Midday reads.

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BP dropped just a bit.  There is one other thing which is different, beside food.  I stopped the water pill two days ago.  That might be causing the problem.  I am, and planned, restarting today.  I will find out soon.  I won't go on the full dose, may not be going back to full dose.  My fluid consumption has tapered, greatly.  Blood sugar, two to three hours out from breakfast, is 115.  It's... quite good.  That IS an aftermeal read, for me.

I am wondering if Youtube is dying, broken, or what.  No new pops, no rotations of already watched vids.  Stagnant.  The random area does change, but offers the same, limited, repeat "new videos".  Perhaps that is just for some of us, maybe they are dying.  Perhaps the Euro thing has them broken?  All I know is my portal is dead.  I might as well be looking at a picture.  I haven't tried to search, but I was viewing old vids from my blog.  That used to jog the flow.  Nothing.

I'll have a small meal.  Fruit and cottage cheese.  I will also try kefir water, this time, as it looks like dairy kefir works.  I have one bottle left, more processing.  I'll only be drinking a bottle every few days, if I'd like to hit milk kefir nearly daily.  I like them both, but think the kefir water is more of a risk to diabetes.

A shower before long.  Life is going very well.  I am still a bit too tired, if the weather is still a bit too chill.  Crazy cool out there.  I'll keep at it.  If I get nothing done I will stay intent.  Yeah, it really is something.  It wears me out itself sometimes.  I'd best get to medicine, food, a shower and shave, and hopefully more.  Have a great morning and day.

Morning already?

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It is now.  I can't be sure when I went to bed.  Right around the last post, but the timestamps are often so wrong.  Was it 10:00ish, noon, 13:00?  I honestly can't recall.  I was crashing so hard and fast there was no way to remember.  I did a final blood draw, it was 110.  I woke a bit before midnight.  BP is a bit high, again.  I hadn't taken medicines though.  Further, I am taking them in my morning, if not the actual morning, which may be part of the problem.  No water pill with them, still?  Fasting blood sugar is 128.

I will test bp along with waking-fasting blood sugar at 2:00.  Not sure what else to call it.  I like keeping the night fast going a couple hours into the day, then see what blood sugar does.  When it was higher, it almost always dropped.  Now it usually drops.  I'm not sure what I am looking for.  I am... trying to get some idea... of food, body, cycles... a handle, for a better attempt at control.

I may attempt a nap around 4:00.  I really want to get to town.  Sleep hits so hard and fast, without good cause.  It's become a struggle again.  After my next tests, I'll make scrambled eggs.  Milk and salsa on the side, perhaps a few pieces of bacon to boot.  I am hoping to find pudding packs, etc., without predosed sugar.  I have several sweeteners with which to experiment.  Hmm, perhaps koolade as well?  Maybe, as a non-caffinated option?  Sure.  Though perhaps other drinks as well.  Sure, but what?  I ought to look up making my own coco mix.  If I can get to town.  Ugh.

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The waking-fasting blood sugar is 125.  Unchanged as I count things.  Breakfast is on.  Steak and eggs, rather than bacon.  I am having a cup of kefir as well.  From limited past experiences, I believe milk kefir might be bad for my blood sugar, short term.  I want to explore that more fully.  First, I really like the stuff.  Second, through fasting I may imperil my gut bugs, the good ones.  This stuff will help with that.  As well, it is supposed to be better than milk, for diabetics.  Oddly, so far, I am not seeing that.  Perhaps previous observations were flawed.

My bp is unchanged.  Perhaps next time, in four hours.  I won't check it after that until bedtime.  Perhaps food is the problem?

I didn't and won't make it.

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Not really a choice.  Too tired.  It wasn't food.  I was too tired befor eating to do almost anything.  This is probably the right time to sleep.  My leg is killing me on top of everything else.  I couldn't get a shower in.  Sat, hurt, never really woke.  Sleep now.  There is tomorrow.

Surprising how things turn out.

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Three meals, the first and the last were small, very small.  The main meal was large.  The thickest steak I carry (1 1/2"), a big potato, a can of corn, and something else.  I was pushing.  I was hungry.  Blood sugar, only two hours after the final small meal, is 124.  BP, on the other hand, was 150/94, p. 71.  I expected just the opposite.

