I am taking today off so that I can meal plan, grocery shop and generally try to get my body back into the shape it should be in. This morning, my sugar/glucose was still high (245), so I looked around the world wide web for a tasty breakfast, that included items already in my store of food goods. I found this which looked pretty yummy, but I don't have thyme, so it's going to taste somewhat different. I also didn't have the butter-flavored pan spray, but I just subbed in the original PAM cooking spray and a small dab of I Can't Believe It's Not Butter.
I have no clear idea what it will taste like, so I'm making a cup of coffee to help wash it down just in case.
Prep time took about 10 minutes (most of that was heating up the oven), so it's a doable morning recipe. I'm going to need more apples, if I like it, thyme, butter-flavored cooking spray and a smaller whisk. So I'm starting a grocery list. I also had to sort of guestimate how much of everything, because I didn't have the egg-substitute, so I used a couple regular eggs, and a little less milk and flour. It will likely be "runny". I cooked the required time, and it's not done in the center, so I'm going to bake just a little longer in hopes of getting it to firm up a little more. Next time, I'll measure it more carefully, but right now, I'M HUNGRY! There will be a review at the end of the day.
No knitting last night. I'm seriously out of sorts with this diagnosis. An old boyfriend of mine had diabetes type I, and I don't remember him eating any differently than I am having to do--he pretty much ate what he wanted to, and took insulin to pound out the rough spots and take care of whatever extra sugar he was taking in. But seriously, this is no contest--he's had years and years to get used to and deal with diabetes. I suppose it slowed him down some considering that he used to be a rock climber and spelunker, sailor and swimmer, dancer and, well you get the picture. When *I* met him, he was still a dancer, but had pretty much put everything else away, as if his lifetime was over and things were seriously slowing down. When things really got going for us, he fixed up the sailboat, and we went for a couple of rides, but Michigan only allows sailing on a small Sunfish one person boat in the depths of summer when the lake is warm bathwater--just in case of falling in, you see?
So there were limits to his activity, but he picked them back up now and then as time and weather would allow. He even climbed the ledges in Grand Ledge--and while not exactly a challenge for him, it gave him and his daughter a chance to bond.
Okay, review on the Apple Frittata--is good, sort of okay, really--I think the thyme would have brought out the flavor more--maybe even a sprig of mint would have added--but definitely needs the thyme. It's really bland, otherwise.
Where's the coffee?
It makes 4 servings, but with my guestimates, I figured I could eat 1/3 of it and still be within limits....so with coffee on hand--
Last night was really fitful. I woke up at 3ish, sweating like I'd just finished the triathalon, and the bed and pillow literally dripped. I threw off every cover, and lay there, shivvering until finally falling asleep again sometime after hubby left for work.
Mental note, remove the apple skin.
Then, when I finally rose at 7ish, I emailed work and explained what had happened to me yesterday--god knows I really REALLY would rather be at the office, right? The work doesn't get done if I stay home. But seriously, I need time to get used to what's going on inside of me before I can handle the outside--right? So I'm staying home until Wednesday (we have Tuesday off, so that makes it a little easier).
A little late with the newsflash, here, but Obama won the presidency. They are already talking about what house changes will take place when Mrs. Obama gets her hands on the place. Frankly, I don't understand why changes have to happen! One more reason to make the deficit a bit larger, eh? I mean, hire Martha Stewart and get it over with already!
If I sound a bit grumpy about the election, you guessed right. I voted for the other guy...what was his name? Simply because I bleed red, not blue blood. I resist the idea that I only voted party lines, because I did vote for some democrats--which with the result of the election put the dems in control of the senate, too! Did I screw up or what? Anyway, I suppose disgruntled is more the word of the day. I'm hoping that his tenure as president will be a throwback to the Kennedy administration--and I fear for his life, quite honestly, as I believe there will be attempts on his life, just as in the Kennedy administration. I will admit--he's a smooth talker, but so was Clinton--let's not go there. But his suave and debonair exterior didn't really phase me--he's still a politician. We'll see if he can make the changes happen in a good way that don't hurt the middle class more than they already are, and by golly, he better help get Michigan back on it's feet--especially Lansing--we who have been dependent on the automotive industry far too long.
This isn't an economic issue, that of Michigan's trouble. I have long said that GM held on to gas-guzzler cars, trucks and SUV's for much too long, when they ought to have been researching and developing cars that would use cheap alternative energies, and/or developed the energies themselves. GM missed the boat. BIG TIME. Had they been working on this for the last 40 years (our lifetimes), we would be flying around like George Jetson by now.
Just my opinion, but there you have it. I think our "transportation" has to move on to quick air travel--and utilize whatever form of transportation that entails--there are too many jobs going away from the United States. Our people need to follow those jobs. We can't depend on jobs staying in one place in this mobile world. Where I work, people are leaving Michigan like rats on a sinking ship. Heading for places like Georgia (why???????), Texas and Arizona. Leaving behind homes they have mortgages with that they can't/couldn't/haven't paid, only worsening the problem here.
My husband could keep his job, if he moved to Mississippi.
But our home is here. Our families are here (and his dad has cancer!). Our animals are here! And with the economy the way it is, we would never recover the money for our house--although we might be able to buy a nice house in Mississippi....but imagine the travel costs to get there! And what of my job? I might be able to get a job as an Assistance Payments worker in Mississippi--ho boy! With my attitude? LOL! That's pretty funny.
