Grumpy?

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Not really.

A trip to SLC can cripple me for days.  If the temp increases a few degrees, even when sleep is desperately needed and greatly desired, I can't sleep.  If the temps decrease a few degrees, or it gets cloudy, I may end up sleeping longer, days at a time.  If anything changes, I might collapse into a heap.  Sometimes that will happen for no reason at all.

I am dying, so very slowly.  There is no recovery.  They know it, I know it.  Still, probably for political reasons, they keep denying social security.  I have considered abandoning or selling the house, but rent would be similar, only privacy would be even worse than it is now.  If I am working on regaining privacy.

No, I am stuck.  Unless I chose to just sell, or try to sell, then disappear.  Living out of a pack is a hard thing.  Irresponsible, in my condition.  Then again, living on my own isn't wise.  The options aren't good though, as to living with others.  People are dangerously hungry these days.  Kill you for a dollar.

It's a tough day, week.  I, once, tried to disbelieve.  I failed.  While I too live in a world of pain, I have chosen against pain treatment.  Aspirin, max, if rarely even then.  I know where he is at.  Honestly, it is a lonely place.  And people wish to leave you.  I understand.  I do.  It is difficult to watch someone else die, especially a slow grinding painful useless death.  It isn't a test, it is an opportunity.

The world is going very wrong.

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Politics has always been dirty.  It has always been about money.  Actual open markets, where prices and costs are truly based on market pressures, needs, and wants, not central bankers and central planners setting prices based on politics and kickbacks as much as gambling with commodities, is gone.

Beyond, the forces which kept open markets in play have lost or sold out.  Capitalists are gone, replaced by crony capitalists... socialists really, and outright communists.  Why the switch.  In part to avoid competition.  If a communist or fascist government chooses a winner, that is that.  It is a safe bet, if you think you are large enough to keep your name at the top of the list, then become too big to fail.

When politics is reduced to the left and the right, excluding Christianity, real free thinking, and individualism, and cultural and actual civil rights, politics is reduced to socialism and communism.  And the further truth is that communism, at that point, unless there are external powers which could interfere, always wins in time.  It is the best of the worst.

America used to be the outside force.  Currently we have three political forces.  There are dems and republicans, if pretty much in agreement on most things, only differing in who gets the crumbs and who gets the lion's shares.  It used to be that dems were the socialists as redistributionists and reps the fascists as crony capitalists, once both parties turned against America and Americans.  Now they are both deeper crony capitalists.

And then there is Trump.  He is an anachronism.  A dem from before the party became a globalist asset.  I think there were a few like him in the 70s still.  If most of us, me even as a kid, knew they were rubes.  No one was so naive to believe dems of even the 70s weren't socialist anti-Americans.  Trump?

He's not a... complete rube.  I'd like to say he isn't a rube at all, but... I can't, not fully.  He thinks he has allies, some control.  The only reason he hasn't been shot or impeached is because his enemies are currently using him as a pawn, to be the target of mutual enemies.  It's a dangerous game he plays.  But he is a socialist too, just a pro-American one.

It isn't just politics.  Big business has become either Chinese or global fascist.  They want government(s) too allow them their excesses, help or allow them to destroy competition, and buy from or through them.  And, they will get it.  Until the governments become a government and takes them over.  At this point, I don't think there is a way out.  And, if you notice, they will destroy you.  Yes, they will.

Dentist, yesterday.

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Whiter, but worse?  By some measures yes.  A few recommendations as to ho to improve.  The easy one is to spend time brushing at a 45º angle near the roots.  Oh, I was told that taking plaque (is it) off my teeth is strangely pleasant.  A guy has to be good for something!   Much whiter this time.  Without any actually whitening specific processes.

I had a keto burger.  Messy, but it worked.  In-N-Out burgers, without buns, fries, or soda.  I had my homebrew tea.  The thermos works well.  I dump and clean it at the end of the day, refill it for next time.  I have two 40's and two 24 ouncers.  An igloo with ice, some dry tea along, a way to make tea, and I could keep in right fluids indefinitely.  When travelling I drink less, 40s last a whole day, 24s would do a half day hike.  A light trek.

