x2.

x2.

Blood sugar: 87.

Barely made it to the wc at Toyota while picking up T’s car.

C2p, but not too bad. I’m not even going to bother mentioning b for awhile until I see much less of it.

Was napping, and sure enough managed to relax instead of cramping. Guess I’ll just spend most of my time prostrate, then. Heck, I might even put on some weight. Could use the fat!

And again.

Blood sugar: 117.

Small and painful.

118lb.