Or maybe I could find a job working in a yarn store? Now that would be fun! Although it wouldn't pay nearly as much, at least I could be happy. And maybe I wouldn't spend my entire check on yarn.
Oh, who am I kidding?
More coffee...
Mississippi--didn't they just get hit by Katrina?? Of course, I have heard that they recovered much more quickly on their own without asking for a ton of help from FEMA--let's look at Louisiana in comparison--okay, let's not. What gets me is the thought that there might be jobs in Mississippi for my husband---I mean, who'd a thunk it? So perhaps I'll check out some things--jobs and such for me. We don't have to leave until his job here runs dry, then we need to do something.
So, I'm off to check job listings. Catchulatr!
Friday, November 7, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Got sick, got sick, got sick just now...
That was part of a camp song, entitled "Found a Peanut".
But I did get sick today. For one, I took my diabetes medication like the bottle said to do, ate breakfast of egg/sausage and one slice of Hillbilly toast and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, and promised myself to buy a banana at the office.
But I forgot about the banana once I got involved with work, so at 11am, my body started telling me "it's time to EAT", only it wasn't time to eat yet. And my body was saying "MUST have FOOD", and I started to sweat. Brain started saying "tummy said HUNGRY, don't you listen?" and then tummy said "You're gonna be SICK of you don't give me some FOOD, and RIGHT NOW!"
I called my doctor because Kroger's couldn't put my meter and testing supplies on my Express Scripts--and told me I'd have to go to a Medical Supply Store. Doctor was with a patient, and because I do believe the world revolves around me, and because I was not in my right mind, I told the receptionist that "okay, then, if I DIE, it'll be on you, won't it?" and hung up.
I listened, and got the banana, in hopes of tiding tummy over until actual lunch time, but tummy was having nothing to do with it--
"You call that food?"
I was instantly nauseous. I got up, collected purse and coat, and headed to the medical supply store and got my meter and testing supplies. Unfortunately, I was not in my right mind, and only listening to my tummy tell me things I did not want to hear--like, "You're gonna die, right here, right now, because you're not paying attention!"
So I didn't test myself to see if I was seriously LOW--but I believe I was.
I drove to Quizno's and got a sub sandwich--I only ate half, and by the time I got to my PT, I was still a little wiped out, but otherwise, I was fine.
A few hours later, I tested myself. It took a while to find the right setting for the sticker--but I finally did, and click, little bit o blood, and on the test strip, and wait...wait..
384.
And I had wheat bread for the sandwich too.
There wasn't anything else in the sandwich that could spike my sugar, so apparently, I either can't have bananas or I can't have wheat bread. Which is too bad, because I love both.
So I'm waiting until dinner time, and will check my sugar just before I take my first bite, to see what level I'm at--it will be at least 6 hours after my last food, so I'm expecting it to be lower, but not by much, as I haven't really done anything for exercise.
So, that's about it...of course, my boss knows nothing of my feeling so sick--that's how out of it I was. So I'll have to explain things tomorrow and hope that I don't...
get sick
Again.
Ever
Because I'm tired of not feeling well.
But I did get sick today. For one, I took my diabetes medication like the bottle said to do, ate breakfast of egg/sausage and one slice of Hillbilly toast and I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, and promised myself to buy a banana at the office.
But I forgot about the banana once I got involved with work, so at 11am, my body started telling me "it's time to EAT", only it wasn't time to eat yet. And my body was saying "MUST have FOOD", and I started to sweat. Brain started saying "tummy said HUNGRY, don't you listen?" and then tummy said "You're gonna be SICK of you don't give me some FOOD, and RIGHT NOW!"
I called my doctor because Kroger's couldn't put my meter and testing supplies on my Express Scripts--and told me I'd have to go to a Medical Supply Store. Doctor was with a patient, and because I do believe the world revolves around me, and because I was not in my right mind, I told the receptionist that "okay, then, if I DIE, it'll be on you, won't it?" and hung up.
I listened, and got the banana, in hopes of tiding tummy over until actual lunch time, but tummy was having nothing to do with it--
"You call that food?"
I was instantly nauseous. I got up, collected purse and coat, and headed to the medical supply store and got my meter and testing supplies. Unfortunately, I was not in my right mind, and only listening to my tummy tell me things I did not want to hear--like, "You're gonna die, right here, right now, because you're not paying attention!"
So I didn't test myself to see if I was seriously LOW--but I believe I was.
I drove to Quizno's and got a sub sandwich--I only ate half, and by the time I got to my PT, I was still a little wiped out, but otherwise, I was fine.
A few hours later, I tested myself. It took a while to find the right setting for the sticker--but I finally did, and click, little bit o blood, and on the test strip, and wait...wait..
384.
And I had wheat bread for the sandwich too.
There wasn't anything else in the sandwich that could spike my sugar, so apparently, I either can't have bananas or I can't have wheat bread. Which is too bad, because I love both.
So I'm waiting until dinner time, and will check my sugar just before I take my first bite, to see what level I'm at--it will be at least 6 hours after my last food, so I'm expecting it to be lower, but not by much, as I haven't really done anything for exercise.
So, that's about it...of course, my boss knows nothing of my feeling so sick--that's how out of it I was. So I'll have to explain things tomorrow and hope that I don't...
get sick
Again.
Ever
Because I'm tired of not feeling well.
Tenna's Turn to Cry
Okay, I figure I've got the best husband in the world. My body is playing some really nasty tricks on me these days, and I suppose that my biggest fear is that I'm going to die from all this crap, but my hubby? He's giving me this big supportive hug this morning that I never in a million years expected, and now, all I can do is cry.