On the way home, I stopped for a trim.  Short, but not a flattop.  Easier to work with, I'll see how it goes.  Feels good.  Then shopping.  Groceries.  I went a bit out of keto trim.  Grapes and potatoes.  The rest was fine, from cheeses to salami, real meats, avocado, salad makings, and cabbage.

I grilled some inexpensive steak-like cuts, a potato, and beets.  It's been so long since I have had a real meal, I didn't mind the splurge.  I'll back off from now on, after finishing the grapes.  I'll still have potato a couple times a week, but half, and not with other treats, such as grapes.  Still, a very good meal.  Plus, if a splurge is at hand, fruit or potatoes is far better.  Though yams, real ones, would be better yet.

I called my brother, twice.  Left a message.  Called my mom, got through.  A busy, tiring, full day.  I am hoping to get to the post, pull and put up garden hoses, rake some, and maybe clean the bathroom?  Goals.  It has warmed, to the 60ºs, maybe 70ºs?  I'll take it.  Good morning, day, and... whatnot.

Someone.

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Someone watches.  Sees.  Knows.  Remembers...  Terrifies.

They even remembered the Rules.

Wonders.

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I used to think women... what... had sympathy, for well blooded warriors?

I have changed my mind.  It, I think now, is a sort of empathy... from the feminine side of a very bloody hard world.  I am almost sure.  My... sacrifices, besides creating empathy also creates a hunger, a yearning, for the very thing which drives their empathy.  I... see it.  And in ways few men can... a blessed curse.

I see them, here, now.  Showing what I believe I see.  Music to my ears.  Mercy.

Ah, I see.

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Would rather not, sometimes.  Go away, or bleed too.

Up with the first alarm.

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Down at 17:00, awake first time at midnight.  I hadn't set the alarms as I was sure I would be awake earlier.  But that was too early, if more because of business hours than need for sleep.  Although that was a bit tight on sleep.  Just a bit.  I always have problems waking later after a really good wake though.  So I set the alarms.

Three strange dreams, if only two are remembered.
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In the first, I was observing the life of a young woman in England during the reign of one of the earlier queens.  I just couldn't figure out which one.  It was as if that information was being kept from me.  She was nobility, married to another, an officer in the military, off somewhere in one of the many British exploits.

She had just found out she was pregnant.  But the world seemed to have just turned against her.  From her doctor to family and personal friends she had stopped being in favor.  When they couldn't escape her company, their cruelty was terrible, and just when she needed them most.  Her family, while they still loved her, seemed resigned to her ill fate.

She realized something awful had happened.  She simply had no idea what.  Had her husband done something unforgivable?  Had she made a greater noble angry?  She had only ever and just been in the queens presence twice, from afar.  She began to inquire.

It was the queen.  For whatever reason the queen had taken a dislike, then uttered that she, the young woman, would be better off dead.  And that was that.  With a casual scant sentence, her death sentence had been given.  It seems no reprieve for being with child would be granted.  But why?  Because she was queen and said so.

She realized, if she didn't die soon, her husband and birth kin would begin to pay.  Her friends might already be suffering.  So she began willing herself to death.  Without suicide, but with a fierce will, her and her unborn baby were dead within months.  It really seemed true.  Anyone who ever thinks royalty and nobility is the way is a fool.  The nobility did similar to peasants.
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In the next dream I seemed to stumble through life.  Visiting family, travelling, doing some work including with a chainsaw.  As well, parachuting... if I had to have the parachute thrown to me out of the plane.  How do you forget a parachute?  The main problem is that I was naked.  I just couldn't find clothes.

The majority of the dream was seeking clothes.  I wasn't ashamed, mostly just annoyed.  Finally, visiting my mom, hoping she had some of my clothes, she had a stack of clean clothes, underwear, socks, jeans, a shirt or two, all of it, freshly cleaned, ready to go.
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There was a short dream between those.  I was sure I would remember that one.  Nope!
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Still not feeling well this morning.  I can't say what is wrong.  Sometimes it feels like the flu, sometimes it feels like I was a seal pup on fur gathering day, sometimes both.  And I haven't even really waken enough to sort things out yet.  Fresh tea is going.  A handful of aspirin will be going down as well.  Later.

