Two more recipes...

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Should work for keto, some carnivore?  Bleh.  Take your pick.

Oh, and this first recipe?  Takes a difficult sauce and makes it easier to make.

Out and back, with the goods.

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Cream was obtained first.  Not a recording of the old group, whole, raw, bovine cream.  Cow, not bull.  *shakes head*  I got three.  Two for the week, consumption, one for recipes.  Then on to the store.  Greek yogurt, whole fat... butter, various berries, a lemon and orange, and... on.  For... some things I am planning to make.

Awake very late.

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Days and nights were shifting.  Waking so early, by that standard, yesterday... to get to the eye clinic... was a struggle.  Though, my body didn't hurt all that much, and I wasn't exhausted through the day.  Oh, a bit weary by the time I got home.  But, I had been fasting the whole time too.  So, no... nothing out of the ordinary.  Actually, that I wasn't tired was unusual.

I had hoped it would allow me to sleep, early.  Perhaps return to a day schedule.  No dice, chance, or else.  I just couldn't sleep until late, if I was up just a few hours later to see if blood sugar would dip.  Well, and it did.  So it wasn't time wasted.  Though knowing, some things, is rarely time wasted... for vital data.

Blood sugar was so odd.

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I finally gave up and ate.  Blood sugar stayed at 134?  Hmm...

While looking for an alternative sweetener, I landed upon a video that suggested there are some.  But that one, in particular, not only doesn't increase blood sugar, but blocks the receptors from other sorts of carbs.  I had the stuff, worth a shot.

Who is... out there?

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Strange... what people sometimes think, suggest, see?  Plain to see what it is they are saying though.  If... vids are any indication?  I never know, with certainty.

The eye doctors, today.

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I had to push to get out.  I'm taking a new way, which really is faster, and easier on gas.  The pass is prettier, but for the gas you use extra, I just can't do it.  And it takes longer.  Not that an half hour is the world, but... it... does make a difference.  Especially when I am going to be up there all day.

First the checkup, then the prescription, then some scans... water is collecting behind the eyes.  Well, one of them now.  The left improved.  The right got a little worse?  I'll find out.  And, if needs be, get in to be seen by a specialist for it.  Might as well.  And, an earlier follow up, than usual.  All good.

Oh, up!

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Before the first alarm.  Don't remember, or didn't hear, the first alarm... eight and ten.  Got Sassy tended, a shower after, then dressed as I sit here, twenty three after ten.  I wasn't exactly hustling, if it wasn't stop and go traffic either.  Time to write just a bit.

Blood sugar is 166 fasting.  I would like to blame it on the crackers, but... no, I don't think so.  It... just is.  The crackers are low carb, three or four equal thirty carbs, and they are... large.  I ended up having two cans of kippers and three crackers.  Not super, but supper?

Having a water as I sit.  Wake.  I'll look around just a bit, then get on with the day.  Later.

Bedtime.

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Early.  Or... earlier.  0:44, as I start this.  I never did check the temp outside.  Didn't do much.  Gaming.  A fatted coffee.  Water.  That... was my day.  I'll try to be up earlier.  A lot earlier?  Sort of.  Perhaps around eight or nine.  I'll push it.  But might have to sleep another hour or two.

Hungry.  Didn't eat.  Blood sugar is sticking, it was 140 a bit ago.  Two days of fasting and it just won't break.  I'll break it.  I haven't checked bp.  I'll do that... in a few days.

Up, very late.

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I took care of Sassy first.  Water, food, litter.  Not unusual, just a bit faster to it all.  Then tested blood sugar, after a day of fasting.  It is 153 fasting draw?  I guess another day of fasting.  If it continues to be high, I'll have to reconsider some of the things I am doing.  Is the flavored, if unsweetened, water doing it?  Is it the cream?  Too much?  It doesn't make sense.

Good, anyway.  What I have thawed and out isn't any good at this point.  I'll toss it.  Meant to pull more out last night, but that was too much fuss by the time I realized that as a want.  The game has me by the short hairs.  I have... some things to do, though.  So will have to escape it's gravity for a bit.  Then... through the winter, can dive into it.  Unless/until the motorcycle is ready to tinker with.  Then I'll go do that.

Hmm, 7:09?

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As I write.  The... world is changing.  From 32 to 12.  The evening of Thanksgiving, I think, is when it went down.  I haven't been checking.  But, that... cold... got to me.  I finally decided to close one of the windows upstairs, the one closer to me.  May end up closing both?  Maybe.  I'll watch the temps, see how I feel.

I can handle... cooler temps.  Or used to be able to do so.  Especially for sleeping.  Though, if it's too cold, waking is a bit of a trick.

Almost ouch?

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It hurts, freshly.  The last vestiges of pain from the most recent sleep injury?  The pinched collar bone area is down to just the last bit of pain.  Fresh, hard, but not large enough of an area to really make it too much of a thing.  Still, It's there.