As I said, my body is playing some really nasty tricks. I went to the doctor this week, not so much complaining, but just telling him what my body was doing lately...
Symptomology: Thirsty all the time, so much that I can quench it with even a quart of water. Feet are bothering me, potty all the time--and white fuzzy stuff growing in the stool that I just cleaned a day or so ago...
Try to be a woman and tell that to a man doctor...
Exhausted all the time, can't seem to get anything done--no energy, general malaise..you getting a picture here?
He pricked my finger. He put it on a meter.
384
He wrote me up for a fasting blood sugar exam the next morning, which I did faithfully.
Two hundred fifty something.
He diagnosed me with diabetes now.
You need to understand something very important. I am not a pill taker. It was impossible to keep me on birth control. I'd forget the pill, and have another monthly cycle after a few days. I figured it was causing more harm forgetting than to take it, so I stopped taking it and started to practice a rhythmic cycle, which didn't sit really well with my second husband, and probably was the biggest leader to our divorce (along with his constant unfaithful behavior and going nutzoid on my son--but I digress)...so now, doctor has me taking all this STUFF...
Nexium for my tummy issues
Thyroid medication
Cholestrol medication (because that's high too)
Diabetes medication
Claritin (for the nasal issues, which I hope will go away sometime soon)
An Antibiotic to clean up the last of this crud I've had for nearly two months.
The biggest part of my concern is that everyone that I knew with diabetes is gone. As in DEAD? So now you get the full panorama of my fear. I'm scared this crap is gonna kill me. FAST. And the doctor? He's not a lot of help in that area. He's talking about heart issues such as congestive heart failure and well, let's face it--while he said that he thought that I could live into my 90's even with diabetes, historical data doesn't really bear that out. Know what I mean? So I'm terrified of dying.
I'm also terrified that food becomes my master.
Never have been one of those types of people who allowed anyone or anything to get in the way of doing what I want to do, diabetes just changed all that in an instant. I can't "skip breakfast" because I have to get to the office--no! I have to eat, and that takes up time in my day that I just don't have to spend! Which means I get up earlier to make something good to eat, and when you're tired to begin with, sometimes getting out of bed is a TRIP that you just can't seem to manage--especially on cold winter days when you're exhausted from working all day the day before. And all the salty, crackery snacks are a thing of the past now. I can't eat half a bag of doritoes instead of dinner.
And let's talk about dinner.
Who the heck has time to make dinner? I will tell you! People who stay home for the day! Mothers who stay home with the kids, for instance. I work a 40 hour week--more if I have to leave for a doctor appointment, and when I get home, making dinner is the LAST thing on my mind. All I can think about is sit in my chair, knit or watch television. I hate eating. I hate messing up the kitchen. I hate trying to figure out what to make, too.
I need a live in house-keeper. Somebody who does nothing but take care of me. I used to eat because I was hungry, and I would probably grab the easiest thing on the shelf, just so that I wouldn't have to waste time that could be spent unwinding from a hectic day at the office. Yes, work definitely cuts into my free time a little too much. You could remove the word "little" there, and have a more accurate description, I think.
And my heels hurt.
MY HEELS HURT.
This is my body telling me slow down, sit down, unwind. You are carrying too much body weight and you're killing me.
The sitting down part isn't what bothers me--it's that the dog needs to go for a walk. Dinner needs to be made for my hubby--and of course, that's become a real issue here. Since I don't give a flying squirrel butt whether I eat or not most days, he's eating more bad stuff for HIM because HE doesn't want to spend his free time planning/cooking/cleanup for his own dinner, so he'll grab the easiest thing on the shelf, too.
And let's not even start about the stress at the office. I'm hearing that my supervisor is planning on me answering another phone line. I'm already doing two people's jobs--and she wants me to three people's jobs. Can you say 'MAJOR MELTDOWN'? I knew you could. It's on it way, and by golly, if I go off like Mount Vesuvius, it won't surprise me--but some other people may not "get it", and end up with the attitude "Let's leave Tenna alone for a while, shall we?" When really what I need is somebody to take care of me!!!!
I need my mommy!
Or a mommy substitute.
You know, I think I could take care of myself if I didn't have to take care of everyone else in the universe. God help me, that *IS* how I feel sometimes. I think that feeling is common among people who work in human services. You come home, and you're just all helped out, and you realize that you have to go into the office tomorrow and do it all over again.
And Christmas is coming. I can't even think about Christmas--at least not for any great length of time. No one knows what they want for Christmas until the last minute. I know what I want the day after Christmas (which, by the way is my birthday, which is SO convenient for a person who knows what they want 365 days from now, because you still have 24 hours to go out and get it, right?).
So, the stress level just jumped from about 10 to 20 out of 10, and I'm feeling the strain. I cried to my hubby about it last night, and he told me to call my mother and read a book. So I went to bed at 8pm and didn't notice when he climbed in, and ignored him all night. This morning I get a nice supportive hugging. The hugging was terrifically nice, but seriously, people--shouldn't he have hugged me last night when I was going through FRANTIC? I don't know--maybe it was a surprise to see me simply fall apart and it scared him?
Well, folks, I've about drained out the tear ducts, and have to dress for work. I'm already late, but you know, I actually DID find something to eat for breakfast, except for a fruit, which I'll pick up at the office (banana, probably), which will make a nice snack, and
Like I said. Food is my master.