Keto bread.

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No nap, or work, not even a shower.  Yet?  But lunch, with an add, bread.

Actually I ended up trying two recipes.  The first one might have worked, but I forgot a main ingredient.  I didn't realize my mistake, so went looking for a better recipe.  To be honest, I am glad I bungled the first recipe.  The next one just seemed better.  I went without cheese or spices other than onion and garlic powders and a bit of salt.

Not feeling well.

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Tired, flu type achiness, a mild headache, just not well.  Blood sugar is good.  I still need to take medicine.  I have had a bite to eat, shortly after waking.  I turned the heat up.  And the cats have been tended.  Ducks, then a shower.  Really, not bad.  I have done well.  It just doesn't seem to matter.

I will try to keep working on things.  I may need a nap.  It is such a good day, otherwise.  I just can't seem to get things to work out.  Ducks, the minor dishes, then a nap.  A shower and shave after, then garden hoses up.  They should be clear.  Oh, and then to make room for one vehicle in the garage... probably the car, as that is the only one I can drive for the moment.

Then?  Dishes and the bathroom, if possible.  Later.

A good sleep.

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Still a bit achy.  Whatever you might think, I pushed things early this week.  The costs take time in payment and it comes out of my hide, or deeper.  It was so easy to work though!  I thought maybe, just maybe, I was getting better.  There is still a chance that is true.  Perhaps my body simply needs to get in shape.  Which is a catch 22 itself though.

No worries.  I am hoping to get a shower, maybe a shave, then start a new day... week. A few dishes starting out, fried eggs to start the day, a shower and shave, getting dressed right, then a time for waking as I contemplate the rest of the day.  I could put the last group of dishes in too.  The dishes I am doing are a few meal dishes and pan.  The others need a long hot soak.

I heard the alarm at three.  Turned it off cold.  I went to bed at eighteen hundred, slept through.  Then I realized it is garbage day.  I don't have but a bag of trash, but it should be recycling day too, and that does need to go.  Ever notice, if you attempt a good conscience, you can't sleep through chores?  Some think that can't be true with me.  They just don't understand the obliviousness that can come from living so close to death.  It isn't that I ignore.  It is that I am intellectually unaware or I am physically unable to act... the latter being the worst.  Ignorance really is bliss... unless you eventually become aware.  Being a cripple is a horror of conscience.

So, up at four, a small group of breakfast dishes set, a spot of fresh tea going, plans for a shower after the first fatted coffee, blogging and waking, with a shower and recycling next.  Actually, I will get the trash to the bin... only one bag so it won't go to the curb... then take the recycling to the curb, as I prepare coffee.  Then sit to wake before doing the rest.  Eggs at dawn, feed the cats then as well, then another waking session until eight or nine.  Then getting food and water for the ducks.

Perhaps I could get the bins set up as roosts for the ducks today.  And maybe put the plow on?  Will see.  A few aspirin this morning.  I don't hurt as much as I have, but more work on the way and it is good to manage pain at the start.  I have to reset medicine too.  Always something more to do!  Later.

Cool, not cold.

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It is in the mid forties.  It was 28º when feeding the ducks this morning, very possibly the low for the day, at least so far.  I was surprised one of the hens continues to lay.  A big golden brown egg a day.  Checking water is the real trick, if it doesn't look like they drink much.  Or bath.  Still, I will keep it open to them.

I thawed a few packs of older ground lamb and beef, the last of it.  I added a few eggs, some almond flower, and spices.  Separating the bulk into patties, which were then grilled.  Bland, plain, but food.  I'll slowly eat that with... whatever else I can find.  I added cream cheese to one patty, didn't help.  Truly bland.  I will try to find a way to use it to more flavorful dining.

