something... this morning... eight or three or two? It is 65° currently, or so. I work much better in the cool to cold.
It's a good life, for as rough as it can be. I hope... opportunities expand. A bit more if, as, possible. I am seeing possibilities. Good day.
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Given that medicine was just topped as to dosage a few days ago, and I did a bit of work out in the heat yesterday, plus I started sleeping on the floor a few days ago? Really, not bad. I am not as tired as I can be just on a worse general day. Now, I was crushed yesterday, by the time we finished. I recovered well, oddly. I've never done that well in my memory, since becoming ill. Ritalin, in tiny doses, made it resemble that, but at a serious price.
I couldn't work today. Probably not tomorrow. But I don't have a lot of pain. So weird. Oh, and I tanned, a lot. If the sun was out I would have burned. I need to wear long sleeves and a serious sun hat. Avoid the sun-blocker clothing. I will, and will advise it, bad stuff. No sun-blocker chems either. Mechanical, pant legs, long sleeves, layers if needed, gloves, and a good head covering.
I am able to game. And focus on shows when switching between the two. I can read with some reasonable clarity. A good day.
Blood sugar started out really high. A dose took it from 209 fasting to 131 several hours after food and a dose, then on to 102 with nothing else to eat or dose. Strange how that works sometimes. I have been struggling, with higher doses, lately. Work helps. But pizza should have... never mind. I am hoping chicken thaws. Will grill if so.
Today is very cool. The storm which toyed yesterday, preceded by a warm front, made more than a promise. Rain and cool temperatures. It was 40... something... this morning... eight or three or two? It is 65° currently, or so. I work much better in the cool to cold.
It's a good life, for as rough as it can be. I hope... opportunities expand. A bit more if, as, possible. I am seeing possibilities. Good day.
Down late, up late.
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A few hours of work and I was afraid it would hurt to sleep and waking up. The fear kept me up. Strange but true. Well, that was part of it. The other two parts were the chemicals produced in my body to work and from working act as a pleasant stimulants, and it was still 75° well past 21:00.
I turned both ac's on before showering. While it was only 70° upstairs, with me in it, an added 2° to 4° isn't impossible. I was absolutely caked in salt. And in spite of having washed completely, and I do mean completely, yesterday morning, it was as if I hadn't showered in a week in the nethers. Not used to working. Anyway, after the shower and drying off, I actually only crashed because the internet stopped functioning. I know how to fix it, it... it was time to go to bed.
I left one ac on, the good one, said a short but solid prayer, and went to sleep. I didn't sleep quickly. I had to, gingerly, find the right several positions into which I could roll and lay painlessly, or more so, which took a bit to sort, then drift down through the various pains.
As I woke this morning, I came to consciousness as purposely slowly as possible. If I was in great pain, I didn't want that to flood all at once. If you have never been dead, you have no idea what waking into devastating pain, agony really, can truly be like. From my sojourn into quickening, I have learned to awaken about an organ at a time.
Actually, I am feeling a bit tight but... good. I was able to get off the floor easily. I took my time, and let my body take the easy way, which probably wasn't necessary. Still, no reason to push. I am awake and well. Sore to be sure, but little more than middling bad days after having done nothing. Clean, feeling pretty good, and satisfied in having helped complete a useful project. All good. Later.
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A few hours of work and I was afraid it would hurt to sleep and waking up. The fear kept me up. Strange but true. Well, that was part of it. The other two parts were the chemicals produced in my body to work and from working act as a pleasant stimulants, and it was still 75° well past 21:00.
I turned both ac's on before showering. While it was only 70° upstairs, with me in it, an added 2° to 4° isn't impossible. I was absolutely caked in salt. And in spite of having washed completely, and I do mean completely, yesterday morning, it was as if I hadn't showered in a week in the nethers. Not used to working. Anyway, after the shower and drying off, I actually only crashed because the internet stopped functioning. I know how to fix it, it... it was time to go to bed.
