Still rough.

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Was hoping food, specifically high carb food, would help.  Nope.  BP is up, a bit.  But last time I checked, after sleeping a bit, it was still 100/70.  Very low.  Especially with my moderate norm being around 130-150/80-100, and really in the mid to lower range on that normally.  I have to be careful with medication.  BP was beginning to pick up, so I thought it might be time.  Nope.  Blood sugar was 155 (before the fast food, for no good reason).  Not fasting, either?  After coffee?  I don't think so.  Very strange.

I pulled a few steaks out tonight.  A ribeye and sirloin.  I'll probably have the sirloin first.  Eat what I can.  Probably eat a third, or what of a third I can eat.  I didn't eat fast food because I craved it, I ate it because it felt like seriously low blood sugar.  Unfortunately, you can't eat your way out of a strange sort of overdose.

Something is really off.

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I checked blood sugar.  High?  Whatever.  BP?  Ah, that was it.  it read 86/68, pulse of 77?  Yes.  That is the, and a, problem.  I took medication.  I am not, apparently, eating enough to handle medication.  That bp is what I get when I am in shock, after... severe damage to the body.  Not good.

There is nothing to do to undo it.  It is like when I have accidentally taken too much medication.  Learned, through great pains, not to do that.  Looks like I am in the middle of the new lesson.  Without enough food coming in, don't take medication.  So absolutely miserable.  Not sure I want to try to sleep quite yet though.

Ribs hurt like heck.  Shoulders, muscles, upper body, hurt as well.

On the good side, got the window mostly in.  Finishing touches to be done in a week or so.  Oh, and it was a much better window than I was expecting.  I was told it is a higher end window.  But for the price, I... wasn't... expecting much.  Insiders are able to claim... serious discounts.  All I'll say there.  More than impressed.

As well, while my friend was here today, he checked the dishwasher, which was still leaking.  I didn't do it, as I would have broken the thing.  He suggested that the connecter was not even hand tight?  Oh, I know it was, when I did it.  So... it either self=loosened, or someone else did it.  Since I don't think it could have loosened of it's own accord, I guess someone did loosen it.  Who?  Why?

Well, it is done.  Now to try to level it, then build a cupboard around it, after some number of checks, to make sure it, or nothing attached to it, is leaking.  Bah.

It's a brutal day.  Windy, last I looked, out there, it was just 83?  But it's a dry, warm, strange, windy day.  Gusts, but with wind too.

A shower was taken.  I got fast food, no choice.  I thought the problem, initially, was low blood sugar.  Not sure if higher carb food will help with that, but it has a similar feel to when blood sugar is low.  Tasted like garbage, but was willing to gamble to... check something.  Won't do that again.

Hmm... on to bed, I think.  Oh, it's... not the time listed.  That is when I wrote the first sentence, then my friend arrived.  So I... stored and helped a bit, and watched, learned, listened.  It is now 14:05.  So, not terribly early, if not all that late either.  Pushed through the day, might push another hour or two beyond.  Just a bit more gaming, to... stretch my day.

Good afternoon, evening, day.  Prayers for you.  Goodnight, as well.

The clock is spinning.

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Day has become night.  Up at 19:30, give or take twenty.  It was 74 out there.  With the ac's running, all or part time, I was able to cool, sleep, and when awake do more.  Not perfect, but I may be able to recover.  It had just gotten too warm, for too long.  I needed some cooling.  Got it, getting it.  For as long as I need.

Weight is 118.2 this morning.  Three more pounds and I'll be down an even hundred since Thanksgiving?  Maybe a few months further back?  Something in there?  But, definitely a hundred within the last year.  That's a lot of belly jelly gone.  Blood sugar is 122.  Stupid blood sugar!  Though that is, in theory, the equivalent to an a1c of 5.9.  Or... so the calculator I used suggested.  Hmm, I'll bet there is a formula for that?

A few days of not eating was the problem?

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It looks like it.  Technically, it was one day, but when you count from dinner one afternoon, missing a dinner, then not eating until dinner the next afternoon, that... is two days.  Anyway.  Blood sugar...  Steak tonight, and a fatted coffee.  Just a third of the steak.  But that's good enough.  Blood sugar is 97, down from the mid 120s.  Very happy with that.

I honestly would like to eat more.  I just can't.  I may, the next time I am out, pick up shredded romaine, or a romaine based salad.  Or, maybe even just iceberg lettuce, or mix.  Romaine lettuce doesn't actually add almost anything to the diet, save water.  Same as iceberg.  But, if iceberg is less expensive, that may be worth it.

Wednesday?