I also purchased potted meats to try early this summer.  While technically keto, they are difficult to eat.  I have lightly sought recipes in which to use those.  But, really, they are made for slathering on white bread until death from diabetes or cardiac arrest.  Some of the keto flat breads and pitas I put out to dry, with the weather change hitting so fast and hard, became crackers.  I may try adding mayo, possibly mustard, and using the keto crackers as a base.  Highly acidic too, like most instant coffees... I went with lower acid dehydrated coffee, but it doesn't have much caffeine bang.  At least it doesn't feel like I ate glass.  I'll work on potted meats that way.

I am down to... whatever I have and not much of it.  Not a lot of choice.  Can't turn up my nose unless I really can't eat it.  Although I do have to stay away from candy.  Cream is very good, but there is something about liquids that just don't quite make a meal.  I need to work on sauces and gravies.  I have homemade beef broth, and keto flour alternatives, now to find recipes that work for me.  That would cut how much meat would be needed.  Ugh.

Later.

A good start.

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Mostly.  Blood sugar is way off.  But I keep eating poorly.  Then again, I am out of real food and mostly broke.  I need to do some very careful shopping, then watch everything.  Last month I purchased full size candy bars for Halloween.  Yeah.  But I am done.  I have had three, could have been worse.  Fatted drinks and eggs only go just so far.  Meat, at least for me, is required.

The long acting insulin is pretty awful.  I keep waking up too hot.  That is with going to bed with diabetes in check.  Which also means using more fast acting insulin, if in part due to diet.  I don't want to call it off until I get back on keto, get back into ketosis, and remain there for a week or two.  So, shopping, soon.  Cabbage and a few veggies, plus meat and butter.  Ugh.  I'll have to be stingy and careful.  May have to do longer fasts as well, if I can't take insulin while fasting.

I am not sure when I went to bed?  I think 17:00, give or take.  But I woke several times, getting up for a short while at least once.  I was too hot, internally.  I set the alarms for 3:00 and 5:00.  I turned off the 3:00 alarm immediately, but woke at 4:00 and turned off the 5:00 alarm as I woke quickly right then.  Just the way it goes.

It is right at 56º upstairs.  I must admit to being quite comfortable at that.  Humidity dropped, and that 10% to 20% drop is exacerbated by the forty to fifty degree sudden drop in temperature.  I am surprised I am not suffering massive bleeds, nose bleeds.  Daily, mostly, showers might be the cure?  After a day off yesterday, I'll get another shower in today.  Shorter, if they are going to be more regular.  I would like to get to four showers and a bath, as has gone lately.  I just need to exchange one shower for a bath.

Dreamed of having a call with one of two friends still living, last I knew, from the service.  A man I offered advise regarding staying celibate with his woman until after marriage.  It wasn't perfect, but it... was as close as they could get.  My... knowledge was... instrumental.  Further, I am certain, when things (tm) become... complicated... it is good to have alternatives, in marriage.  I taught both of them, hands off of course, much more than school can probably imagine.  There is science and there is art of sex.  Mix, and that is my area.  Life is messy, clean it up?

I won't try to reconnect.  I will just remember, as well as I may.  Praying they are still alive, still together, perhaps by now with grand or great grand kids.  She was a doll and he was one of the good guys.  People I would like to have found a way to emulate.  I hope life hasn't become... complicated, or worse.  Still, a good dream.  I have known a few good folk.  Best to keep some distance.

Good morning.  Later.

Pretty cool for October.

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I've seen frost.  I may have seen these temperatures, it was 21º at the coolest I saw it this morning... it was 24º before dawn.  But I haven't seen such a hard long cold snap so early.  I will be checking on water for the ducks twice a day, as possible.  Even when it gets up to the mid forties during the day... if it does... it doesn't thaw anything.  The ground, I suspect, is getting cold, holding it.

I have already been out, opened the water for them.  May check three times a day sometimes.  The cold doesn't bother them, but no water does.  They do prefer chick feed.  But I am running out of that.  They will just have to eat pellets... like the rest of us.  I'd love to give them their preference, but this month they are eating, I am not.  They are already ahead.

