I think a nap may be unavoidable today. Okay, it's 6:30 but I am just worn out and I can't see making it to 10:30 or even 9, for that matter. I don't remember waking up last night and if I did I got back to sleep quickly but all day long I have been ready for a nap. Now I'm crashing and all I want to do is doze.
Riley is laying under my desk and her stomach is making some really awful noises. She found something in the grass when we were leaving for our walk and whatever it was was a BAD idea. We only just got back but it looks like I may have to periodically let her out tonight.
So the other news I forgot to mention about the doctor visit is about my test strips. I run out EVERY TIME and asked my doctor if he could throw in an extra box for me. According to what he says, the pharmacy is lacking math skills. He changed something in the computer and the problem will supposedly be fixed now. Keep your fingers crossed.
I wrote a check today to pay off the Dodge. While your fingers are crossed, think a positive thought about how LONG this vehicle will LAST.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
Check this out, Mom!
I am getting sooooo tiiiiirrreeeeddddd....zzzzzz
but it was a good day. I got up on my first day of spring break to go get stabbed at the VA. Boooooo. But Chris drove me so I didn't have to park five blocks away. It's such a nice deal- I go get stabbed, he goes to get a coffee... but once I'm in a lab chair I text him so he can head back. When I left the hospital he was driving up the street. Nice!
We went to Michael's to look at paper for our wedding invitations. I always tell him he should be grateful that I have a quirky style and not something he hates but this is my moment to say how grateful I am that he is willing to go compare paper and consider envelopes and color schemes. :D
I went to my doctor's appointment alone while he tried to nap off his New Glasses Migraine. (He gets one free pair a year and last year he lost them within a month, I think.) My doctor had some good news for me. You can't see what this says, but...
That's my A1C. 6.5. And those dates along the bottom are the last six years. For those of you who don't know what this means, allow me to translate. A1C is an average of how your blood sugar has been over the past three months. A meter can only give you an average of your readings; A1C gives the average of everywhere your blood sugar has been- monitored or not. The number translates to a range of blood sugar readings and the goal for diabetics is under 7. For the first time ever, I am under 7.
The doctor printed this for me and I have never been so careful with a piece of paper. I wanted to frame it. I texted Dad and here is his response:
"OMG. Nice Jen. That beats my best of 6.8."
Now I know I'm really cooking because Dad is a very well behaved diabetic. I was so gleeful and I couldn't wait to get home to show Chris. On the way I thought about how my endocrinologist changed my insulin ratio and how that was the reason... but then I decided to chuck that thinking. Sure, I needed the help but if I hold myself responsible for the high numbers, why can't I congratulate myself for the low numbers too? I need to be proud because while I haven't lost any weight, I have been working hard to limit my cravings and portions. I lose sometimes :D but I have been working hard, dammit.
Just last night Chris woke me up to see the tsunami as it was happening, somewhere around midnight. I was really upset about being woken up and immediately had to sit up so I wouldn't vomit. He got me water and made me test but before I even got the kit I figured out what was wrong: I hadn't taken my nighttime shot. Recently I set an alarm on my phone to take that shot, my kidney protector and my natural relax-and-go-to-sleep-now pill. I got distracted and took the pills but never made it to the fridge. Chris, who was calling everyone who was up (and a few who weren't) in order to be the bearer of bad news, told somebody over the phone,
"Hold on, I've got a diabetic here that's not taking care of herself."
This morning (long after the retort would be relevant), I reminded Chris that out of 365 nights, I miss maybe two a year. If I did my math right (and there's no guarantee of that), that means I remember to take my shot 99% of the time. Doesn't it suck that 99% isn't good enough? It is amazing how sick I feel if I don't get that shot within a couple hours.
Anyway, so I learned that when that alarm goes off, I need to stop whatever I'm doing and go take my shot. But now we're somewhere else. Where were we supposed to be going?