It is quite good to be caught up on dishes.  Now as something gets dirtied I can put soap in a dishpan and let it go until later... or do it right then... which I do mostly with good knives.  As well, if I want to change out tea jars, it's immediate.  Plus I have clean jars on hand.  Life really is easier when you can keep up.  It just isn't always a choice... option.

I called my mom, woke her.  She is feeling bad.  The menu driven register was beyond her, so she walked away from the job.  She was feeling low about it.  I told her not to worry.  I am certain I couldn't do it.  It would take a long time to get good.  I don't think it helped.  Should have suggested that I aced several engineering calculus classes and still couldn't do the register.  Still, it doesn't matter.  At least I had good health news.

A shower, perhaps a shave, to the post office, then to town.  Printing, packages, and just a bit off shopping.  I am hoping to find unsweetened pudding and tapioca, perhaps jello.  I may call about broth bones, if I don't think there will be fresh available.  I can order a large batch however, on their next beef day.  Oh, and marrow bones.

I'll do what I can.  Not sure I will get much else done.  Perhaps setting up the side area water rigging, and getting the lawn set to go tonight, then giving everything a small drink tonight?  I may see about hose repair while at things.  Sam loves it when I am out there with her, and it's good for me.  The cave feels a lot cooler after being outside on top of else.  I best close the windows, it was 48-50 F last night.  Oh, I best reset an appointment for the next pedicure.  Those seriously help.

I'll keep at things, as I may.  Be well.  Later.

Such a strange device.

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The body that is.  Blood sugar increased seven points, to 121.  That is fine, I suppose.  Good enough so that I will eat.  Just cottage cheese and pears.  Further, I'll prepare for a solid meal later.  I just don't know how that does that.  It's pulling something from somewhere.  It hasn't been fed for twelve to eighteen hours, and days before that.  I'm sure it's normal, somehow.  But normal doesn't necessarily make direct or simple sense.

On to a few bites and thawing some meat.  Later.

Wake up!

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We will see.  Sleep was as delicious as a cool drought of water on a blisteringly hot day.  Needed.  I went down just a tidy bit before 17:00 and am waking just now at 23:00.  Six hours?  Right, but short-timed my last wake time.  Fair enough.  I dreaded blood draw and stats but got right to them.  Fasting blood sugar is 115, bp is 129/91 p. 89... without night meds, which I just took.  I... all good.  I won't eat until I see where things are in two hours.  A few pieces of pear and cottage cheese.  I may be able to make puddings, if my artificial sweeteners can be used.  I'll... begin experimenting.  I need soft foods when coming off longer fasts.

I have been on much higher doses of medicines, of all sorts, for longer periods.  The only thing different is fasting and very controlled medication, together.  That has to be it.  I will hold to what works.  Perhaps my heart will improve?  Swimming, I have to add that in.  Massage didn't seem to be helping this time.  I had been doing weekly half hour sessions, not two hourly sessions, when it seemed to work.  I have to wonder.  I may change that up after I get swimming going.  Getting the massage right after the last swim of the week, so as to not have to go out an extra day.  I can only try.  I am not going strictly for numbers, but also a general improvement.

My left lower leg still has cramping.  I may stop the water pill for a day or three.  I know that is the problem.  I've cut it, slowly, to finally one pill, for the last pill, over the last week.  Ugh.  Use great caution when playing with chem-tech.  I can get away with near murder, prefer not to anymore.  I probably moved faster than doctors would suggest, if five times and more slower than usual.  Didn't want to bath my legs, torso, and worse lungs.  Nasty to breath when lungs are wet.  Generally rough when the body swells like a blowfish.

Today.  Well, tonight?  Possibly food, more cleaning in the kitchen, and bathroom.  Perhaps a review of the bedrooms, to begin getting those in order.  Back to it as possible.  Packages tomorrow morning, early.  I'll see when the library opens, be there sharp.  Yeah.  Later.

Odd?

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I simply don't understand.  Without a single bite, my blood sugar spiked to 136, from 85.  That is a 51 point jump, for no reason.  I will hold off eating for a bit.  I actually may go back to bed for a bit.  I pushed too hard in several ways.  It has caught up with me.  Later.

