Hey Humble Readers...
So, yeah, I went to the doctor today. Got some not so great news.
I went in because the yeast beast that I had a couple of months ago has not gone away entirely. It has just kept on flaring up (and making me mega miserable in the process). I was hoping for a rx cream or something.
I wasn't able to see the Dr. B due the short notice, so I saw Dr. L (one of his associates). She was friendly enough, but as soon as she pulled up my file, her demeanour changed. To back up a bit, I had to go in for an rx refill for my blood pressure meds a few weeks ago. Dr. B gave me a req for some bloodwork. He wanted to follow up on my blood sugars since it's been almost a year since Pip was born and my cholesterol because of my weightloss (hoping it had gone down).
Let's just say that things are bad.
My blood sugars are through the roof. And my cholesterol is pretty awful too.
Needless to say what I was hoping was going to be a relatively quick, albeit uncomfortable (always awkward having a stranger look at your lady bits, especially when they aren't at their best) appointment that would result in a rx for cream to stop the itch.
Instead I walked out of there barely holding it together and feeling like a big old failure. I am officially diabetic. I'm a friggin' statistic. I'm one of those faceless bellies that they always show on the news when they talk about type 2 diabetes and the 'obesity epidemic'.
So, in addition to my blood pressure meds, I am now on metformin (and I'm going to be spending a lot of time in the bathroom now... lovely), oral meds and cream for the yeast beast (totally connected to the big D), and in a couple of weeks Dr. B and I will be discussing meds for my cholesterol.
I guess this explains my lethargy and exhaustion. I just feel like a big old idiot and failure.
I know that in a few days, I will be able to have my brain wrapped around all this. I need a game plan.
Right now I'm just wallowing.
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Monday, October 22, 2012
Series of Unfortunate Events
Hey Humble Readers...
Wow... what a weekend. (And I don't mean that in a good way.)
Keep in mind that while all of the following was happening, I was dealing with AF. Cramping and grumpies and everything.
Flashback to Thursday... I got my computer back after a ridiculous saga with the repair shop. The internet seems to be running a bit slower, but I chalk that up to our ISP. Then I go to do an internet search. Joke is on me... there's still a redirect virus on my computer. GAH! After much fuming and saying nasty things, I decide to leave it for now. It's only affecting my computer when I use Bi.ng, and since I prefer Goo.gle anyway, it's not bothering me all that much. I DO NOT want to deal with the same yah hoos at the shop we were dealing with, and we just don't have the money to take it to another shop right now. (I did, however, flame them on Yelp)
Late Thursday afternoon, I ended up with a doozy of a migraine. Literally, I stood up and felt like I was hit in the head with a sledge hammer. Ended wasting the rest of the day trying to not throw up. Fun times.
Friday started out ok. The headache was down to a dull roar. Until I had a major IBS flare. I spent the afternoon running to the bathroom. Oh joy.
Then, as I was putting Pippin to bed that night I felt a twinge in my shoulder. When I woke up Saturday morning, I could barely lift my arm. I'm so grateful it didn't happen on a weekday, because I'm not sure how I would have managed to look after the Wee-lings on my own. I couldn't even manage to sit through church on Sunday because holding a squirming Pip was too much for my arm.
Other than a few little errands, I spent the weekend alternately applying ice and heat to my shoulder. Today it's feeling mostly better, just a bit of an ache when I lift up my wee little mister.
And that is why, Humble Readers, I haven't been around. But I swear, I am back again now, and I'm going to get caught up with the lot of you. I have posts rattling around in my brain to share, and I want to see what you all have been up to.
How's that for a 'the dog ate my homework' kind of rambling excuse? :)
Wow... what a weekend. (And I don't mean that in a good way.)
Keep in mind that while all of the following was happening, I was dealing with AF. Cramping and grumpies and everything.
Flashback to Thursday... I got my computer back after a ridiculous saga with the repair shop. The internet seems to be running a bit slower, but I chalk that up to our ISP. Then I go to do an internet search. Joke is on me... there's still a redirect virus on my computer. GAH! After much fuming and saying nasty things, I decide to leave it for now. It's only affecting my computer when I use Bi.ng, and since I prefer Goo.gle anyway, it's not bothering me all that much. I DO NOT want to deal with the same yah hoos at the shop we were dealing with, and we just don't have the money to take it to another shop right now. (I did, however, flame them on Yelp)
Late Thursday afternoon, I ended up with a doozy of a migraine. Literally, I stood up and felt like I was hit in the head with a sledge hammer. Ended wasting the rest of the day trying to not throw up. Fun times.