It must be... I don't know... extra cold out there?  A breeze or wind?  The furnace is struggling.  I can feel the strange extra chill.  It's already winter here, now.  I am still hoping for even a short warm spell but...  well hope is what it is, no more.  It is often the currency for the hopeless.

No shower today.  I need a break.  Tomorrow.  So no dishes.  Hmm, though there aren't very many dishes?  So, maybe, if I can wake and warm up!  Ugh.  It would be good to have those clear.  I really have improved a few areas.  I would sure like to do more, and stay ahead.  Turn my cave into a house, then on into a home.  If... I could just wake, and stay awake for long enough.

Later.

Saturday already.

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With only a few days a month requiring acknowledgement and specific action, what the word "Saturday" actually means.  Paired with Sunday, if to a lesser extent, it means some limits and some accesses.  I am trying to normalize as is possible with the rest of civilization.  Which means, to me, trying to work heavier during the week, and do certain things on the weekend... yard work is weekend work, for example.

I don't know that I can work today.  I really overdid it recently.  Then slept too hard, not rolling as I usually do, complicating it all.  There isn't a muscle group left untouched.  My ribs and lungs were abused well.  Even my heart feels tired.  The only thing not whining or outright screaming in pain, is my back.  Sleeping on the floor isn't perfect, but it has it's advantages.

I worked with a few more hoses yesterday.  All are, should be, drained.  Sprinklers are up.  Wait, there is another out there.  Putting up the drained hoses and last sprinkler should be possible.  The questionable part would be raking.  I am not even sure if there is anything down to rake.  I'll check.  Another option would be changing the mower deck for the plow blade.  The youngling has been doing that, but I... he will be going sooner or later.  I best...  If it weren't for my size, I... even then it is difficult.  I would hate to be a small man, even just my age.  With my health conditions though too?  Twice as brutal, four times?  Size... mitigates.

I went down a quarterish before seventeen hundred.  A good push into the afternoon. I woke a bit after twenty three hundred, but was able to stay down to a quarterish to midnight.  To hot.  Usually I take pj bottoms off.  Socks almost always have to go.  A t and unders or equivalent.  Even at 57º up there.  I have very good blankets.  Not many, but as good as they make.

I think this is my body getting used to the slow acting insulin.  I am drinking plain tea, and won't eat, for a few more hours.  I want fasting to be eight hours.  I didn't eat after fifteen hundred, at the latest.  My plan gives me eight plus an extra hour.  Always go a little over, if possible?

Oh, and something else I am trying.  My preferred sweetener, perhaps, dehydrates down to a concentrated form, which causes a strong insulin spike.  I tried plastic wrap over the bottle, with accesses for the dropper.  That proved both messy and ineffectual.  So, I am keeping to a small dropper bottle and keeping it in a sealable ziploc type bag.  So far it seems to help.  As well, I completely wash the bottle and dropper before every refill.  I am careful with how much is used, and don't use it during fasting... for now.  If my new methodology works, I may be able to use it any time, as it was advertised.

On to waking.  Good morning, day, and night, still, actually.

Rest is good.

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Cats and ducks tended.  A bit to eat from time to time.  Medicines of various forms, and blood checks.  I should add bp checks.  My initial bp test at the V.A. was 140/100, which I thought was pretty good.  They put me on a machine which ran it five times over ten minutes.  The lowest was 114/79, with an average of 128/85.  Pulse was high though.  Anyway, I should start doing bp at home again.

A shower this morning.  If I am going to take one- I should do it right away.  If I can get another shower tomorrow, I will get going on dishes.  If nothing else, they will be started.  Plus either the kitchen counters or the stove interior.  Who knows, maybe both?  But I will keep efforts small.  I really pushed it recently.