I'll admit it, I was afraid.

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I thought breaking my fast would destroy my numbers.  I was sure it would.  Which made giving up such an agonizing affair.  Oh, I struggled.  I also didn't sleep on it as I... worried about going to sleep in my condition.  While the numbers were good, the feeling, sense of things, was all wrong. Tres mal.  I'll... take risks.  Assessed risks, raw risks if my life is considered worth the risk.  This was not the latter and my assessment went against... my pride, essentially.

Cottage cheese and pears, then eggs and bacon.  It was as soft as I had.  I worried about the bacon but couldn't get it out of my head.  BACON!  No joke, Joe Dokes!  I really knew him.  Anyway.  Food!   A joyous yet nearly tearful event.  Then I crashed so hard.  Needed SLEEP almost as much as food, if I nearly cried myself to sleep.  Seriously.  If I could have cried.

Down sometime between 10:00 and 11:00, up in the mid region of the 16:00's.  Blood and stats immediately, fearfully.  Blood sugar is... 85.  85?  Okay.  BP is... 114/77, p. 91?  Well, okay.  That's not just good, it's gooder(tm).  Pulse is a bit out of trim, but no 145.  Ketones remain around 40.  I will continue with light foods, small amounts, small bites for this day, maybe tomorrow, the on to two meal daily fasting.  I am sure it will all go up.  The trick is to wrap food around the numbers, not the other way around.  The trick to that is the food goes in before the numbers arrive.  Smaller bites.

I want to see my blood sugar non-fasting, in a couple hours.  Then I'll have four or five pear parts with an equal amount of cottage cheese.  I am hoping it goes up.  May eat a bit more if not.  It is a bit too close to my safety cuttoff of 70.  Wow.  I never imagined I would even, ever, be worried about low blood sugar.  Certainly not yet.  Still, now that I am here, it is all about the food... type, amount, mix...  Amen.

Well, God seems to bless this endeavor.  If it really is done in His name.  Death is not preferred, as well, is what He told me.  Not even, or especially not, mine?  Aye.  His Word begins at home or is not heard at all.  So it was heard, so it is done.  Amen.

Oh, yeah, I am staying on medicine.  Further, regardless of my schedule, I take morning medicine in the a.m., night medicine in the evening.  I'm keeping what I learn, learning well what works, and keeping to it as possible.  Later.

Had to break the fast.

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Something was off.  Perhaps I simply wasn't ready.  Maybe my health wasn't up to it.  Whether the problem was of mind or body I can't say.  If a couple of very long days didn't help.  I haven't napped yet.  I was agonizing over the choice.  Today I will eat various small light meals.  Tomorrow I will begin daily fasting.  I did what I could.

I had hoped to go to the post office.  Not today.  A nap, I hope, then to town?  It's the plan.  I can skip the broth, but I will see about fresh bones to make my own.  I make wonderful broth, as if it is difficult.  Though no bones today.  I want them from the butcher.  Hmm, could call later.  A few things today.  Food sure is tasty after a bit without.  I'll try to push the envelope more next time.

My friend did get my emails.  He's just busy at the moment.  I told him to take his time.  I still wonder if he was... mistaken about a visit, but who knows.  I'd help with travel, as with family, but that may not be the issue.  Whatever.  I take things as they are, without worry.

Nap time.  Later.

Yeah. Pretty rough.

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The ketonic helped for a very short time.  Feeling pretty rough.  Blood sugar and vitals, at 4:00, were better than before, pulse was down to 71.  I... wondered, after posting, if that was a fluke read.  I did both arms this last time, all good or better.  Blood sugar was down to 90, but that is 20 or 30 points before I am hitting trouble.  But I am exhausted.

When to call off a fast, why to call it off?  Simple exhaustion?  But I am often this exhausted without fasting.  Blood sugar and the other readings are good.  Very low for me, if... I do wonder if things are supposed to be different for my kind.  Perhaps, even if that isn't true, my body isn't quite ready for the lower numbers.  Or the fasting is getting to me.  It definitely is, but is that all?