I left one ac on, the good one, said a short but solid prayer, and went to sleep. I didn't sleep quickly. I had to, gingerly, find the right several positions into which I could roll and lay painlessly, or more so, which took a bit to sort, then drift down through the various pains.
As I woke this morning, I came to consciousness as purposely slowly as possible. If I was in great pain, I didn't want that to flood all at once. If you have never been dead, you have no idea what waking into devastating pain, agony really, can truly be like. From my sojourn into quickening, I have learned to awaken about an organ at a time.
Actually, I am feeling a bit tight but... good. I was able to get off the floor easily. I took my time, and let my body take the easy way, which probably wasn't necessary. Still, no reason to push. I am awake and well. Sore to be sure, but little more than middling bad days after having done nothing. Clean, feeling pretty good, and satisfied in having helped complete a useful project. All good. Later.
Monday, September 16, 2019
Work!
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A neighbor needed an extra set of hands. Luckily I was awake and aware. Up a bit late, but good enough. He wanted to create a pen for his turkeys. He had a smaller, mobile, pen. It just wasn't enough. So he envisioned a 20' by 20' pen, as a run for his 5' by 7' mobile enclosure. A bit of work.
Pounding t posts, unrolling and wiring screening, in the 82° outdoors. Mostly cloudy, with a storm brewing, at least the direct sun wasn't hammering us. And fresh breezes helped. A long, for me, day. I was happy to help. I wasn't just hands. I helped idea-wise too. Further, our mechanical ideas are similar. If one of us thinks of a method, the other might well have stumbled on it in time. I think I surprised him a few times. Both with ideas and being johnny-on-the-spot with tools and parts.
It was good to work. I need to get my cold/hot drink containers cleaned and set up. He may ask for help in the future. I may even be taught to drive a tractor. I can't help much, but a few times a week, just to hold things, to get out. It is good, even just a bit. To think, to work, to help. I'd do it for pay if I could do it enough. It just... but I might be able to do a bit. Will see. The more difficult part is just being awake at the right times and aware of contact attempts.
I blistered and burned through those quickly. I must remember gloves. A great few hours anyway. Fried. Another shower, then gaming, then to bed early. Awesome.
Oh, blood sugar was 225 this morning. After breakfast and a standard dose, it dropped to 122. Had a few pieces of pizza for supper, it is up to 169 but I didn't have insulin. I'll dose as I head to the shower, check it in a few hours. Ac will be set to go, then turn it to fan as I go to sleep if it is cool enough. Later.
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A neighbor needed an extra set of hands. Luckily I was awake and aware. Up a bit late, but good enough. He wanted to create a pen for his turkeys. He had a smaller, mobile, pen. It just wasn't enough. So he envisioned a 20' by 20' pen, as a run for his 5' by 7' mobile enclosure. A bit of work.
Pounding t posts, unrolling and wiring screening, in the 82° outdoors. Mostly cloudy, with a storm brewing, at least the direct sun wasn't hammering us. And fresh breezes helped. A long, for me, day. I was happy to help. I wasn't just hands. I helped idea-wise too. Further, our mechanical ideas are similar. If one of us thinks of a method, the other might well have stumbled on it in time. I think I surprised him a few times. Both with ideas and being johnny-on-the-spot with tools and parts.
It was good to work. I need to get my cold/hot drink containers cleaned and set up. He may ask for help in the future. I may even be taught to drive a tractor. I can't help much, but a few times a week, just to hold things, to get out. It is good, even just a bit. To think, to work, to help. I'd do it for pay if I could do it enough. It just... but I might be able to do a bit. Will see. The more difficult part is just being awake at the right times and aware of contact attempts.
I blistered and burned through those quickly. I must remember gloves. A great few hours anyway. Fried. Another shower, then gaming, then to bed early. Awesome.
Oh, blood sugar was 225 this morning. After breakfast and a standard dose, it dropped to 122. Had a few pieces of pizza for supper, it is up to 169 but I didn't have insulin. I'll dose as I head to the shower, check it in a few hours. Ac will be set to go, then turn it to fan as I go to sleep if it is cool enough. Later.