Sigh.
As I said, my body is playing some really nasty tricks. I went to the doctor this week, not so much complaining, but just telling him what my body was doing lately...
Symptomology: Thirsty all the time, so much that I can quench it with even a quart of water. Feet are bothering me, potty all the time--and white fuzzy stuff growing in the stool that I just cleaned a day or so ago...
Try to be a woman and tell that to a man doctor...
Exhausted all the time, can't seem to get anything done--no energy, general malaise..you getting a picture here?
He pricked my finger. He put it on a meter.
384
He wrote me up for a fasting blood sugar exam the next morning, which I did faithfully.
Two hundred fifty something.
He diagnosed me with diabetes now.
You need to understand something very important. I am not a pill taker. It was impossible to keep me on birth control. I'd forget the pill, and have another monthly cycle after a few days. I figured it was causing more harm forgetting than to take it, so I stopped taking it and started to practice a rhythmic cycle, which didn't sit really well with my second husband, and probably was the biggest leader to our divorce (along with his constant unfaithful behavior and going nutzoid on my son--but I digress)...so now, doctor has me taking all this STUFF...
Nexium for my tummy issues
Thyroid medication
Cholestrol medication (because that's high too)
Diabetes medication
Claritin (for the nasal issues, which I hope will go away sometime soon)
An Antibiotic to clean up the last of this crud I've had for nearly two months.
The biggest part of my concern is that everyone that I knew with diabetes is gone. As in DEAD? So now you get the full panorama of my fear. I'm scared this crap is gonna kill me. FAST. And the doctor? He's not a lot of help in that area. He's talking about heart issues such as congestive heart failure and well, let's face it--while he said that he thought that I could live into my 90's even with diabetes, historical data doesn't really bear that out. Know what I mean? So I'm terrified of dying.
I'm also terrified that food becomes my master.
Never have been one of those types of people who allowed anyone or anything to get in the way of doing what I want to do, diabetes just changed all that in an instant. I can't "skip breakfast" because I have to get to the office--no! I have to eat, and that takes up time in my day that I just don't have to spend! Which means I get up earlier to make something good to eat, and when you're tired to begin with, sometimes getting out of bed is a TRIP that you just can't seem to manage--especially on cold winter days when you're exhausted from working all day the day before. And all the salty, crackery snacks are a thing of the past now. I can't eat half a bag of doritoes instead of dinner.
And let's talk about dinner.
Who the heck has time to make dinner? I will tell you! People who stay home for the day! Mothers who stay home with the kids, for instance. I work a 40 hour week--more if I have to leave for a doctor appointment, and when I get home, making dinner is the LAST thing on my mind. All I can think about is sit in my chair, knit or watch television. I hate eating. I hate messing up the kitchen. I hate trying to figure out what to make, too.
I need a live in house-keeper. Somebody who does nothing but take care of me. I used to eat because I was hungry, and I would probably grab the easiest thing on the shelf, just so that I wouldn't have to waste time that could be spent unwinding from a hectic day at the office. Yes, work definitely cuts into my free time a little too much. You could remove the word "little" there, and have a more accurate description, I think.
And my heels hurt.
MY HEELS HURT.
This is my body telling me slow down, sit down, unwind. You are carrying too much body weight and you're killing me.
The sitting down part isn't what bothers me--it's that the dog needs to go for a walk. Dinner needs to be made for my hubby--and of course, that's become a real issue here. Since I don't give a flying squirrel butt whether I eat or not most days, he's eating more bad stuff for HIM because HE doesn't want to spend his free time planning/cooking/cleanup for his own dinner, so he'll grab the easiest thing on the shelf, too.
And let's not even start about the stress at the office. I'm hearing that my supervisor is planning on me answering another phone line. I'm already doing two people's jobs--and she wants me to three people's jobs. Can you say 'MAJOR MELTDOWN'? I knew you could. It's on it way, and by golly, if I go off like Mount Vesuvius, it won't surprise me--but some other people may not "get it", and end up with the attitude "Let's leave Tenna alone for a while, shall we?" When really what I need is somebody to take care of me!!!!
I need my mommy!
Or a mommy substitute.
You know, I think I could take care of myself if I didn't have to take care of everyone else in the universe. God help me, that *IS* how I feel sometimes. I think that feeling is common among people who work in human services. You come home, and you're just all helped out, and you realize that you have to go into the office tomorrow and do it all over again.
And Christmas is coming. I can't even think about Christmas--at least not for any great length of time. No one knows what they want for Christmas until the last minute. I know what I want the day after Christmas (which, by the way is my birthday, which is SO convenient for a person who knows what they want 365 days from now, because you still have 24 hours to go out and get it, right?).
So, the stress level just jumped from about 10 to 20 out of 10, and I'm feeling the strain. I cried to my hubby about it last night, and he told me to call my mother and read a book. So I went to bed at 8pm and didn't notice when he climbed in, and ignored him all night. This morning I get a nice supportive hugging. The hugging was terrifically nice, but seriously, people--shouldn't he have hugged me last night when I was going through FRANTIC? I don't know--maybe it was a surprise to see me simply fall apart and it scared him?
Well, folks, I've about drained out the tear ducts, and have to dress for work. I'm already late, but you know, I actually DID find something to eat for breakfast, except for a fruit, which I'll pick up at the office (banana, probably), which will make a nice snack, and
Like I said. Food is my master.
