Spring!

Pollen, pollen, pollen.....

It coats cars, and turns my nose into a sea. Nothing new, and the clairitin substitute seems to be helping.

My hips and knees are sore. I don't know what is up with that, I need to make an appointment.

I'm back to watching dogs. I'm back to playing instruments for a pit band for a play. I'm back to getting home at 9. And I am the same tired that I was before.

Maybe it's lifestyle? LOL

Good Friday

I am at work, and 99.99999 percent of my coworkers are off. This is what that means! It means that the second I need to run to the restroom, the phone will ring; anytime I am actually at my desk??? Yeah, silent.

It means that I will make coffee that I will dump out.

It also means I get to crank on Handels Messiah at my desk, and no one will mind! :)

I have about 25 envelopes to stuff for the Buisness office, and 10 Bills to enter into the log.

I should be done in the next half-hour.

I walked briskly up my stairs last night without holding the handrail, and surprised myself. There was no weird pulling, no fatigue. I really, truly am getting better. Thank God.

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.