Sunday, September 15, 2019
Perhaps.
.
.
Blood sugar is still pulling left... high, wrong, bad, that is. Again it started out at about 176, then after a lighter dose and fatted coffee plus several hours, it pushed to 196 again. After a bit more to eat, and a larger dose, it is down to 140. I plan on another, last, meal and another dose, possibly two more doses.
Last night I finally decided I had had enough. The cot, you see, has finally become too uncomfortable. It is made to handle nearly two hundred over my weight. However, I am... dense. Well overweight, but at 280 with a 38" waist and 52"~54" chest, it doesn't look (quite) as bad as it sounds. On the odd side, it means I more cut into the cot than am distributed over the whole thing.
I suspected the floor would end up being more comfortable. Still, I constructed the underlay with care, to include a powerful pillow under my lower calves. Elevated legs, docs asked for it, that has become a sleep thing since my first attempt at sleeping on the floor. Anyway, I wasn't too sure after settling in.
It ended being a much better sleep. I have aches, but fewer of them, milder pains, and in new spots. I suspect these will pass. It was far easier to roll. I probably didn't roll as often as I wanted, but I am not used to the allowance. Rolling on the cot was expensive, consumed too much energy, was difficult, and could be painful. As I get used to the freedom, I will use it. Getting up off the floor wasn't too bad, either. Oh, and I think Sam enjoyed it a lot more too. If, as is typical with women, she kept stealing MY BLANKETS! Human, feline, on some matters there is no difference!
Meds are going down well. A bit tired. More tired? No, if not exactly perky. If the sun is out, I'll open up. After a nap. I have trimmed the whiskers, now to shower and shave. I have been brushing my teeth again since starting medicine again. Cycles. Still a month off with nine or more months on at two to four times a day is far better than several times a week or even month. Heart medicine, when all was set, and while I can keep on it, really has allowed improvements.
Lunch then a nap? Sounds like a plan. Later.
.
Blood sugar is still pulling left... high, wrong, bad, that is. Again it started out at about 176, then after a lighter dose and fatted coffee plus several hours, it pushed to 196 again. After a bit more to eat, and a larger dose, it is down to 140. I plan on another, last, meal and another dose, possibly two more doses.
Last night I finally decided I had had enough. The cot, you see, has finally become too uncomfortable. It is made to handle nearly two hundred over my weight. However, I am... dense. Well overweight, but at 280 with a 38" waist and 52"~54" chest, it doesn't look (quite) as bad as it sounds. On the odd side, it means I more cut into the cot than am distributed over the whole thing.
I suspected the floor would end up being more comfortable. Still, I constructed the underlay with care, to include a powerful pillow under my lower calves. Elevated legs, docs asked for it, that has become a sleep thing since my first attempt at sleeping on the floor. Anyway, I wasn't too sure after settling in.
It ended being a much better sleep. I have aches, but fewer of them, milder pains, and in new spots. I suspect these will pass. It was far easier to roll. I probably didn't roll as often as I wanted, but I am not used to the allowance. Rolling on the cot was expensive, consumed too much energy, was difficult, and could be painful. As I get used to the freedom, I will use it. Getting up off the floor wasn't too bad, either. Oh, and I think Sam enjoyed it a lot more too. If, as is typical with women, she kept stealing MY BLANKETS! Human, feline, on some matters there is no difference!
Meds are going down well. A bit tired. More tired? No, if not exactly perky. If the sun is out, I'll open up. After a nap. I have trimmed the whiskers, now to shower and shave. I have been brushing my teeth again since starting medicine again. Cycles. Still a month off with nine or more months on at two to four times a day is far better than several times a week or even month. Heart medicine, when all was set, and while I can keep on it, really has allowed improvements.
Lunch then a nap? Sounds like a plan. Later.
Dream a little dream...
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Talking to giants. Who, you might ask? Michael, Desert Cat, Vox, and others. Readers, consumers really, and producers, of the very products about which the discussion was based. From, who... Heinlein, give or take, on up to today. The secret writers. Some from before, for scale, with an ear to history, into literary homage. It was a wonderful experience, if more as a child, literarily, somehow seated at the big people's table.