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I had every intention of being at a meeting Tuesday night.  I woke up a bit ago.  The meeting was to be in about an hour and a half?  So... I was... going to have to push things a bit.  I got the grill going, for steak.  Set up for a shower.  Weighed myself (119.2, it was water that was collecting, which was adding to my weight).  Did blood sugar, which is 128?  Mid to late afternoon, my blood sugar just naturally runs higher at this time of day, regardless of sleep cycle.  But, still, that is an annoyingly high number for having fasted yesterday.  Very annoying.

Then I notice a text.  My new, right, membership card is in.  And, I was asked to take minutes.  Okay, I can, will, do that.  I shot off a quick gratuity for the offer, and update.  And suggested I would see the man in... less than a few hours, was it?  He... told me that was yesterday.  Bleh.

Just can't eat.

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I may have a fatted coffee.  Then go on to bed.  It should be cool enough upstairs.  I'll find out before long.

Someone knocked on my door, but I was in unmentionables or sich.  So, I went upstairs, put something on, but by the time I checked, they were gone.  Checking with the only one who might be more likely to visit.

Why?

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Didn't wake until noon thirty?  One thirty?  Closer to the latter, or after most likely.  It got down to 70/73 upstairs, so I turned the ac down.  And?  It went right back to where it had been.  Low, on the ac, means it doesn't work.  Doesn't do a damned thing.  Still, I slept well enough.  Just woke up a bit peeved at that.

The why though?  Blood sugar is 112 fasting this morning, and weight is 223.4?  Why!?!  I guess I don't care.  I had an extra fatted coffee last night.  Then again, I figured weight might stall, or reverse, until metabolism catches up.  It just took a while for that hitch to catch.  Now I have to wait.  Which is fine.  I probably couldn't have fasted for much longer.  Haven't pooped in a week.  That'll help.

I almost made it to bed a bit earlier.

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No, that isn't quite right.  I DID make it to bed a bit earlier.  However, it was really warm up there.  Or... to my thinking.  I turned the ac on.  But, then, decided to change my wound dressing.  YOUCH!  I really should have done that in the morning.  It... took... everything out of that wound, down to the meat.

Well, okay.  I thought I could recover.  I put the honey back on, this time not using the liquid type along with gauze.  Oh my word did that hurt.  Feet were beginning to swell, so I added compression socks.  But, yes.  That hurt way too much for me to go on to sleep.  So... until that eases a bit, I am awake.

Awake late.

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I went to bed earlier, say 23:00?  I think.  Doesn't matter.  I just slept longer, and later.  I'll... keep at it.  I think I can do it.  I do.

On the good side?  The scale read 221.6 this morning.  I didn't expect metabolism to pick up for another few days to week, so expected, at best, a slow down in weight loss, or even some gains at worst.  I'll gladly take that.  Further, blood sugar is 94 fasting.  That I hoped to continue it's downward trend.  Carnivore food doesn't spike insulin, or disturb it in any way.  I am well into my new trend to lower official weight.

A bit of good and bad.

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I have tried to call my mother.  She simply isn't answering.  Without being sure her answering service works, I haven't left a message.  Maybe she will see I called, maybe she won't.  Verizon, even V to V, is sketchy about that anymore.  They just don't provide solid service, and that is about as good as it gets.  Quality simply isn't available, at any price, these days.  Not in America.

Blood sugar was checked, three or four hours after dinner?  Two?  Something.  It was 109.  I have had doctors suggest they don't mind blood sugar jumping as much as forty points with a meal, and even more through the day after several meals.  Which... tells me they want people to be diabetic.  They... sell the pills.  I'm not sure how most of them sleep at night.  Probably really comfortably, until they wake up in hell?  Probably.

Difficult to eat.

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I was torn as to whether to try to eat the remainder of the steak, or half of it.  I went with half.  And... can't quite finish that.  So... okay.  I had a fatted coffee a few hours ago.  Fine.  I have eaten and taken in enough fat for things to work.

While I am satisfied, I also understand that, until my body gets caught back up, to some extent, my cravings could hit in an instant.  Not so much for carnivore meals, but for else.  The smells?  When driving by fast food places?  Those are as associated with the addiction to their food as the food itself.  Unfortunately, there isn't a means of blocking that.

Down early, up early.

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Earlier.  Not exactly beating the sun.  Better than it has been.  Down around 03:30?  Up at 11:20, or so.  Not bad.  Did food help?  Maybe.  When not eating, I feel like an old cassette tape, dragging, getting caught on something, or nothing at all?  Though, did food help?  Possibly, with resolved to resist the game.  Or... not.  I never truly know.