Ah yes, so sometimes I goof but a change in ratio alone would not yield these results. After 10 years of 1 unit to 15 carbs, seeing a piece of bread or applesauce or fruit in terms of 15s, correcting 1 unit per 50 points, I had to recalibrate. Corrections are now counted in 40s. Working with a smaller ratio means not rounding the sixes and fours. Suddenly I have to look at it all differently, like it's all new again. So go me, goddammit.
I came home and handed Chris the paper without saying a word. I watched his face but it was his voice that conveyed his feelings. It was soft and quiet. He pulled me to him, crushing the paper and me. I got kisses, kisses, and more kisses. He was SO happy. :D
We took the dogs to the park and walked the loop while Jasmine chased her monster and Riley hunted squirrels. Riley scampered and ran the WHOLE TIME. She also kept trying to get into the stinky creek remnants, but I managed to convince her otherwise. Last time she came out with solid black legs. Gross.
At home, Chris and Ant packed up for their drive down to Gardnerville. I'm sad because the Coasters are playing and Chris is doing their sound, but someone had to stay and take care of the dogs. They are grateful, I'm sure. Tomorrow we'll go meet Jody at Rattlesnake Mountain and the girls will burn some more energy.
I wanted to get some necessary evils out of the way during spring break so tomorrow will be a good time to do them- take advantage of a quiet house, defeat procrastination so this caca isn't hanging over me all week. It's only a break if it FEELS like a break, right? So there are benefits to being left behind, thought Chris still wants me to drive out for the show.
At 5:30, I went to meet my coworkers at a restaurant for a goodbye party for one of the counselors. The restaurant was crowded and we were sitting at a long table, so we didn't all get to interact but it was a good time anyway. I was surprised and happy that almost everyone was there. The food was awesome. At my end of the table, we decided to order dishes we could share so I sampled their fish and chips, chicken wings, shrimp scampi, avocado egg rolls, fried artichoke, and fancy mac & cheese. The avocado egg rolls were the big hit and I have leftover macaroni in the fridge. The mac was on this special menu of tiny items meant to be added to your meal. With a salad, that would have been a great meal, and the total including both would be around 6 or 7 bucks. The beer was just as much but it was tasty. I am really happy to see restaurants offering these tiny choices, especially for dessert. No one needs a giant slab of Death By Chocolate cake. Olive Garden and Applebee's have little dessert cups and even they are large enough to share, but it's not overkill.
So now I'm full and exhausted, so I'm going to put on a movie and pass out. Goodnight.
but it was a good day. I got up on my first day of spring break to go get stabbed at the VA. Boooooo. But Chris drove me so I didn't have to park five blocks away. It's such a nice deal- I go get stabbed, he goes to get a coffee... but once I'm in a lab chair I text him so he can head back. When I left the hospital he was driving up the street. Nice!
We went to Michael's to look at paper for our wedding invitations. I always tell him he should be grateful that I have a quirky style and not something he hates but this is my moment to say how grateful I am that he is willing to go compare paper and consider envelopes and color schemes. :D
I went to my doctor's appointment alone while he tried to nap off his New Glasses Migraine. (He gets one free pair a year and last year he lost them within a month, I think.) My doctor had some good news for me. You can't see what this says, but...
That's my A1C. 6.5. And those dates along the bottom are the last six years. For those of you who don't know what this means, allow me to translate. A1C is an average of how your blood sugar has been over the past three months. A meter can only give you an average of your readings; A1C gives the average of everywhere your blood sugar has been- monitored or not. The number translates to a range of blood sugar readings and the goal for diabetics is under 7. For the first time ever, I am under 7.
The doctor printed this for me and I have never been so careful with a piece of paper. I wanted to frame it. I texted Dad and here is his response:
"OMG. Nice Jen. That beats my best of 6.8."