I had planned a nap.  Time sped by, the idea simply didn't get remembered.  I sure could have used one.  As is, I either have to attempt making it to mid midafternoon or just crash a bit early.  I'd like to make it.  Perhaps a tuna sandwich and a show?  The lower doses of insulin and new stuff are... so-so.  But, I didn't eat right at all yesterday.  I will give it a few.  Actually, all given, it probably isn't doing bad.  At 8 cc's per meal, it is keeping it between 130 and 144 as a high, other than breakfast.  Actually... not bad at all.

While the goal is several more hours up, I think this is a good night point.  Have a great rest of the day.  Good night.

Better.

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Sleep helped.  I figured out one of the more frustrating pains.  It has to do with the new sleeping arrangements, an angle I can find myself in.  Usually I have been sleeping through it.  But, being sore enough from it, I woke this time.  The rest of the aches and pains are legit, from working too much, too long.  Still happy with it.

A shower before long.  The house is heating.  I like two to four hours of heat, then back down to 66º until the next morning.  That is with it being in the 20º's and 30ºs.  When it begins hitting the 10ºs and below I will increase to 70º as a longer margin, in case the furnace goes out.  The business of living.

No heavy work today.  After a shower, perhaps a small load of dishes.  Maybe some straightening around my chair.  I might even consider constructing a light gate structure for the duck enclosure.  The heaviest work might be pulling the ac's from upstairs.

Eventually, when I can afford dowels, I will add sheers up there.  It further reduces light and heat, and allows curtains to be opened at some times without losing complete privacy.  But... not for a while.  I have no groceries and am down to $300 for the month, can only spend $250, have $150 more in bills, and three more trips to the V.A.  They reimburse, but... at their leisure.  It might be in a week, or three months from now.  So... no dowels.  On the good side, I am only behind on two small(er) bills.  Next month I should be back in trim.  Another slim month, but not this slim.

Hmm?  Well... A few days of better rest, then back to work.  Something is better.  Deep down in.  I will never be unbroken but I am less shattered.  I think I can work as I just did for a few days every week or every other week.  I could be able to catch up in the house, get the ducks better set for winter, and maybe clean up the yard for the year's end?  Some of it depends on weather.  At this point, getting hit with snow and it staying until May, even June, wouldn't surprise me.

Oh, ouch.

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Make it a triple shot of the stuff.  But why?  Did I really overdo it by that much?

I had an appointment this morning.  V.A. pharmacy.  Diabetes.  No great difficulty, being awake at 23:00, the appointment at 9:00.  A shower, and finally got the shave in.    Teeth got hit, as per usual.  This time I used a brand name brush.  Had been using generics purchased in pinched times.  Brand name, in this case, is obviously worth the money.

I drove the Cruz.  It was my first time on the interstate, and in such heavy traffic.  I never killed it, in the stop and go interstate traffic.  But I was so tired I did kill it a few times in the weird city traffic.  Oh, and I learned, if I want to go the speed limit(tm) through the pass, on the uphill sections i have to gear from sixth to fourth.

Oh, the deal was to go on less fast acting insulin, adding slow acting, at a bit less than were I was at on just the fast acting.  It was a good talk.  He likes it when we come to him with knowledge, our own plan, and improvement.  It has to kill them, trying to help someone who refuses to help themselves.  I blew him away when I described diabetes as the strangest but deeper form of starvation.

Anyway... Right.  I hurt as if I was used as a ping pong ball at national championships.  I lost.  Ribs, arms, lungs, heart.  What doesn't hurt is weary, with a lot of crossover.  On the good side it is 15:00, so bedtime.  I had hoped to do grocery shopping, maybe get a haircut, get keys cut, but no.  I did disconnect hoses, drain what was possible, and put two in the sun in hopes the will thaw and drain.  None seem damaged.

I also thought about setting up dishes.  But no, for several reasons.  I hurt too much.  The hoses busted my mackerels, dishes would be double.  As well, as I rest these next days, I will need showers.  And I won't be able to get to the dishes for days.  I way overdid, and today just topped it off.  So, I'm thinking Saturday to Monday before I can work again.  Good afternoon and night...  Oh, meds including the new insulin and brushing teeth, plus prayers, short as they may be as I crash.

