Day two of breath study

I did not sleep well last night.  Had woken about 2am and thought I needed to pee (I didn't), looked at my phone and saw that a bit over an hour earlier Shitlord had texted.  At that hour of the morning his awkward wording left it seeming a very backhanded text and so I got worked up and had a lot of trouble getting back to sleep.  (By light of day, and after a little clarification, it was his attempt to say he does actually want us to be friends again some day.)

I went in to uni, fasted and cranky.  I went the direct way as I decided I am no longer willing to walk over the hill through town just to avoid passing near Shitlord's house.  It would be growth.  Except I felt the need to ask him if it was okay that I stopped going out of my way to avoided places near him.  Because asking your ex for permission to use the main route to uni is totally sensible.  (That was the conversation that led to the weirdness overnight.)

I got to the study and this time I got to eat a specifically weighed amount of wholemeal bread (to have 50g of available carbs).  I watched a bunch more Avatar, with the headphones that Julie gave me on Sunday (I have good friends).
Actual food led to getting less hypoglycaemic - less of a high first too.  For the final day with its mostly whole grains I can probably expect to not get hypo at all.   Super low GI and all.

The relatively normal blood glucose means I have far less excuse for the text conversation I had with Shitlord - it was mostly just trying to get the actual meaning out of the message he had sent overnight.  He has abused his apparently poor English enough times that I am unwilling to give him benefit of the doubt when it mostly just looks like he got words confused.  I have fallen for that when used maliciously.

And talking about it has made me super angry about it again.  Too many emotions still attached to his everything.  The awfulness, and how thinking about it reminds me how much I really liked the few bits that weren't awful.

On the way home from the study I bumped into one of his work friends, one of the regular Tuesday group hang, who didn't know we had parted ways.  We had a pretty nice conversation in which it was pointed out that I had been dating someone who was clearly shady and up to something.  The result of which is I think I may be successfully stealing one of Shitlord's crew.



Only three needles in the veins today, but the fingertips on my left hand are all complaining about all the holes poked in them.

I took my own machine and compared results.  They were unreliably different.  Either my machine is a bit terrible, or my strips have expired.