Oh, I had heard of their beloved masters of science fiction, prose, poetry, and horror. I had, for one reason or another, rejected most. There were a few jewels I wouldn't fully reject, flaws and all. Hemingway, and a few others. Still, the regaling of stories and tidbits about authors, bringing the dead quick if but for a brief moment while giving the living an elevated status. The nature of storytelling the more vivid through obvious adoption amongst the devotees.
On it went until the spun bottle landed in my direction, for the third time... fourth, fifth? No longer was a claim of ignorance, self-denial, or other attempts at evasion or subterfuge allowed. Showed theirs, the price was to show mine. Yes, I had seen this coming, like a cat stuck in a ripe river, heading to a fall. For some things... the dignity of some events can never be granted, only seen or not by the beholders.
I explained my problem. I was, literarily, for the most part, if happily, stuck in another time. Poe, Twain... Clemens... Leghorne boy,I say boy, William Blake, Swinburne, but less, as with they, the common tripe fed the masses. At least we held that in familiar. Our tastes had required stepping out of the daily bread? Perhaps in more ways than one. If the Hellfire crüe had a literary component? As we say... deny... so it was, or wasn't.
No, I said. I refuted modern literary. Couldn't, wouldn't, tolerate. Still, far from innocent. Merely, my whiter shade of pale came from, or went into, a different form of the arts, namely music. In that I drowned, addressed, expressed, exalted, my sins. I explored my rejection of masculine duty, Godly obedience, rage and other hungers. I lost myself, threw myself away to or in the music, as if swimming into the sea with no intention of returning.
Somewhere, out there, I... came to my senses. I once again fell in love with the simple notion of the naked man and woman. I found, if not what I had thought had been my home, a new and better home... if one I cannot go to... not yet. I saw God not in but beyond the distortion, though in time I realized He is there too. He isn't a party to dissonance, He simply cannot be erased by it.
From Avenged Sevenfold, Wolfe to Epica, Monster Magnet to Mötörhead, to groups and people who have no names or have names which make no sense, I have crawled across the psychic and spiritual killing floor to a place divine. It isn't for me yet, but it is waiting. That... is the story of my stories. What a dream...
.
Talking to giants. Who, you might ask? Michael, Desert Cat, Vox, and others. Readers, consumers really, and producers, of the very products about which the discussion was based. From, who... Heinlein, give or take, on up to today. The secret writers. Some from before, for scale, with an ear to history, into literary homage. It was a wonderful experience, if more as a child, literarily, somehow seated at the big people's table.
Oh, I had heard of their beloved masters of science fiction, prose, poetry, and horror. I had, for one reason or another, rejected most. There were a few jewels I wouldn't fully reject, flaws and all. Hemingway, and a few others. Still, the regaling of stories and tidbits about authors, bringing the dead quick if but for a brief moment while giving the living an elevated status. The nature of storytelling the more vivid through obvious adoption amongst the devotees.
On it went until the spun bottle landed in my direction, for the third time... fourth, fifth? No longer was a claim of ignorance, self-denial, or other attempts at evasion or subterfuge allowed. Showed theirs, the price was to show mine. Yes, I had seen this coming, like a cat stuck in a ripe river, heading to a fall. For some things... the dignity of some events can never be granted, only seen or not by the beholders.
I explained my problem. I was, literarily, for the most part, if happily, stuck in another time. Poe, Twain... Clemens... Leghorne boy,I say boy, William Blake, Swinburne, but less, as with they, the common tripe fed the masses. At least we held that in familiar. Our tastes had required stepping out of the daily bread? Perhaps in more ways than one. If the Hellfire crüe had a literary component? As we say... deny... so it was, or wasn't.
No, I said. I refuted modern literary. Couldn't, wouldn't, tolerate. Still, far from innocent. Merely, my whiter shade of pale came from, or went into, a different form of the arts, namely music. In that I drowned, addressed, expressed, exalted, my sins. I explored my rejection of masculine duty, Godly obedience, rage and other hungers. I lost myself, threw myself away to or in the music, as if swimming into the sea with no intention of returning.