Something is off.

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A bit feverish, aches and pains, cranky joints.  Some from working a bit too much, some from... a mild case of the flu or that long term flu-like illness that is always just under the skin, waiting to crawl out and get me if ill otherwise already, or having pushed things.  Yes, I pushed it too hard.

I will take it easy for a while.  Keep warm, sleep as needed.  Food?  Ugh.  Pretty broke this month.  But I am almost out of the woods.  I have some things coming in, regularly, if I am behind on that.  That and water are my final debts.  Next month will see me caught up.  Then to to keep it that way, try to save a bit... in case tires or something else big hits.  It's a dangerous world.  Being flat broke is a recipe for becoming roadkill... or a monster.

After food and a dose, blood sugar was 116 not fasting.  It dropped to 85 just because?  Anyway.  I need to eat shortly.  Definitely hungry.

Oh, a shower and shave.  Then?  Not much.  Later.

Sleeping is difficult.

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I was awake until 14:30, roughly.  I didn't have to push too hard to stay awake that late, but drifted the last half hour.  There is always a risk of insomnia when I begin to drift.  Drifting is that area between sleep and wakefulness.  As is it all worked well.  That part. Again, tonight, I struggled staying asleep.  I really woke around 19:30, but was able to mostly stay down until 23:00.  Better, but...

I turned the furnace up first thing.  A shower and shave, which I failed to get yesterday.  Still, it's the first miss in a while.  I've been showering daily for a while now.  I'll back that off to every other day now that I have enjoyed the luxury of ability, availability, and raw will for a while.

I am sore.  Yesterday was more work than initially considered.  Even my heart is a bit sore, lungs a bit spent... burning.  It wasn't just the one day, it is the cumulative effect of day over day through days.  Still, it was pleasing to get some work in, dig in, and be able to push for a bit.  But I am done working for a while.

The next project is a gate on the duck fence and roosting boxes for the birds, as well as bucket traps for mice.  Then to cleaning the bathroom, kitchen, and bedroom, plus setting up the wire mesh cabinets and standing closet upstairs.  With me upstairs, and getting organized, plus being able to work in longer spits, I really might get ahead.  And, that drill, with various cleaning heads?  It takes a lot of the elbow grease work out of the worst of it.  I... think I can.

I need to get a hair cut soon.  I also need to do grocery shopping.  Oh, and get my vehicle inspected and registered.  Ugh.  Always more.  Oh, and the mower off and the blade on the lawn tractor... if it warms a bit, or not.  Plus garden hoses and sprinklers up and in.  Bleh.  Later.

Done, mostly.

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The eggs are pickling.  I have half a dozen extra for meals or snacks.  I may boil anther dozen soon.  Oh, I tried one of the duck eggs, boiled.  Different.  Very rich.  I didn't care for it.  However it was the fifth egg of the night.  I was a bit tired of eggs.  However, I am almost certain they would make nigh on divine deviled eggs.  An... anomaly akin to me.  All eggs are bottled and stored.  The waiting is the difficulty.

I will pair the socks.  But, since I have missed a predawn nap, I will be staying awake as late as possible.  The hope is to be awake until at least technically afternoon, on into it if possible.  I will be checking on the ducks, feeding the cats and doing their litter, and hopefully showering and shaving before bedtime.

As for any other work?  I kept the stove clean as I went.  But the dishes need doing.  They are soaking, and in the sink since those are cleared.  I best finish those.  But, really, gaming and the internet are mostly all I can do.  I just best take down time.  I have pushed into potentially bad territory.

Blood sugar was up to 157 last read.  I will have something more to eat and another dose shortly.  As fast as it is going up, it is needed.  But I will be watching for a crash.  When it happens once, I am vulnerable to it for a while.  This time a simple meal, before I hit bottom, will fix it easily.  I have become a pro, when I listen to my body.  I was so focused on else, and so sure it couldn't be exactly what it was.

Yeah.  Still, I am doing miracles, dancing on my grave while juggling eggs and death.  What a gas.  Later.