Sigh.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
Election Day
Nice surprise at work yesterday. I get Election Day off! Hadn't expected THAT to happen, but it's a nice surprise. I'll go vote early as I usually do, come home and take care of some business, then I have the whole day to myself.
I went to the doctor yesterday--and a not so nice surprise. Not only is my cholesterol high, but my sugar was up to 384!!! So I am fasting for a blood draw today--and they'll take readings on whether my oil is contaminated or not.
I'll likely end up on diabetes medication--not insulin, because my diabetes can probably be controlled with a diet change--no, wait, a DRASTIC diet change, but I have always hated having food be a controlling factor in my life, so it makes me REALLY mad that I have to control my intake now--after all these years of MCDONALD'S which I LOVE. My one and only comfort food--and now I can't have it at all.
So drastic changes are in the air. I'll probably need to go on a diabetic diet, where there's no taste and no starches and no sugars...and while I'm not too keen on sweets anyhow, I will miss the starches so much that I'll be crying within a week--begging for mercy. I wish I had a buddy to commiserate with--I couldn't even get hold of my own mother yesterday to tell her the bad news!
So this morning, I am drinking water, instead of coffee--which I will be drinking MORE of once I start this undesirable change--because I believe that it will be the only comfort food left that I can still have. Lord! I have to have at least ONE bad habit, don't I?
So at knit-night, I talked a bit about it, and everyone commiserated with me for about 10 seconds (not too much love lost on a person who's blood runs thick with french fries, right?), and I sat down to knit and fume. Since it's Election Day today, my friend who hosts knit-night wanted everyone out earlier because she gets up at 4am to work at the township hall and actually volunteers for the voting area--so I came home and finished another hat. Here's Prince with the latest addition to the hat-bag!
Since I was at the doctor's office yesterday, I also talked with him about this constant cough and how I really had to get rid of it FAST because my father in law is in the hospital with an infection of some sort, because he's on chemo, and the white blood cell count is so low, so they won't let me near him to see him because they're all afraid that I'm going to infect him with the bubonic plague (and his eyes got really wide when I said that, too--nearly as wide as Prince's eyes!) should I cough on him, and that I didn't want to infect him with something, even though I didn't believe that I was infectious to begin with, but that I was afraid that he would die before I got a chance to actually see him!
See, it's all about me, right?
So he gave me another antibiotic and some claritin. To his credit, the cough is MUCH less, even after only one dosage, but I am not taking anymore until I get the blood drawn. I can't get the blood drawn until 9am, so I'm going to vote first, and I'll probably cough in line as I wait to vote.
And the antibiotic is HUGE. An elephant's vitamin wouldn't be this big! And the Claritin pill is the size of an apple seed. So how is it that the little pill seems to work the best? The Claritin cleared up (read that dried up) my sinuses, so I didn't drip at all last night (song lyrics?) and the antibiotic? Well, that remains to be seen. This morning, I'm suffering with a runny nose, and wish I could take the Claritin--but on an empty tummy, would not be wise. So I'll wait till later. It won't be a long wait--and maybe if I don't cough my head off, my hubby will take me to see his dad later--
And that would be a good thing. I can get a picture of him with his hat on! I wonder if his hair will grow back? I mean, he didn't have much before he went on the chemo to begin with--so there's some real doubt there.
Well, off to blow my nose and begin another hat.
I went to the doctor yesterday--and a not so nice surprise. Not only is my cholesterol high, but my sugar was up to 384!!! So I am fasting for a blood draw today--and they'll take readings on whether my oil is contaminated or not.
I'll likely end up on diabetes medication--not insulin, because my diabetes can probably be controlled with a diet change--no, wait, a DRASTIC diet change, but I have always hated having food be a controlling factor in my life, so it makes me REALLY mad that I have to control my intake now--after all these years of MCDONALD'S which I LOVE. My one and only comfort food--and now I can't have it at all.
So drastic changes are in the air. I'll probably need to go on a diabetic diet, where there's no taste and no starches and no sugars...and while I'm not too keen on sweets anyhow, I will miss the starches so much that I'll be crying within a week--begging for mercy. I wish I had a buddy to commiserate with--I couldn't even get hold of my own mother yesterday to tell her the bad news!
So this morning, I am drinking water, instead of coffee--which I will be drinking MORE of once I start this undesirable change--because I believe that it will be the only comfort food left that I can still have. Lord! I have to have at least ONE bad habit, don't I?
So at knit-night, I talked a bit about it, and everyone commiserated with me for about 10 seconds (not too much love lost on a person who's blood runs thick with french fries, right?), and I sat down to knit and fume. Since it's Election Day today, my friend who hosts knit-night wanted everyone out earlier because she gets up at 4am to work at the township hall and actually volunteers for the voting area--so I came home and finished another hat. Here's Prince with the latest addition to the hat-bag!Since I was at the doctor's office yesterday, I also talked with him about this constant cough and how I really had to get rid of it FAST because my father in law is in the hospital with an infection of some sort, because he's on chemo, and the white blood cell count is so low, so they won't let me near him to see him because they're all afraid that I'm going to infect him with the bubonic plague (and his eyes got really wide when I said that, too--nearly as wide as Prince's eyes!) should I cough on him, and that I didn't want to infect him with something, even though I didn't believe that I was infectious to begin with, but that I was afraid that he would die before I got a chance to actually see him!
See, it's all about me, right?
So he gave me another antibiotic and some claritin. To his credit, the cough is MUCH less, even after only one dosage, but I am not taking anymore until I get the blood drawn. I can't get the blood drawn until 9am, so I'm going to vote first, and I'll probably cough in line as I wait to vote.
