7:06 AM I awoke at 4 AM with pain. What it hurts is not the wound itself but skin near it on upper area where there is a cut that has not healed. It hurts when i touch the area. I also exposed it to cold last night after i went briefly outside to dispose of a poop near the hydrant. After one hour, i put some triple oint on the wound and sprinkled a bit of a... from a capsule on the painful area outside the wound and the pain is now gone.

While i was at the wound care station (the whole living floor is covered with boxes and other items of wound car supplies) i also took my blood sugar. Last evening i ate like a pig and my BG was 200. I was expecting something between 150 and 200 but i was surprised when i saw... 98. Because i did 30 units last night after BG being so high.

Visually the wound looks better, i think it shrank in 24 hours by @ 1 mm across.

So i did not eat right away and my BG must have dropped even more and i am not used to such "low" levels and i became light headed (still am) and then i ate in a hurry, first half pear for some sugar. The guy upstairs started the morning stumps and somehow my heart synced with those and had some palpitations. Then i realized i was breathing again hard through a congested nose etc..

I used a decongestant and i am back in bed, but the smoke annoys me.

10:10 Slept two more hours. Awoke about half hour ago, with nausea. I think there should me more outside. As for the tree, can imagine, have not been there in ten days or so.

11:02 So i went. I put on three diabetics socks on my left foot on top of the two (big and small) sterile pads, figuring the bandage and compression sock and the big boot they gave me.

First i had to wait for the mailman to finish filling the boxes. Then, i forgot to look at the sign.

There was again one near hydrant, responsible with most of the nausea. Not far from where i found the one last night. While i was picking, Two F15s passed, the first very quiet, sounding like a normal jet. Only at the second one i realized, cause the normal jets don't fly so close to each other.

Then i went at the poop tree. I thought i had 6 bags with me, i had only 5 so i could not pick them all. Most come from the same dog.

Two more F15s passed, last one very low, invisible in the low clouds, with full afterburners on.

When i came back the extremely arrogant looking woman from E4, like last time, like most times, came with her dog. I went in the back to look at the signs not knowing i forgot to check them in the first place, she popped. Went back at the main door, she popped on the other side of the building. It felt like playing hide and seek with her.

When i got back inside i was hit by the smell of smoke, especially in the bedroom.

A very loud big muffle-less engine now doubling the sound of those planes. Now it stopped.