Somewhere, out there, I... came to my senses. I once again fell in love with the simple notion of the naked man and woman. I found, if not what I had thought had been my home, a new and better home... if one I cannot go to... not yet. I saw God not in but beyond the distortion, though in time I realized He is there too. He isn't a party to dissonance, He simply cannot be erased by it.
From Avenged Sevenfold, Wolfe to Epica, Monster Magnet to Mötörhead, to groups and people who have no names or have names which make no sense, I have crawled across the psychic and spiritual killing floor to a place divine. It isn't for me yet, but it is waiting. That... is the story of my stories. What a dream...
Saturday, September 14, 2019
Odder still.
.
.
With starting back on the highest dose of the most potent of my heart medication I expected... hmm... less. While I have been hollow to the bone lately, unable to clean, play games, or even watch programs for more than fifteen minutes to an half hour at a time, there is worse. Forgetting I even exist. You have... no idea. For hours, days, weeks, months, even a year at a time.
I... expected that today. I was pleasantly surprised. I wasn't able to work, but I was able to watch shows and game. Rather than drifting through the web, blindly following strange paths, I was able to look around, find things that interested me, watch several episodes (of Babylon 5) at a time, and game well, even past a major setback.
I am hoping to clear litter, get a shower and shave in, if not much more. Trash, perhaps recycling as well, tomorrow. Dishes as well, unless the meds blindside me. Not much, just a bit. I may also see about some laundry. It is possible, if tomorrow is anything like today.
Blood sugar is back in trim. It started out higher at 176, then to 186 after food and a higher dose. Then 94 after my last meal and a smaller dose. I was in part experimenting, in part going with my gut, on that last dose. It is at 125 several hours after my last meal and dose. Finally, it is improving. So strange how high it will stay after a minor mistake. Though I haven't been punished this severely for such a minor infraction... ever. Yeah, well...
A bit of a headache, so a fistful of aspirin. I don't want to struggle sleeping tonight. Still... pleased with the day. I have some hope for tomorrow. I finally called my mother. Will try to call my brother Monday. I'm not the best, I have been messing up calling my mother as well. I'll... keep at it. Good night, probably.
.
With starting back on the highest dose of the most potent of my heart medication I expected... hmm... less. While I have been hollow to the bone lately, unable to clean, play games, or even watch programs for more than fifteen minutes to an half hour at a time, there is worse. Forgetting I even exist. You have... no idea. For hours, days, weeks, months, even a year at a time.
I... expected that today. I was pleasantly surprised. I wasn't able to work, but I was able to watch shows and game. Rather than drifting through the web, blindly following strange paths, I was able to look around, find things that interested me, watch several episodes (of Babylon 5) at a time, and game well, even past a major setback.
I am hoping to clear litter, get a shower and shave in, if not much more. Trash, perhaps recycling as well, tomorrow. Dishes as well, unless the meds blindside me. Not much, just a bit. I may also see about some laundry. It is possible, if tomorrow is anything like today.
Blood sugar is back in trim. It started out higher at 176, then to 186 after food and a higher dose. Then 94 after my last meal and a smaller dose. I was in part experimenting, in part going with my gut, on that last dose. It is at 125 several hours after my last meal and dose. Finally, it is improving. So strange how high it will stay after a minor mistake. Though I haven't been punished this severely for such a minor infraction... ever. Yeah, well...
A bit of a headache, so a fistful of aspirin. I don't want to struggle sleeping tonight. Still... pleased with the day. I have some hope for tomorrow. I finally called my mother. Will try to call my brother Monday. I'm not the best, I have been messing up calling my mother as well. I'll... keep at it. Good night, probably.
Improvements.
.
.
Aches and pains have gone. For the first morning in... weeks? a month? I am waking without sore ribs, an achy back, and other complaints. A few days ago, I pulled a foot stool out, and have been using it. From the use of it, I have been adjusting how I sit from time to time. Perhaps that is it?