I got the dripper hose and a sprinkler head out and roughly set up.  I will have to see how it works when running to make final adjustments.  Both hoses in the area have problems.  One has a spray attachment stuck to it.  I sprayed it with dw-40.  I tried removing it a few times, over time, but had no luck, so far.  The other hose has a part of a spigot stuck in it.  The repair kit will fix that if my attempts to extract the blockage fails.  Still, some of it is ready.  It was 48 F, but a pleasant day for even that.

I do believe a nap is in order.  I do plan to go to town.  Packages, but also broth, several kinds to try.  Even if I continue to fast, broth is allowed.  But I want some for when breaking my fast as well.  Yeah.  It will depend how I do when I wake and through the day... if I have been pushing the clock as well as the body.  Later.

Ugh. Thrice.

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A rough day.  Night.  Everything is good, fasting is simply taking it's toll.  My leg is feeling slightly better.  I will continue with the electrolytic juice, and ketone crystals.  I will take it now, in case my system decides to... burp the wrong way.  It seems to be a fast moving, quickly done, thing.  I've never had that problem before.  Anyway.  I want to be ready to go in the morning.  Go?  How about leave?  Okies.

Blood sugar went up, to 98.  Neither good nor bad, as I see things.  I checked my bmi, as roughly as that goes.  It had been at 35, is now at 30.5.  Obesity starts at 30, or once they changed it to add people to the government and medical industrial complex "needs help" list.  At least the military industrial complex only screws with volunteers and foreigners.

I won't tinker with the watering.  I will set that up in the morning.  It got too dark too fast.  Moving slowly tonight.  Hmm, will add some keto burn juice to the rest, perhaps some oil.  Gotta prime the engines sometime.  Damn straight.  More tea!  It might be a wee rough, but I am liking it.  Next measurements at 4:00, three and an half hours away.

Blue... always blue.

Even feeling the fast take it's cut, I am pleased enough that I don't mind.  If the ketonic (the mix of keto powders, crystals, oil, and tea) works, perhaps I can do some work.  The floors need hit, and hard.  I fell hard this spring, and blundered worse than usual.  I'm hoping to set things square.  Life squared is awesome!  Later.

Brilliant fugue indeed.

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Exhausted, if I could only sleep just eight hours.  I will take both humbly, if easily in sucess.  I do not claim ownership of these sucesses, handing them and the wisdom which has brought me to this point to Another.  It isn't my native will to live which dragged me here. It was His call, and an artificial, initially, transplantation of His will to life, which got me over my failing there.  It has taken root, and remains, if never quite mine.  A spiritual, or soul, transplant?  I think so.

What is this joyous blather concerning?  Well, let me tell you.  My resting blood sugar is 96.  I was hoping that would rise.  While that is good, it was not altogether unexpected. I considered that it might jump to the 130's.  It does as it will, to some extent.  What did amaze, startle, please, were the other readings.  Into my fourth day of fasting, second day of taking medication correctly, my blood pressure is 118/86, pulse 87.  Wow.  I... haven't seen that in... I don't know?  Since the Navy?  That was my regular then, give or take.  Oh, and weighing in at 251.4.

Yes, people, you can.  Easy?  No.  Doable.  If I can, weakened, with minimal will power, limited facilities, older, and dead and back three times, at least?  It is your choice.  I did have failures.  Potassium drain could have killed me.  I strongly advise medical followups.  Let them check your blood and brush your rock and roll hair.  Let them advise, but not control.  They are a white collar union, and only make money if you are sick.  Make them your employee, not boss.  Then?  Then do what it takes.

It feels like a hangover.  Tired, thirsty, bleary-eyed, if no headache.  I rarely get headaches though.  I'll take the cost for the prices charged, as an old friend might have suggested.  I even hit the jars already.  They needed another soapy soak, last night.  I ran out of time and energy for beyond that.  They have been rinsed and set to air dry, plus the dishes in the rack have been put away.  The garden watering items have arrived and may be put to use yet tonight.  The boxes they arrived in have been broken down.

Oh what a day, what a lovely day!  Later.

No. If perhaps a better solution.