Blood sugar is 90, fasting.  And, for the first time I think ever?  The weekly average is below one hundred, at 98!  That is a record low for averages, ever, since becoming diabetic.  Yes, I am excited.  A year of that and I am no longer considered diabetic.  I was wondering what food might do to that.  The right food doesn't do much.  Oh, and weight is 223.6.  The loss has slowed.  It may stop.  It might increase.  That will be a temporary happening, until I get my feet back under me, or my metabolism fires back up.  Still, that is the least I have weighed since before I joined the Navy.  I was 220 when I went in, having played football, basketball, and been in track for my four years of highschool.  Though I got up to 240 in the Navy, through working out, swimming, and eating better.  But, I was in much, much, better shape.  Just a slightly plump old ill guy now.  Meh.  Working on it.

Neither food nor coffee.

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Water, sure.  Dinner was enough.  The rest has been bagged for tomorrow.  I wondered if I would be terribly hungry again, in a hurry.  Not.  Not at all.  The water is more for slight thirst?  Not even that, just... trying to make sure to stay hydrated.  No... serious need, or want.  Just... tending it.

I checked blood sugar again.  I was a bit worried.  It is 89.  That... will do nicely.  If I can keep on the diet, and do intermittent fasting.  Plus longer fasts from time to time, I think this will do nicely.  If I keep blood sugar down, below 100, especially with averages, after a month, I may just stop testing.  If I want to add something in, like more salad, or brocolli, cauliflower, or such, I may check while adding it.  Just to make sure.  As well, check to see if I have any negative reactions.

Okay, wasn't sure how that was going to go.

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Ravenous?  Unable to eat?  I wasn't sure what my body would do, when present with food.  I cooked the steak.  Crispy on the outside, rare most of the way through.  Searing top, bottom, and sides.  Then I gave it five minutes to settle.  Finally, it was time.

I had no difficulty waiting through the cooking.  It wasn't difficult to let it rest.  I didn't dig in all that fast, just cutting the thing in half, and beginning on one half.

Who's mocking me?

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Did laugh.  No choice, as I saw things.  But... yeah, kinda.

Uhrm, right?

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Shut up!  Not YOU.  Me?  The world?  No one?  Someone else?  I don't know that!

No, not in a fussy mood.  Just chuckling about the world, and all that jazz.  Just woke up at 14:30?  Or so.  Been feeding Sassy, checking a few thing, minor tinkering first thing.

A rooster, more traffic, and the sun is beginning to tint the sky.

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It's almost six thirty... two minutes to... oh, by... the time stamp does suggest that.  States it, really, plainly, correctly.  It is 47 out there.  Not a major thing, this part of August.  Especially with it being a cooler summer.  It is 69 in the main, 70 up front here.  I had the front door open a bit through the night.  Strangely, I am comfortable enough.

I have certainly tolerated the heat this summer.  Can I adapt to the cold?  I have more things to wear, when it is cold though.  Various levels of thermals, both synthetic and natural fibers.  Though, if indoors, and dry, cotton is your friend.  Especially if you can change it daily, or so.

Down later.

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Much later.  Up later.  I can, on carnivore, push my day and night back into trim.  But, not when playing a game to which I have become addicted.  *sigh*  I can't put the stupid thing down.  A simple (?) survival game.  Though, to be honest?  I thought it would be a quick tosser game.

Play it for a few hours, or days, and it would be shot.  Here I am, a week in, still only... a third of the way through?  At best?  Technically I am only the last mission, with all the gear I need.  But there are... problems.  One doesn't simple walk into Mordor?  Or sich.

Yes?

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Is it six, or seven days now, without food?  Oh, well, I am having a fatted coffee a day.  Down to just one a day.  I had extra cream today, but usually I have between a quarter and half a cup.  I am reducing water intake, to... three to four cans a day?  Sometimes five, but trying to keep it down.

Something interesting, to me, is that I don't pee through the night anymore.  Or haven't in a goodly while.  I have to pee like a race horse in the morning, so rush to put on pj's, if I'm not wearing them, and a t if not wearing one.  As it gets cooler, I will be wearing those right on to bed at night.  Maybe even longjohns.  But, with it in the low to mid 70s, I go with just unders for now, usually.

Nope!

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Not to sleep, again, until 03:30.  Up at 12:30.  I did get the bandaging changed.  Used a new method, the doctor had suggested.  The skin is a bit sore, but... okay.  The wound looked pretty good.  Smelled good.  Yes, smelling is a part of tending wounds, like it or not.  That is attended.  Nice.  It isn't hurting today.  Also good.  The hurt means the honey is... encountering something?

Blood sugar is 105 fasting.  Weight is 226.2.  Very good.  Downing water and electrolytes now.  Will add waterpills and potassium.  Any time I take waterpills, I have to take potassium.  Balancing the stuff, I guess.  But it works.  Some things I will work with the doctor regarding, statins can get stuffed somewhere unmentionable.  As well as insulin "medicines".