Now I know I'm really cooking because Dad is a very well behaved diabetic. I was so gleeful and I couldn't wait to get home to show Chris. On the way I thought about how my endocrinologist changed my insulin ratio and how that was the reason... but then I decided to chuck that thinking. Sure, I needed the help but if I hold myself responsible for the high numbers, why can't I congratulate myself for the low numbers too? I need to be proud because while I haven't lost any weight, I have been working hard to limit my cravings and portions. I lose sometimes :D but I have been working hard, dammit.
Just last night Chris woke me up to see the tsunami as it was happening, somewhere around midnight. I was really upset about being woken up and immediately had to sit up so I wouldn't vomit. He got me water and made me test but before I even got the kit I figured out what was wrong: I hadn't taken my nighttime shot. Recently I set an alarm on my phone to take that shot, my kidney protector and my natural relax-and-go-to-sleep-now pill. I got distracted and took the pills but never made it to the fridge. Chris, who was calling everyone who was up (and a few who weren't) in order to be the bearer of bad news, told somebody over the phone,
"Hold on, I've got a diabetic here that's not taking care of herself."
This morning (long after the retort would be relevant), I reminded Chris that out of 365 nights, I miss maybe two a year. If I did my math right (and there's no guarantee of that), that means I remember to take my shot 99% of the time. Doesn't it suck that 99% isn't good enough? It is amazing how sick I feel if I don't get that shot within a couple hours.
Anyway, so I learned that when that alarm goes off, I need to stop whatever I'm doing and go take my shot. But now we're somewhere else. Where were we supposed to be going?
Ah yes, so sometimes I goof but a change in ratio alone would not yield these results. After 10 years of 1 unit to 15 carbs, seeing a piece of bread or applesauce or fruit in terms of 15s, correcting 1 unit per 50 points, I had to recalibrate. Corrections are now counted in 40s. Working with a smaller ratio means not rounding the sixes and fours. Suddenly I have to look at it all differently, like it's all new again. So go me, goddammit.
I came home and handed Chris the paper without saying a word. I watched his face but it was his voice that conveyed his feelings. It was soft and quiet. He pulled me to him, crushing the paper and me. I got kisses, kisses, and more kisses. He was SO happy. :D
We took the dogs to the park and walked the loop while Jasmine chased her monster and Riley hunted squirrels. Riley scampered and ran the WHOLE TIME. She also kept trying to get into the stinky creek remnants, but I managed to convince her otherwise. Last time she came out with solid black legs. Gross.
At home, Chris and Ant packed up for their drive down to Gardnerville. I'm sad because the Coasters are playing and Chris is doing their sound, but someone had to stay and take care of the dogs. They are grateful, I'm sure. Tomorrow we'll go meet Jody at Rattlesnake Mountain and the girls will burn some more energy.
I wanted to get some necessary evils out of the way during spring break so tomorrow will be a good time to do them- take advantage of a quiet house, defeat procrastination so this caca isn't hanging over me all week. It's only a break if it FEELS like a break, right? So there are benefits to being left behind, thought Chris still wants me to drive out for the show.
At 5:30, I went to meet my coworkers at a restaurant for a goodbye party for one of the counselors. The restaurant was crowded and we were sitting at a long table, so we didn't all get to interact but it was a good time anyway. I was surprised and happy that almost everyone was there. The food was awesome. At my end of the table, we decided to order dishes we could share so I sampled their fish and chips, chicken wings, shrimp scampi, avocado egg rolls, fried artichoke, and fancy mac & cheese. The avocado egg rolls were the big hit and I have leftover macaroni in the fridge. The mac was on this special menu of tiny items meant to be added to your meal. With a salad, that would have been a great meal, and the total including both would be around 6 or 7 bucks. The beer was just as much but it was tasty. I am really happy to see restaurants offering these tiny choices, especially for dessert. No one needs a giant slab of Death By Chocolate cake. Olive Garden and Applebee's have little dessert cups and even they are large enough to share, but it's not overkill.
So now I'm full and exhausted, so I'm going to put on a movie and pass out. Goodnight.