It was 66° upstairs all night. I check when I wake. It was 67° this morning, downstairs in the main, 64° up front. Outside it is 41°. An all around pleasant morning, as I chart things. I don't need a long sleeve t, or pj bottoms, to sleep. And just one blanket still. However, I will set the other blankets up, in case a real chill slips in. I do need more on in the day. I am working on layering.
Blood sugar, while a bit high after a few experimental and poor food choices, is within my normal. At 176 fasting, down from as high as 326 two days ago. It... doesn't matter what packaging says. A hint though? If something tastes suspiciously sweet? Stop eating right there. I have to suspect the FDA and Ag are in on allowing lies.
What I don't get is why Orientals don't have diabetes. The Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, and the rest, consume the majority of their foods as rice. White rice at that. Some suggest it is due to the smaller volumes consumed. But that doesn't make sense. They are smaller people.
From what I have seen, they eat a similar caloric intake by body weight, save NorKs, though all of their calories are rice. Then again, perhaps they simply don't treat, so count, certain afflictions? When the government is in charge of medical care, it decides who, and what, to treat... and asses. Perhaps diabetes is considered a personal problem?
Anyway. It seems a better day. That... may not last. I didn't have enough 6.25 mg carvedilol tabs. So I went full dose early. I will be hitting full dose this morning. Will see. Perhaps the nosebleed, sometimes literally, dose I am already on will make this addition less of a stress. Later.
.
Aches and pains have gone. For the first morning in... weeks? a month? I am waking without sore ribs, an achy back, and other complaints. A few days ago, I pulled a foot stool out, and have been using it. From the use of it, I have been adjusting how I sit from time to time. Perhaps that is it?
It was 66° upstairs all night. I check when I wake. It was 67° this morning, downstairs in the main, 64° up front. Outside it is 41°. An all around pleasant morning, as I chart things. I don't need a long sleeve t, or pj bottoms, to sleep. And just one blanket still. However, I will set the other blankets up, in case a real chill slips in. I do need more on in the day. I am working on layering.
Blood sugar, while a bit high after a few experimental and poor food choices, is within my normal. At 176 fasting, down from as high as 326 two days ago. It... doesn't matter what packaging says. A hint though? If something tastes suspiciously sweet? Stop eating right there. I have to suspect the FDA and Ag are in on allowing lies.
What I don't get is why Orientals don't have diabetes. The Chinese, Japanese, Koreans, and the rest, consume the majority of their foods as rice. White rice at that. Some suggest it is due to the smaller volumes consumed. But that doesn't make sense. They are smaller people.
From what I have seen, they eat a similar caloric intake by body weight, save NorKs, though all of their calories are rice. Then again, perhaps they simply don't treat, so count, certain afflictions? When the government is in charge of medical care, it decides who, and what, to treat... and asses. Perhaps diabetes is considered a personal problem?
Anyway. It seems a better day. That... may not last. I didn't have enough 6.25 mg carvedilol tabs. So I went full dose early. I will be hitting full dose this morning. Will see. Perhaps the nosebleed, sometimes literally, dose I am already on will make this addition less of a stress. Later.
Friday, September 13, 2019
A tough week.
.
.
I keep hoping for improvement. Always tired, usually sore. Blood sugar has gone crazy. I ate a few things of a questionable nature, if technically within carb count, labelled as having no sugar. Can't believe labels. I am lowering it, slowly. In a few days I will begin checking blood pressure. If it is pretty stable but higher, I will stop checking until a week or two into the last dose increase.
It was down to 64° upstairs, five feet from me, 66° close to me, with only an interior fan going. With long and short sleeve t's as a pj top, in unders, one blanket was perfect. It is a warmer blanket, and still, that one was enough was good. I did add a quilt later, just for a bit. Sleep was actually quite good. It was as good as it gets.