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I can't believe Kinkos has been out of toner since Friday, and remains without.  Seriously?  Would I email them what I want printed?  No.  Too much data, financial and other.  I asked about alternatives.  The public library, she thought?  Thank you, So-and-Whositz (changing the name to protect the guilty, to the Nth).  Although if that works out, I'll bet it is cheaper and more sure.  Lost a paying customer.  I haven't gone before because I suspect I'll have to apply for a card.  As a kid I got one, or more (no library sharing programs then), in every town I lived, plus school.  Now I prefer to buy.  As much because I lose track, lose the loan item, or... such.

It is one of my few options.  There is the university library, and the UPS store, if they are less than keen on offering that service.  Fair enough.  Their business, they know their costs and all.  I simply don't know how private their other options are.  I prefer as much privacy as possible, as few links between financials, delivery, and seller as I am able.  Gotta keep them separated.

I sent another email to my friend.  If I hear nothing back by the time I wake, I'll try the other, other, email address.  Ugh.

Getting rather worn though.  I hate to, but I may call things of shortly.  I did scrub the main counters, hit the jars a first go, then reset them.  I even scrubbed the drain rack.  Sure slowing down.  Oh, blood sugar hit 91.  Going down a point every four hours, while awake.  If I wake feeling funny, I'll eat.  Or perhaps drink milk or kefir or fruit and cottage cheese.  It's a default if I sense... problems.  I've lived on some dangerous ways.  I'll hit the jars again, set them to rinse, then sleep.  Good night... and day.

Toils, troubles, and bothers?

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Sure, but those aren't all bad.  Seen rightly, they are spices in life, which add contrast, depth, and pop.  They are the limits and freedoms which allow perception and understanding to form a cohesive realization upon which a framework for living may be hung, built, designed.  It is only from these that virtues may be derived.  Even failure, the harshest of all, is simply the finest teacher... if one employs humility, patience, and a few other earned not gifted virtues.  Well, that's my story, and I am sticking with it.

Initially could not sleep for the pain.  I suspect taking electrolytes and or ketone crystals, to solve that problem, led to minor diarrhea.  I wasn't willing to sleep until that settled.  It settled within a few hours.  By then my window of opportunity for sleep was gone.  No major worries.  Last time I did this I missed a day of meds.  Didn't realize, as it blended nearly seamlessly into one long day, by perception.  Not this time.  I work hard to take my medicines, now that I can.  Not for the docs, for myself.

I have gotten most of the dishes at least started, and reset milk kefir.  The only remaining items are a few cast items.  They won't need much, but it's... a process.  Everything else is soaking or done.  Of course, work has slowed to a crawl.  I never got a shower.  Since I will be up, and out, today, I'd best get to that.  I will carry on as if I just woke and my day has only started a bit ago.

No guarantee I will get to town.  No promise I will get a shower.  Although, through the magic of blogging, I just finished the dishes, save for the cast.  I called my doctor's office.  Perhaps too early.  Or I have been put on the ignore list?  I'll call again shortly.  Now.  Nope, same message.  I'm on the official ignore list.  I can't access their online connection, my devices don't support it, or, rather, the opposite.  I was hoping to schedule an appointment as well as trying to talk to the doctor.  Why was he so insistent  I contact him, calling twice and sending a letter, but now won't call back?  I don't get that.  The last blood sugar was 92, if I didn't write it up.

Oh, wait.  There is one more batch, of jars.  It's in the tub.  I flushed some of the old kefir.  Wanted those jars soaking immediately, dry kefir is akin to cement.  The sinks were full, so I grabbed a dish pan and did them where I could, short story long.  No problem, four or five jars and lids.  Need to do them to shower, or at least will do them.  Oh, and it's the fourth day of fasting, on top of the second of the last three days I'll be pulling, or nearly, a twenty four hour stint.  If you are going to pull a gag, make it real, Buster.

Later.

Can't sleep.

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My lower legs have minor charliehorses.  More the left leg, of course.  I remembered a mix I have, from more keto focused attempts, as well as to help when fasting, to help with electrolytes which deplete quickly while fasting.  Plus, for times when taking minerals just wasn't enough.  I took that and ketone crystals while at it.  That, according to test strips, is ar 40.  I might as well work that angle while fasting.