Thursday, March 10, 2011
P.S.
Oh, and now that we've got a date I can tell you that Chris and I are planning a wedding. It will be on 9-10-11 at Topaz, isn't that awesome?
Balance
Ant had been in his room supposedly reading for an hour and was supposed to have lights out by 10 last night, but when I logged into Facebook around 10:15 I saw that Ant had just updated his status. Hmmm. I showed Chris, who went into Ant's room and quietly confiscated the PSP while Ant pretended to be asleep. I just love it when they don't think you're going to catch on. Just like last night when Chris came to pick me up from school- I saw just a flash of child running into the kitchen as if he'd been there the whole time rather than camped out watching TV. Chris and I perused Ant's posts and comments and were not entirely happy with what we found. Chris "woke Ant up" and had him sign in. (I do have his password written down.) Chris asked him about all the people he's added- there are some questionable profile pictures in there. When I let him set up a profile I told him any friend requests needed to come through us, but he hasn't felt the need to do that. There are four fake Demi Lovatos, Selena Gomezes, and Justin Biebers each, along with other people he says are famous but that are not their actual pages. Then there are these random girls who look either too old or too sleazy to be anyone he knows. Chris asked him about one girl and Ant said, "I have no idea who that is." He swore he hadn't requested her as a friend or accepted her request. Nice try. Chris was planning on deleting the whole account but I sent Ant to bed and we changed his password. Now he will have to be supervised in order to go online. I think it's a good solution and it forces us to be way more involved in who he's talking to and about what.
In other "Ant is twelve" news, this morning I passed him walking the dogs on my way to work. Riley was pooping. Ant waved to me and happily traipsed past, leaving the poop behind. He isn't even carrying poop bags as a pretense. We have addressed this only recently, so this afternoon when I get home he will accompany me on my walk and carry a grocery bag and pick up every piece of poop I see. Think I'm harsh? Maybe so. Don't worry, I'm not always an ogre. I really do look for opportunities to reward him. I have this stash of Garfield books and hand them out regularly. Last weekend he saw a cross-stitch and started talking about the latch hook his foster parents bought him. He'd done a pretty good amount in a week but lost all the yarn pieces when he got here. I took him to Michael's that day and we bought him a replacement kit and the latch hook tool (with a coupon, of course). He was excited to relearn how to do it and told me he could crank it out in three days. Not so, but I'm hoping he keeps it up. He wants one of these things
to paint, which are pretty inexpensive, but I told him he has to finish the latch hook first. I would love for him to do more crafty things. I also got him reading one of the Imponderables series I used to read at his age. When we were doing chores I had a lot of homework to do so I did my half hour on, half hour off deal. I studied while he read, then he would tell me strange facts while we cleaned. AND- I'm so excited about this- the RNR just ran their yearly article about all the different theater companies in Reno and their upcoming productions. James and the Giant Peach will be an outside affair at the park- there's no solid dates yet but I wrote a reminder on the calendar- I don't think Ant will ever outgrow Roald Dahl. I never did. Even Chris makes references to Miss Truchbull or Matilda occasionally. I feel like I could take Ant to some of the more grown up plays because he behaves pretty well. He did great last year at that Lakota Sioux thing that went on for three hours. I was ready to pitch a fit, but he was great. And remember that kooky modern dance show we went to? I thought I had lost them both forever but they both had interesting things to say about it and swore they liked it. TMCC is doing free showcases of their theater, dance, and music groups and there's a murder mystery at one of the high schools that I think we could all enjoy. Yay!