And the antibiotic is HUGE. An elephant's vitamin wouldn't be this big! And the Claritin pill is the size of an apple seed. So how is it that the little pill seems to work the best? The Claritin cleared up (read that dried up) my sinuses, so I didn't drip at all last night (song lyrics?) and the antibiotic? Well, that remains to be seen. This morning, I'm suffering with a runny nose, and wish I could take the Claritin--but on an empty tummy, would not be wise. So I'll wait till later. It won't be a long wait--and maybe if I don't cough my head off, my hubby will take me to see his dad later--
And that would be a good thing. I can get a picture of him with his hat on! I wonder if his hair will grow back? I mean, he didn't have much before he went on the chemo to begin with--so there's some real doubt there.
Well, off to blow my nose and begin another hat.
Monday, November 3, 2008
You mean to tell me?
Hubby asked me if I had copied that key he gave me, to which I reminded him that I hadn't been able to do so, because it says on the key "do not copy". Then he told me what the key was for--his security key lockout for work, and I asked him why GM wasn't replacing that key, and he tells me "because it takes forever to get that done".
So you mean to tell me that you're asking me to do something that a huge company like GM has rules and regulations about these things--you want me to do something illegal?
It's not illegal, he tells me. The lock holds the press in the up position, and then he can safely climb around in the press without worry that it will fall on him and crush his little bones to bits--sort of like 'fee feye fow fum' in Jack and the Beanstalk?
Oh! Says I. Imagining him flattened like road kill. I see. Well, if it's GM's lock, then they need to replace the lock.
Well, he was sure that he gave me the lock along with the key, but he hadn't ever given me the lock, and I tell him so this morning. So now, I guess the lock is missing.
I'll return the key to him tonight, as he was on his way out the door.
I finished the third hat in my quest for "hats for my family" project. This hat is like popcorn, says
the yarn Harlot, and I have to agree--you get to knitting on this hat, and before you can say "popcorn", the hat is done and on your head! I had some leftover grey from the two hats I made in grey, and decided to give the red hat a little stripe. The only trouble was there was just shy of 4 rows left, but I figure "It's just a hat! Who's gonna care?"
I like how this colorway of Moda Dee "Tweedle Dee" changes color. There aren't a lot of colorways in this yarn, but one skein makes two hats easily. The next hat will be all red, and the next grey one will have a wider red stripe. Use up my scraps, I guess until I can make the last hat. I'll switch to another color and not bother you with pics of the next grey one--but rather just the one with the red stripe, so you can feast your eyes. Next hat will be #4.
I finally caught a nuthatch in the bird feeder. They are very skittish birds. The picture isn't very clear because it's enlarged so much that it's fuzzy, and taken through the window screen so that he couldn't see me as well. As I took this, moments after the flash, he deserted the feeder.
I'm a little surprised about the nuthatches this year--they actually prefer the feeder to the hanging suet. Usually, they will eat the suet until it's gone (something like the way the goldfinches will sit on the finch seed sack until the seed is gone). But these little guys (there are two, but they fight), sit at the feeder, and fly out to the tree, then fly back when there's another nuthatch stealing a bite--just like the hummingbirds did with the hummer leaker.
Yesterday, I heard a blue jay, but since we put up drapery on the windows, I don't see when the birds are at the feeder, so pictures are a rarer thing these days--since if I move the drape--poof! They're gone.
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There is a radio personality that I like and listen to. His name is Rich Michaels. I listen to his radio show nearly every morning. He's very opinionated (like me), and I think that's why I like him so much. He's married with children and step-children, with a house and a mortgage, and all the other stuff that comes with all that. But he's very "First Amendment" oriented, and doesn't really care what other people have to say about that, but apparently figures that he's above society's rules, and every so often, one of those words that's a no-no on the air leaks out of his mouth, and he ends up with a week's suspension for it. He's also very "pro Rich Michaels", and argues his point every so often.
Well, last week, he leaked another no-no, and the next thing I know, he's off the air again. The issue could be his partner--who doesn't say "Rich, you can't say things like that!" like his last partner did, so these "leaks" happen more often. It's used to be that instead of the word used for man's genitalia, he would say "hmm-hmm" probaby because his partner didn't like the "P" word, and he didn't get booted off the show. The last couple of months, he's used the P word twice. The last time, he ended up with a week's suspension. I missed him. I missed the radio. I'm not really liking his latest partner for my morning commute. So when he came back, I breathed a sigh of relief, then last week, he used the P word again.
I really hope that he didn't do it on purpose. I can see him discussing it with his family...
"I'll work the P word into my day today on the air, and then we can take that 3 day vacation we've been talking about!"
But I miss him when he's gone. When he moved to Ohio, I didn't listen to radio at all. And I'm not sure why I like him so much, other than we seem to have the same opinions on certain things, I'm quite sure we would drive each other nuts. Maybe I just admire his outspoken quality. He can argue any point and still maintain his composure, which is something that I'm not able to do very often.
I have a doctor's appointment this morning at 8:40, so I'm up way early for work, having forgotten the appointment, and I think that I then have a doctor's appointment at 11:15, also. I will have to check my calendar at the office.
So you mean to tell me that you're asking me to do something that a huge company like GM has rules and regulations about these things--you want me to do something illegal?
