Running...

Was gone from 8-9 today. Yet, I am up, and feeling ok! I should be lying down! Napping! Something! Instead, I am doing LAUNDRY??????? Whoa!

Tipping points

Dinner went well, and we are both riding the health train. He has Type I, me Type II, both seem to have been triggered by secondary body trauma. Me from the tapeworms, him from breaking his arm.

The interconnectedness of health really is amazing, huh?

Bread...and Dinner

I gave up bread for lent, thinking that it would be something easy, something I would not really miss.....WRONG!

Though my blood sugars are considerably better, I can't tell if it is a carbohydrate reduction, or from the re-alignment of my hormones from the hysterectomy. Wonderful. Another month of dealing with adjustments. Do I just fix and fix until my beta cells die, and they put me on insulin?

Eating dinner with my ex tonight. I need to tell him about John's death. I am an emotional mess, and, although it should not matter, considering the water under Niko and my proverbial bridge, I find myself angry and embarrassed that I have a brand new chin-zit for the occasion...Vanity is as ill-fitting and unattractive on me as any of my other vices.

Mo Pro

I worked last week at the Church painting on Saturday...and Monday...and Tuesday...and Thursday....and Friday, which was the Mormon Prom.

Wednesday was St. Patrick's Day, and I celebrated with my family.

I was assigned to do a bridge that took forever, and it wound up looking childish, and not what I wanted, but I have decided that I don't care. I am beyond tired, and got so sick of blood sugar lows, I did something radical.....

I cancelled my appointment with my Endocrinologist, and cut my prescriptions in half.

I check my blood sugars 6 times a day, and medicate only if I rise over 150.

I will need to go into next week (when I am not as busy) to decide, but I think it is working for me! I had no lows, and no real highs!

The Bridge too far.....

Saturday night I showed up to paint, and was assigned a bridge facade. With no actual tools to do so, I was told to create a "precise bridge"....complete with curved cement bottom (like Venice) and wrought iron top. Made of 1 inch foam core insulation...I painted a grid, and got to work. It looked a mess, but made sense to me.

I am now almost done. Initially, my knees and back were really sore from painting, but I got to lay on the hard floor last night and really stretch out my back, and it was lots better. One of the Brothers on the build crew is a carpenter, and swears by his inversion table. He says hanging upside down pulls everything right, and relieves pain.

If I was not so worried about breaking the machine, collapsing into a pile of aluminum and inversion boots, I'd give it a try....

Thinking about taking a more radical approach to my diabetes treatment.....more later.

The visitors, and the aftereffects...

During the storm, a really old ex-boyfriend's Father died. I heard the story on facebook (where most stories are told these days).

The funeral had been planned for the Friday of the first storm, and it got cancelled. My old High-School friend and her daughter came for the rescheduled Memorial service. As it was the daughter's Spring Break, they stayed a week.

I walked 3+ miles the first day of taking them downtown. L. and I had carefully calculated the closest Metro stop to the Museums, and as we emerged, the 13 year old looked around, and said, "I want to see The Lincoln Memorial!"

I protested, but off we went. The next day we saw actual museums, but they wanted to hike to Judiciary Square to hop the Red line....

I was sore for days, but am recovering now. Next task will be painting for the Mormon Prom.....

Back in time

As a teenager, I would never have more than one zit at a time. As of this moment, I have 9! They are like baby acne - tiny one pore whiteheads. But there are so many of them, I really look a mess!

I really can't believe I am even writing about this. I could have had cancer, and I am complaining about my acne? really? It does make me wonder what other hormones are off balance. And while I am glad that I have not grown a beard, this is even more irritating. My hair is falling out in the shower in handfuls, and I finally think I will at least ask about HRT...