In other "Ant is twelve" news, this morning I passed him walking the dogs on my way to work. Riley was pooping. Ant waved to me and happily traipsed past, leaving the poop behind. He isn't even carrying poop bags as a pretense. We have addressed this only recently, so this afternoon when I get home he will accompany me on my walk and carry a grocery bag and pick up every piece of poop I see. Think I'm harsh? Maybe so. Don't worry, I'm not always an ogre. I really do look for opportunities to reward him. I have this stash of Garfield books and hand them out regularly. Last weekend he saw a cross-stitch and started talking about the latch hook his foster parents bought him. He'd done a pretty good amount in a week but lost all the yarn pieces when he got here. I took him to Michael's that day and we bought him a replacement kit and the latch hook tool (with a coupon, of course). He was excited to relearn how to do it and told me he could crank it out in three days. Not so, but I'm hoping he keeps it up. He wants one of these things
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Is it Friday yet?
I just dragged myself away from an extra french dip sandwich. It was tough, but I did it. Whew!
School is going... yep, it's going. It's hard to believe next week is spring break. I bet it won't be as exciting as last year, huh?
We got a treadmill today from Ant's friend's dad. The dogs were excited and terrified but we got them both going with cookies. Kind of defeats the purpose, but whatever.
My dissolving stitches may be dissolved on the inside but there's a piece hanging out from the puncture wound and it is starting to get very irritated. The doctor said it would eventually fall off or if I was so inclined, I could pull on it and it would break. Um, no. I pulled a tiny bit yesterday- the lightest tug that wouldn't have torn a piece of toilet paper. Chris offered but I keep envisioning pulling a loose thread on clothing and watching everything pull tight. Ugh. I googled dissolvable stitches and kept finding strong suggestions not to pull it. One lady said she pulled it and got several infections as a result. It is getting extremely uncomfortable and looks pretty angry so I plan to crash the VA tomorrow and see if the doctor will take a look. He's only there on Wednesdays and every other Tuesday and I saw him last Tuesday so I suffered through today. I'm pretty sure he'll take five minutes to see me. He can call me a wuss, I don't mind.
Jennyway, that's it for tonight. I'll try to write more (entertaining) blogs soon.
School is going... yep, it's going. It's hard to believe next week is spring break. I bet it won't be as exciting as last year, huh?
We got a treadmill today from Ant's friend's dad. The dogs were excited and terrified but we got them both going with cookies. Kind of defeats the purpose, but whatever.
My dissolving stitches may be dissolved on the inside but there's a piece hanging out from the puncture wound and it is starting to get very irritated. The doctor said it would eventually fall off or if I was so inclined, I could pull on it and it would break. Um, no. I pulled a tiny bit yesterday- the lightest tug that wouldn't have torn a piece of toilet paper. Chris offered but I keep envisioning pulling a loose thread on clothing and watching everything pull tight. Ugh. I googled dissolvable stitches and kept finding strong suggestions not to pull it. One lady said she pulled it and got several infections as a result. It is getting extremely uncomfortable and looks pretty angry so I plan to crash the VA tomorrow and see if the doctor will take a look. He's only there on Wednesdays and every other Tuesday and I saw him last Tuesday so I suffered through today. I'm pretty sure he'll take five minutes to see me. He can call me a wuss, I don't mind.
Jennyway, that's it for tonight. I'll try to write more (entertaining) blogs soon.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Today at UNR
Today in the bathroom I saw graffiti on the wall. I read it as:
PC Pisa
Good Thing
I thought, "Oh, is that some kind of art program for computers?"
The letters were all mushed together and I realized it actually said:
PCP IS A GOOD THING
Today at lunch I overheard something I never expected to hear:
"Oh my god, did you see Keeping up with the Kardashians?"
Today in art history my teacher was talking about seeing triangles but unintentionally summed up the class by saying:
"It doesn't have to have a point."
PC Pisa
Good Thing
I thought, "Oh, is that some kind of art program for computers?"
The letters were all mushed together and I realized it actually said:
PCP IS A GOOD THING
Today at lunch I overheard something I never expected to hear:
"Oh my god, did you see Keeping up with the Kardashians?"
Today in art history my teacher was talking about seeing triangles but unintentionally summed up the class by saying:
"It doesn't have to have a point."
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