It's not illegal, he tells me. The lock holds the press in the up position, and then he can safely climb around in the press without worry that it will fall on him and crush his little bones to bits--sort of like 'fee feye fow fum' in Jack and the Beanstalk?
Oh! Says I. Imagining him flattened like road kill. I see. Well, if it's GM's lock, then they need to replace the lock.
Well, he was sure that he gave me the lock along with the key, but he hadn't ever given me the lock, and I tell him so this morning. So now, I guess the lock is missing.
I'll return the key to him tonight, as he was on his way out the door.
I finished the third hat in my quest for "hats for my family" project. This hat is like popcorn, says
the yarn Harlot, and I have to agree--you get to knitting on this hat, and before you can say "popcorn", the hat is done and on your head! I had some leftover grey from the two hats I made in grey, and decided to give the red hat a little stripe. The only trouble was there was just shy of 4 rows left, but I figure "It's just a hat! Who's gonna care?"I like how this colorway of Moda Dee "Tweedle Dee" changes color. There aren't a lot of colorways in this yarn, but one skein makes two hats easily. The next hat will be all red, and the next grey one will have a wider red stripe. Use up my scraps, I guess until I can make the last hat. I'll switch to another color and not bother you with pics of the next grey one--but rather just the one with the red stripe, so you can feast your eyes. Next hat will be #4.
I finally caught a nuthatch in the bird feeder. They are very skittish birds. The picture isn't very clear because it's enlarged so much that it's fuzzy, and taken through the window screen so that he couldn't see me as well. As I took this, moments after the flash, he deserted the feeder.
I'm a little surprised about the nuthatches this year--they actually prefer the feeder to the hanging suet. Usually, they will eat the suet until it's gone (something like the way the goldfinches will sit on the finch seed sack until the seed is gone). But these little guys (there are two, but they fight), sit at the feeder, and fly out to the tree, then fly back when there's another nuthatch stealing a bite--just like the hummingbirds did with the hummer leaker.
Yesterday, I heard a blue jay, but since we put up drapery on the windows, I don't see when the birds are at the feeder, so pictures are a rarer thing these days--since if I move the drape--poof! They're gone.
---
There is a radio personality that I like and listen to. His name is Rich Michaels. I listen to his radio show nearly every morning. He's very opinionated (like me), and I think that's why I like him so much. He's married with children and step-children, with a house and a mortgage, and all the other stuff that comes with all that. But he's very "First Amendment" oriented, and doesn't really care what other people have to say about that, but apparently figures that he's above society's rules, and every so often, one of those words that's a no-no on the air leaks out of his mouth, and he ends up with a week's suspension for it. He's also very "pro Rich Michaels", and argues his point every so often.
Well, last week, he leaked another no-no, and the next thing I know, he's off the air again. The issue could be his partner--who doesn't say "Rich, you can't say things like that!" like his last partner did, so these "leaks" happen more often. It's used to be that instead of the word used for man's genitalia, he would say "hmm-hmm" probaby because his partner didn't like the "P" word, and he didn't get booted off the show. The last couple of months, he's used the P word twice. The last time, he ended up with a week's suspension. I missed him. I missed the radio. I'm not really liking his latest partner for my morning commute. So when he came back, I breathed a sigh of relief, then last week, he used the P word again.
I really hope that he didn't do it on purpose. I can see him discussing it with his family...
"I'll work the P word into my day today on the air, and then we can take that 3 day vacation we've been talking about!"
But I miss him when he's gone. When he moved to Ohio, I didn't listen to radio at all. And I'm not sure why I like him so much, other than we seem to have the same opinions on certain things, I'm quite sure we would drive each other nuts. Maybe I just admire his outspoken quality. He can argue any point and still maintain his composure, which is something that I'm not able to do very often.
I have a doctor's appointment this morning at 8:40, so I'm up way early for work, having forgotten the appointment, and I think that I then have a doctor's appointment at 11:15, also. I will have to check my calendar at the office.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Morning Already!
It was a short night, believe me. Hubby worked a double shift yesterday, and like a good wifey, I had supper waiting for him when he got home.
I was so tired--it was, after all, nearly 1am when we hit the sack--of course, due to daylight savings time, it was REALLY 2am--So this morning, while it's 7am (REALLY 8am) I am still tired and wishing I could return to slumber, but what would be the point? I'm only having nightmares anyway.
I finished another hat last night. I'm still coughing, but not as much, and I'm hoping that I can get another hat in today, since I bought more yarn for it yesterday. I should really knit on the piggie socks, but I'm enjoying these quick and easy hats so much, it's almost like I think I can make over a dozen of them for the whole family, and not bat an eye--well, we'll just see about that.
I have zero scheduled to do today, other than clean up doggie sickness on the floor again. I bought her IAMS pet food this time, and I'm thinking it's not mild enough, so a trip to McCord's in Ionia might be in the picture. Mandy is outside, yelping to be let in, but I'm ignoring her for the moment.
I obtained a USP adapter and hooked it up, but I'm having trouble with it, I think. Everything on my computer is underlined now. EVERYTHING. And the computer is seriously slow. Probably because I installed an antivirus program, and of course, you know that affects speed. I deleted Norton to speed up my puter. I almost wish that I could have a small external hard drive with the anti-virus sofware on it and plug it into the computer only when I need it...but then my internet security wouldn't be there. So I suppose it's not worth my time to uninstall it.
Since the first scan caught 2 virus files, and while they were just in my temp folder, it's likely that they could have done some damage at some point or other--as both were trojans. Call me blessed.
