6-5-26

 W: 318.0        BS: 94

Doc doubled the new BP med starting today, so we shall be watching veerrrrry closely.

142/82

125/70

101/45

146/79

132/73

All in the space of an hour.  Bad cuff?

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On the way home from taxi duty and a stop at the Boozemart, I got behind a driver who apparently was already sauced up. Or sumpin. Drunk, drugged, stroke... inpaired. The first clue were the forays across the line and onto the shoulder.

Uh huh.

I followed for one turn, past two good places to pull over for vehicle trouble, and several more serious wanders outside the lane. Oh, and one full stop for no apparent reason. At that point I am waiting for county emergency to answer.

Fun fact. If you call 911 from my truck with the phone plugged in, it totally fubars the call. They can't hear me, and to me they sound like tinny whispers.

So, trying to follow suspect #1 while sorting out the phone issue and loudly saying their reg-plate numbers and our location. Another turn and I had just said "This person is going to hit someone" and.... they crossed the line and side-swiped someone. Oh Boy. The rodeo is in town.

All the moving parts come to a stop, with all dem people on the road in significantly injured vehicles and me pulled off at a side street maybe 20 yards away. Shutting the truck off solved my phone issue, and the nice lady was still trying to get through, so cool. I gave her location, rough idea of the scene, and began checking out the players for injuries. Made sure to get that plate said again in case #1 suspect decided to vamoose. I noticed enough leakages under his new Buick to see he wasn't moving that thing. The other vehicle had spewed a few large suspension parts into the road, and on a GM that's a disqualifier.

All the peoples were out, walking, talking, and only one was wobbling... good 'ol #1.

That's it. Checked out conditions, directed the looky lou's past the scene, and waited on the nice officer. Turned out another guy at the scene was an off-duty, so he repeated what I had done and then vested up to direct traffic.

Officer friendly arrived, sorted the scene in a minute or two, and began the first interviews. My turn, I just handed him my license, told him everything on it is correct, gave him my number, and a short paragraph of what I had witnessed. "Uh huh... thank you sir".

I told him "I'll be home the rest of the day and just a couple miles that way. Hit me up if I can help" and homeward bound I was.

That's it. Did my part, not fast enough, but nobody got hurt and I could not have stopped it in time no how anyway. Time to relax a few with a cigar and contemplate life.

G.K. Chesterton on politicians.

 

March 1st, 1921, to the Cleveland Press.  No... I was not there, thank you very much.

He went on to say all politics should be local so that we might kick our politicians as we wish, and hang them on the same liberty tree we gathered around.

I mean, can't argue with that logic, can we?

Slicy stabby

 

Knife sharpening day at the OK-ish corral. Every month or two, the stones get soaked. 600/1000/3000 and then the steel.

I don't buy 'good' knives for our kitchen.  It's taken me years to get the barbarians to not throw knives in the sink or dishwasher.  I buy working knives at the restaurant store.  Damn near disposable, but they do hold an edge and they are shaped correctly. The best blade in the pack is a Victorinox that cost about $50.

Sharpening sessions involve cleaning, 600 grit till the edge is shaped right, then 1000 and 3000 to get the sharp.  Clean between stoning, and before the steel.  Once dry and fully cleaned they go back to the magnet rack over the counter.

When is it time for a sharpening session?  When I am disappointed with performance on the board.

 

6-4-26

 W: 319.8            BS: NA

There's reasons, and then their are excuses. One can have reasons for screwing up, while still not making excuses.  I know the reasons for where I am.

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6-3-26

 W: 318.8        BS: 142

Yesterday, FUBAR.

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6-1-26

 W: 314.8            BS: 141

Awake at 3am. OofB at 5am.  No sleep for the wicked.

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Via Peter...

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5-31-26

 W: 314.0            BS: 74

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Chicken Lazone, predominantly from Chef John's recipe.  I gave the halved chicken breasts 24 hours in the fridge after the spice rub.  You know I changed up the recipe, because I gotta be me.  Everyone who had some (Everyone in the house) including myself declared it the tastiest chicken I ever made. 

Anyone wants more detail on how I made it. just ask.

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5-30-26

 W:  317.0            BS: 104

Juggling the insulin/sugar thing.  For the longest time I was at 38 units.  The last few days I've been at 24 units, and well under control.  Doc says "Well, Good job regulating that".  Huh.

No chores today.  If Herself can wedge her ass out of bed, we are putting Lil Hooker in  the river.  Here Fishy Fishy...

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NOFF.  A couple hours was enough for me. Heavy currents, strong winds, significant chop.

5-29-26

 W:  319       BS: 142

Weight up.  Sodium and fluid retention.  This not my happy face.

BS up, down, and all around. It did a low dive for a few days (<50 one night), with no seeming cause.  Getting back to stable, but not there yet. Maybe because I cut back drinking a bit?

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5-28-26

 W: 318.2  (Sodium)        BS: 94

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Good day for deck time.  I need to spend some hours on triggers...

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5-27-26

 W: 316.4                BS: 108

On the road and doing neighbor shit most of the day.  Pizza incoming.

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Monday, Part Two? Very Memish today.

 W: 316.2            BS: 94

Okay.... blood sugar weirdness.  Last week it was slightly high, but within norms. Then I put on a new CGM sensor and it recorded lower numbers.  I Checked with a blood stick, and the new sensor is within 10 points (A Miracle!).   I watched the numbers closely. Yup, lower suddenly.  Then Monday morning I woke up and looked at the track to see I was hovering just under 50 all night, and the finger stick corroborated.  Uh oh.  Yes, I had eaten lightly, but this is the first time I've seen that.

Monday night I cut my daily insulin by 12 units (!).  This morning, awakened to 90 and it had been around 70 all night.  Good numbers.

What the heck happened?  Glad I watch those numbers closely, and can adjust meds as required. 

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The sausage roll, re-done with ham and sharp cheddar.  Herself and I ate one each, and that might be our day's food.  Delicious, but crazy filling.  Girl child ate TWO, and went to bed.

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Sausage rolls...

No wonder those brits love these so much.

My butter bread dough, rolled flat, and given a filling of sausage and ricotta.

Fam is making growly noises while they eat.

2nd blursday, mo memes

 W: 313.0            BS: 97

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Coffee pot... she work better when turned on.  Noted.

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I realized the truck, 3 years old and 25K, had never had the engine air and cabin filters replaced.  $25 later, and here we go.  The engine air filter surprised me, looking almost new.  The cabin air filter, not so much.  At least 50% blocked.  All good now.

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Blursday, now with many memes.

 W: 312.2               BS: 117

Weather for the foreseeable looks like a Bradbury story.  Where the sundome at?

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The Schlitz story....

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I very much over-produced on pickles last year. Far more than we can eat before this years cukes begin coming in.  So, what to do?

Today I sliced up several jars of pickles and put them in the dehydrator.  Also a jar of sweet peppers.  If Herself doesn't just munch up all the pickle chips, I'll grind them into powder.  Pickle powder!  On fries, popcorn, pork chops, flat bread, salad dressings, etc.

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5-20-26

 W: 314.2            BS: 107

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Daily Quackers

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I realize Whack Jobs can appear anywhere at any time, but the Tribe seems to be generating a groundswell of them. Now we have a D candidate openly calling for concentrations camps and wholesale castration for Jews.

If I was on a team, and the locker room began sporting Nazi flags and death threats, I might rethink my choice of teams.

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Until lamp posts are being decorated in the French fashion, none of this matters.

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