As I came downstairs, I found the furnace running. It is set for 66°. I was surprised it wasn't running yesterday, so I can't say I was surprised. I will leave it at 66° until the outside is dangerous, to me. Then I like more of a store of warmth inside in case the furnace goes out. Then, 70° to 72°, in the main. It will be a lot cooler elsewhere.
I went to let the ducks out. They were already out. I am almost certain I put them away last night? At first I couldn't find them. Then it looked as if only three were there. The fourth appeared and all was good. I didn't do much else, but their feed has been shielded, placed in a barrel with a lid. Plastic for now. Mice had figured how to get into open bins. Quite a jump, both in and out, but they did it.
A nap, I do believe. Later.
.
I keep hoping for improvement. Always tired, usually sore. Blood sugar has gone crazy. I ate a few things of a questionable nature, if technically within carb count, labelled as having no sugar. Can't believe labels. I am lowering it, slowly. In a few days I will begin checking blood pressure. If it is pretty stable but higher, I will stop checking until a week or two into the last dose increase.
It was down to 64° upstairs, five feet from me, 66° close to me, with only an interior fan going. With long and short sleeve t's as a pj top, in unders, one blanket was perfect. It is a warmer blanket, and still, that one was enough was good. I did add a quilt later, just for a bit. Sleep was actually quite good. It was as good as it gets.
As I came downstairs, I found the furnace running. It is set for 66°. I was surprised it wasn't running yesterday, so I can't say I was surprised. I will leave it at 66° until the outside is dangerous, to me. Then I like more of a store of warmth inside in case the furnace goes out. Then, 70° to 72°, in the main. It will be a lot cooler elsewhere.
I went to let the ducks out. They were already out. I am almost certain I put them away last night? At first I couldn't find them. Then it looked as if only three were there. The fourth appeared and all was good. I didn't do much else, but their feed has been shielded, placed in a barrel with a lid. Plastic for now. Mice had figured how to get into open bins. Quite a jump, both in and out, but they did it.
A nap, I do believe. Later.
Thursday, September 12, 2019
A deal has been struck.
.
.
I was dithering as to whether to increase medicine or not. I have decided to hold that off for two more weeks. While I am not working even every other day, necessarily, I am working two days a week, slightly more as little tasks are done randomly, as possible. Given the weather, medicine, and crazy diabetes numbers, I am doing what I can.
It was down to 64° this morning, upstairs. I had an interior fan and, again an ac fan, on through the night. Fresh air and the cool temps made for superior sleep. I must be acclimating to the cool swiftly, as a t, unders, and one blanket was quite warm enough. I had to kick out of the blanket occasionally, only to need to bundle back in later. So is the lot of a furless bear.
I slept many hours, again. I think yesterday wore me out, more than anything. I am hoping to do some work today. A few small loads of dishes, folding some clothes, an setting up a new feed barrel, with a lid. It is cool, around 50° around 9:00, an hour and change ago, outside. It is 68° in the main, 63° up front. What I consider the beginning of clothes weather... socks, real shoes, and pants anyway.
Ugh. Not moving fast. A nap before work, probably. Later.
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I was dithering as to whether to increase medicine or not. I have decided to hold that off for two more weeks. While I am not working even every other day, necessarily, I am working two days a week, slightly more as little tasks are done randomly, as possible. Given the weather, medicine, and crazy diabetes numbers, I am doing what I can.
It was down to 64° this morning, upstairs. I had an interior fan and, again an ac fan, on through the night. Fresh air and the cool temps made for superior sleep. I must be acclimating to the cool swiftly, as a t, unders, and one blanket was quite warm enough. I had to kick out of the blanket occasionally, only to need to bundle back in later. So is the lot of a furless bear.
I slept many hours, again. I think yesterday wore me out, more than anything. I am hoping to do some work today. A few small loads of dishes, folding some clothes, an setting up a new feed barrel, with a lid. It is cool, around 50° around 9:00, an hour and change ago, outside. It is 68° in the main, 63° up front. What I consider the beginning of clothes weather... socks, real shoes, and pants anyway.
Ugh. Not moving fast. A nap before work, probably. Later.
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