I was so tired--it was, after all, nearly 1am when we hit the sack--of course, due to daylight savings time, it was REALLY 2am--So this morning, while it's 7am (REALLY 8am) I am still tired and wishing I could return to slumber, but what would be the point? I'm only having nightmares anyway.
I finished another hat last night. I'm still coughing, but not as much, and I'm hoping that I can get another hat in today, since I bought more yarn for it yesterday. I should really knit on the piggie socks, but I'm enjoying these quick and easy hats so much, it's almost like I think I can make over a dozen of them for the whole family, and not bat an eye--well, we'll just see about that.
I have zero scheduled to do today, other than clean up doggie sickness on the floor again. I bought her IAMS pet food this time, and I'm thinking it's not mild enough, so a trip to McCord's in Ionia might be in the picture. Mandy is outside, yelping to be let in, but I'm ignoring her for the moment.
I obtained a USP adapter and hooked it up, but I'm having trouble with it, I think. Everything on my computer is underlined now. EVERYTHING. And the computer is seriously slow. Probably because I installed an antivirus program, and of course, you know that affects speed. I deleted Norton to speed up my puter. I almost wish that I could have a small external hard drive with the anti-virus sofware on it and plug it into the computer only when I need it...but then my internet security wouldn't be there. So I suppose it's not worth my time to uninstall it.
Since the first scan caught 2 virus files, and while they were just in my temp folder, it's likely that they could have done some damage at some point or other--as both were trojans. Call me blessed.
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Back to My World!
Instead of "Welcome to My World, which I suppose would be equally intriguing, but what I mean to say is that I am back home from my tramping and ready to get back on hat #2!
Ray's a happy camper and now has learned a valuable lesson--but he tramped all over the state with me, and now he's back to joining the citizenry on the world wide web.
I still have yet to introduce him to blogging--he may never get that far, but for what it's worth, at least he's willing to give it the old college try.
Speaking of college--Michigan State University won by one point against Wisconsin today, and WHAT A BARNBURNER!! Such an exciting game. They won by the skin of their teeth (obviously), but the last several minutes were like...
Well, like when you're in labor, and they wheel you into the delivery room, and you're pushing, and the head pops out..sort of like that.
So Ray and I watched those last few moments on the television when we got back from Tramping.
I picked up my wool from Zielinger's.
We then drove to Saginaw, and stopped at Best Buy, where I got a wireless router, a USB port extender, some ink for my printer, and a new printer..
Hold it right there. Did you just say you bought another printer? You betcha. This one's got lots of bells and whistles, and it's wireless too. And now, my hubby can connect to my machine and connect to the internet. He'll be so happy.
Sort of an early Christmas present if you know what I mean.
From Best Buy we stopped at Michael's where I picked up some more of the yarn I'm using to make the hats for everyone--I got a bit more grey, as I believe that I'm going to run out, and I got a couple of balls of a reddish-purplish...and I got a recharging station for size AA Energizer batteries, and some rechargable batteries.
From there, Ray and I drove to Meijer's where I picked up a few things for the groceries, and then I got an air filter for my car...
And then we drove back to Ray's house and watched the last bit of the game on tv. We listened to most of the last half on the radio, and were stunned when we found out that MSU was behind! After how they "nailed" U of M to the wall? This just did not compute--but in the final analysis, MSU won the day.
Then I got in my car and drove home.
It's a long way to Ray's house, when you're on your way back, and antsy to get back into your chair and knit...so I'm home now. I have my chips and salsa, and I'm off to my chair to enjoy them.
I hope you all have a splendid day.
Ray's a happy camper and now has learned a valuable lesson--but he tramped all over the state with me, and now he's back to joining the citizenry on the world wide web.
I still have yet to introduce him to blogging--he may never get that far, but for what it's worth, at least he's willing to give it the old college try.
Speaking of college--Michigan State University won by one point against Wisconsin today, and WHAT A BARNBURNER!! Such an exciting game. They won by the skin of their teeth (obviously), but the last several minutes were like...
Well, like when you're in labor, and they wheel you into the delivery room, and you're pushing, and the head pops out..sort of like that.
So Ray and I watched those last few moments on the television when we got back from Tramping.
I picked up my wool from Zielinger's.
We then drove to Saginaw, and stopped at Best Buy, where I got a wireless router, a USB port extender, some ink for my printer, and a new printer..
Hold it right there. Did you just say you bought another printer? You betcha. This one's got lots of bells and whistles, and it's wireless too. And now, my hubby can connect to my machine and connect to the internet. He'll be so happy.
Sort of an early Christmas present if you know what I mean.
From Best Buy we stopped at Michael's where I picked up some more of the yarn I'm using to make the hats for everyone--I got a bit more grey, as I believe that I'm going to run out, and I got a couple of balls of a reddish-purplish...and I got a recharging station for size AA Energizer batteries, and some rechargable batteries.
From there, Ray and I drove to Meijer's where I picked up a few things for the groceries, and then I got an air filter for my car...
And then we drove back to Ray's house and watched the last bit of the game on tv. We listened to most of the last half on the radio, and were stunned when we found out that MSU was behind! After how they "nailed" U of M to the wall? This just did not compute--but in the final analysis, MSU won the day.
Then I got in my car and drove home.
It's a long way to Ray's house, when you're on your way back, and antsy to get back into your chair and knit...so I'm home now. I have my chips and salsa, and I'm off to my chair to enjoy them.
I hope you all have a splendid day.
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