While awake, plus fasting first thing, I take blood sugar reads every four hours.  My last one, at midnight thirty, almost three hours ago, was 98.  If I am still up at 4:00 I'll do another.  I realize even if the stuff works, it won't work quickly.  I need pickle juice for that (seriously).  So I'll take aspirin, try to treat the pain for now.  On the good side I am getting to the dishes as I had suggested.  Oh, and I reset the water kefir.  Might hit the milk kefir before the night is over.

Gaming when I have to sit.  It's something.  No return on my email, if I suspect it went directly to his spam box.  Hmm, perhaps he had a snoot when he wrote about visiting, and his intent was marred.  I'll send another without a link.  Oh, and the other email addy I applied for did go through.  The acceptance email... you guessed it? ...went to spam.  I may try from that address as well.  When all else fails, pull out everything you have and let it rip.

I've been doing dishes, getting and making tea, while writing this.  Meaning it is nearly 4:00.  Blood sugar is at 93.  All is good, but I watch closely. If it dips too much more, or becomes symptomatic of too low of a blood sugar/insulin, I'll break the fast.  For longer fasts, I'll start breaking them with broth, then fruit, cottage cheese, and such, then go to solids.  Ease back to food.  Hmm, need to get broth, then bones to make it correctly, after this fast has ended.

Later, or good night, and morning.

Too late? Too much?

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Time will tell.  I realized the lawn needed watering.  Well, and there were more dishes.  Oh, and I haven't showered.  So... I got busy.  The loads that were in, one got turned over, the other needed another soap cycle.  The group that was in the drying rack was put up.  And another load is set to a new soak.  The front yard got thirty minutes and change. The back is getting it now.  The final blood sugar is 110, hunger is becoming less of an issue.  It is more like a mild itch that passes, and more when something is done as it rears up.

I hope to cycle two loads through, set up two more, if a shower first.  My days are being stretched, but that goes with longer sunny warmer days.  I am tied, bound, to this physical system as few others. It is the way of things.  The nap helped... or hurt?  No, I'd be in bed already, if I had finished my chores earlier.  They keep, VA docs, asking what I do all day.  Read here.  Good or bad, what I do is written.  Why not more?  Not from lack of want, I'm often stuck.  They should be the ones telling me.

Tomorrow should be another busy one.  Business, shopping, returns, calls.  I didn't water the smaller side yard.  I don't have anything that works well to do so.  If the shipping data is correct, my gear for that should be in tomorrow.  If so, later in the day I will set that up and let it run for an half hour and change, or less.  Perhaps just ten minutes if I think there is enough water going down.

I'm getting to things, as I can.  Finally.  Amen and good night.

Long nap.

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I went down after 10:00, nearly 11:00, woke at 15:00?  It was a mower.  I was too late to catch him, but got him on the return.  Settling accounts and letting him check out a new toy.  Oh, and getting help breaking down and removing boxes.  Awesome.  I can do it, but two makes the job simple.  He brought the boat back.  I may have to get her out and see what I can do with her.

I also settled accounts for milk and eggs.  Milk for the month, eggs for the summer.  Little things, if more important to keep up with friends and neighbors, who need, depend on, real, accurate, fair dealings.  If I scramble, it is for them first.  All good.  Oh, I did cut milk and cream, by a third.  Still plenty.

I also got my other email account reactivated, then sent an email off.  Wow was that difficult.  The first tech could not speak or understand English well at all, nor did she understand the system.  After... connection troubles, she simply didn't call back, for the fourth time, fifth?  Actually, thankfully.  I called in again.  This time I got someone who could speak, and fix the problem.  It still took a bit, but I don't mind.  As I went to check my mail I had to wade through a bunch of junk cold sale pitches without a clear way through.  NO!  I don't want anything!  Gah.

I've called my doctor twice.  I even suggested he feel free to leave a voice message.  Nothing in return.  All I want is the a1c, to compare with the VA numbers.  It... seems as if he has more to discuss.  I'll just have to wait.

That is it for most of today, other than dishes and a shower.  It finally heated to 80 or close to it.  I needed what of that I could handle.  Blood sugar is at 122, I won't bother with bp for a few days, until those meds are given some time to work when taken correctly again.  I'm not sure if idiocy is the goal of indoctrination, or a requirement for it.  I only know the results.