Up very late, nearly 14:00.  The game ate me.  But, things were finally making sense, which gave me direction and function in the game.  I stored  the right things in order to do a lot on that.  Running out of stores.  Will have to go hunting for those resources, and... figure some other things out.  On the good side, the things I sorted have opened up a few other areas.

Way late.

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So be it.  I was gaming.  However, finally, I found methods for actually improving the bottlenecks.  I still feel like I am hunting for a needle in a haystack.  But it's better than looking for a needle when I couldn't find a needlestack within which to search.  Not bad.  And, on several items.

Even so, it's a serious drag.  And I don't know... how to do the main missions.  The hints, or suggestions, are useless.  So, currently, I am just improving what I can improve.  I'll get back to that in time.  May have to look them up.

The inner bits of the turkey were good.

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This, that, get to it.  Warmed in the nuke just a bit.  Not great, not much, but... it worked.  That and some fatted coffee.  Two hours after, a blood check.  At 139, given the heavy meal yesterday... to include two desserts, that really isn't bad.

Tired, worn, achy.  Medicine going in.  No painkillers, this time.  It's just not... bad enough.  Maybe altogether, everywhere, I could say it was.  But, it's nearing bedtime.  And, I think I can get on to sleep through what hurts.  If it feels like this tomorrow, I will take painpills.  Hoping to start not having to do so.  Then again, I have cut usage between half and quarter what I had been that first week of absolute carnivore.  Bits and pieces at a time.

The turkey was a bit better.

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The problem?  I think I overcooked it.  The remaining drumstick was good.  Of the two remaining thighs, I found that warming one of them, and digging down past the... tanned parts, including several layers of meat, nearer the bone it was still moist enough to be tasty.  But most of it wasn't very good.

I haven't eaten all that much, having said that.  I might warm the last of the thighs, tear down through what is inedible, and get a final small meal.  All that remains that is good is about what you'd get on two smaller drumsticks.  But... it is good enough.  Yeah.

Awake, late.

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Fair enough, I keep pushing.  Games, food, driving, etc.  Up at 11:30.  Down?  Two?  Three?  I can't be sure.

Blood sugar is 166 fasting.  I... expected it to be in the 230 range.  Especially after eating last night.  Okay.  Not perfect, but better than hoped.  We'll see in the next few days though.  Sometimes it doesn't crest for a while.

I did roast the turkey.

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As well as the yam.  The acorn squash hasn't been done yet.  I tasted it.  Hmm, not so good.  It was done.  Not overdone.  But the turkey just didn't taste all that well.  It was fresh.  I brined it.  I just don't know what... I did wrong.  Or... maybe... the turkey just wasn't fed well?  I don't know.

I'll consume it.  Letting the rest of it cool, then will put it up.  Stripping meat off the bone tomorrow.  I have eaten what of the yam I will.  Those, even if lower carb, are pushing things and, what with today, is enough.  Oh well.

Ah, she answered.

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I always get a bit unnerved, if I can't get in touch with my mother.  Her phone, something off with it, or has been.  Sure.  But... if I can't reach her, she usually calls me.  Though... she is getting along.  Life is difficult that way.  Memory, and such.  And... just being tired.  I understand, probably far closer than one my age should.  But it's still not the same.

Even so, I... wanted to talk to her.  And, finally, did.  Her friend helped, worked on her phone today.  And it seems to have worked.  For now.  I still think someone in the home, a grumpy gus or gal, who knows what they are doing, and doesn't like calls, or my mother particularly, does it.

An invite.

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I was... tinkering, on the game.  Not sure.  I was almost sure it was Thanksgiving day, but...  Well?  Day and dates and stuff have never been a part of my world.  Live, eat, drink, die.  The... things... birthdays, Christmas even, and such?  I... am not devoid of devotion.  Simply, my systems don't understand these things.

So, when I got a call, I thought it might be... someone... about the day?  It was.

Up a bit earlier.

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Not down until midnight?  Yea.  Got stuck in the game.  Up at nine thirty.  Will do better, I think, today.

Feeling better.  Rolled better, or something.  Blood sugar is a bit higher, at 142 fasting?  My guess?  Eating all through the day.  Not a lot.  Four eggs, fatted coffee, tonic vinegar, more eggs, another coffee, and a couple of fatted bone broths in there.  I was... strangely hungry.  But unable to cook.

A good day, evening.

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Everything is improving.  BP and pulse?  I haven't taken them, but by feel, yes... improved.  I was pretty sure the same about blood sugar, but couldn't help from checking again.  It was 119.  Not perfect, but... trending better.  Could I really feel an improvement?  Between that and the bp?  Maybe.

Either way, I did feel better.  And the day was easier.  I was still recovering, from all else the day before.  Life is better.  Somehow.