Hitting a wall.

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Is it just the fasting? No, but that adds to it.  Whether majority or not is uncertain.  It has been hitting the 80's for days, then dropping to the 60's, and much lower.  It's not even 60 outside now, with the sun up for several hours, 58 F.  It's rough.  I don't think it is medicine, though maybe when I go back to bp/heart meds all at night again.  Whether it is being washed out, just doesn't work good in the morning, or for whatever cause or reasons, taking carvedilol twice a day simply isn't as effective as double at night.

I am tiring quickly today.  Well, there was the twenty three hour stint.  That couldn't help.  I have dug into dishes.  Cleaning tea containers and drink jar, and else, as I go.  Two more double loads and I should be done.  On top of what is soaking or rinsing.  I mean to finish today.  What else will be done, and when, is another question.  Perhaps a nap would help?  If I can sleep.  I'm not sure I am that kind of tired.

I was a bit surprised.  Blood sugar dropped, two hours after the low fasting draw, to 104.  Four hours after that draw and it remains unchanged.  BP's have remained... ugly, if not quite ER or doctor ranges.  Still, I am going back to my dosing schedule.  I may try adding another in the morning, if I can handle it.  Worth a shot.  Even if most of it washes out, if some remains...

I'll make a call, or three.  The doc, about my other email, and Internet and computer access.  Perhaps the swimming pool, to check a few things.  Not a bad price, if that was correct.  Not sure if they have a year pass.  Not ready for that, until I see what I would be facing, but worth knowing for consideration.  I am fairly sure I can become regular, as long as they don't try to hook me up, and have that all go to hell again.  Bleh.

Another load, a nap, then a shower and calls?  Sounds like my plan, roughly.  Oh, I want to eat, but it isn't hunger, or directly.  It is just... habit?  Familiar regular behavior that grates when absent?  There is hunger, but it is fading.  Is this winning?  Is it doing what it takes to get ahead?  Is it wise?  Time will tell.  To be honest, I think the reason most medical is against it is because most people can't do it.  They only want universal solutions.  They can't tell their patients to just shut their piehole occasionally, if that isn't universal, it would work with a majority.

"He wrote "piehole"!"  Yep.  Later.

The third day of fasting.

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With sacrifice comes advantage.  Fasting blood sugar is 119.  If that isn't the record low since restarting the initiative, it is close, and satisfactory.  I checked my blood sugar before bed.  It was up to 138.  The body just ebbs and wanes.  Fasting is going well, no reason to quit it, for now, if I would like to make broth.  Not sure I want to do that while fasting though.  That close of a proximity to meaty odors for that long might undo me.  I might see if I can find unsalted broth, without too much goop, in the stores.  I have to go to town, when a printer is available.  Or, find a business center which has what I need.

A dream, good one.  Nothing fancy.  In it I woke beside a good woman.  Nothing about sex, just waking up with a woman there, and knowing it was good.  If you have a wife, I hope you do that from time to time.  A little time with her when she isn't talking.  Yeah.  :p  Yeah, just a pleasant dream.

Dishes are waiting.  Hitting them, then resetting, before much else, is my next step.  A couple loads, perhaps starting laundry, another shower, gaming, and more local organizing and cleaning.  It looks like, even with a return to cool weather, I am back.  Oh, and to figure out how to log into my other email, get that going.  Business hours required, though, for that.  Yeah.  Or such.  Later.

An hour off.

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One more hour, give or take, and I would have been awake for twenty four hours.

I made it, with packages, but the printer was down.  Out of toner?  Wow.  So I couldn't do the returns.  I'll call tomorrow.  I also found a number for the pool.  Not sure about it though.  It looks like they only have one swim time in the winter, from 5:00 to 6:30?  I... that's a harsh time on top of the limited access.  Even summers are fairly limited.  Perhaps I can get into it in the summer then find another place for the winter.  If I will call, check.

The pedicure was quite good.  My pinky toe had been bothering me still.  Not anymore.  It is very good to walk without pain.  Blood sugar went up to 134.  It's trending way down.  Bedtime, good night.