Friday started out ok. The headache was down to a dull roar. Until I had a major IBS flare. I spent the afternoon running to the bathroom. Oh joy.
Then, as I was putting Pippin to bed that night I felt a twinge in my shoulder. When I woke up Saturday morning, I could barely lift my arm. I'm so grateful it didn't happen on a weekday, because I'm not sure how I would have managed to look after the Wee-lings on my own. I couldn't even manage to sit through church on Sunday because holding a squirming Pip was too much for my arm.
Other than a few little errands, I spent the weekend alternately applying ice and heat to my shoulder. Today it's feeling mostly better, just a bit of an ache when I lift up my wee little mister.
And that is why, Humble Readers, I haven't been around. But I swear, I am back again now, and I'm going to get caught up with the lot of you. I have posts rattling around in my brain to share, and I want to see what you all have been up to.
How's that for a 'the dog ate my homework' kind of rambling excuse? :)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
A Pain In The Neck
Hey Humble Readers...
I hope you're all well, where ever you are.
The 'three-week' rule that has proven true throughout this pregnancy (being that I get sick/something goes wrong health-wise every three weeks) is right on time. I woke up this morning barely able to move my neck and shoulders. Ugh!
I have been putting off seeing my chiropractor because we only have limited coverage and it's not really in the budget. But he's a good doctor and, even though he's always trying to get me to buy into some program or other, I trust him to take care of me. I got a lot out of having regular adjustments last time around, and I really think it was a part of why I was able to recover so quickly.
The adjustment tonight was just a step into getting things back to normal, but I am feeling a bit better. Poor Ginny had to hang out in her play-pen most of the afternoon because I couldn't chase her around the house.
Now I just have to figure out how I'm going to do a bit of a clean on the house tomorrow. We have a babysitter coming over (Beloved and I are going on a date... woohoo!) and the layer of dust on the furniture is bordering on icky (and as much as I can look past it, I can't allow the teenage daughter of one of my church friends to see the current state of our hobbit hole).
I hope you're all well, where ever you are.
The 'three-week' rule that has proven true throughout this pregnancy (being that I get sick/something goes wrong health-wise every three weeks) is right on time. I woke up this morning barely able to move my neck and shoulders. Ugh!
I have been putting off seeing my chiropractor because we only have limited coverage and it's not really in the budget. But he's a good doctor and, even though he's always trying to get me to buy into some program or other, I trust him to take care of me. I got a lot out of having regular adjustments last time around, and I really think it was a part of why I was able to recover so quickly.
The adjustment tonight was just a step into getting things back to normal, but I am feeling a bit better. Poor Ginny had to hang out in her play-pen most of the afternoon because I couldn't chase her around the house.
Now I just have to figure out how I'm going to do a bit of a clean on the house tomorrow. We have a babysitter coming over (Beloved and I are going on a date... woohoo!) and the layer of dust on the furniture is bordering on icky (and as much as I can look past it, I can't allow the teenage daughter of one of my church friends to see the current state of our hobbit hole).
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Is This Never Going To End?
Humble Readers,
I'm tired of being a whiny suck, but things just seem to be going from bad to worse.
Yesterday I woke up with a sore eyelid. I thought maybe I had just scratched it in my sleep or something, but it's been getting worse and now there's a little white bump on the lip of my eyelid. It hurts like stink, and blinking is a new experience. Maybe it's a sty?
Oh yeah, and we had to throw out a turkey that I had purchased last month when they were on sale because my Beloved accidentally left it on the storage room floor when he was digging in the freezer for a package of tilapia the other day. Somehow neither of us noticed it (it was in the plastic grocery bag that it came home in), and it was more than half thawed.
Anyway, the turkey was kind of the last straw. I just lost it. Entirely. And of course bawling like an idiot did nothing to make my eye feel any better. *sigh*
Tell me I'll look back and laugh at this someday...
I'm tired of being a whiny suck, but things just seem to be going from bad to worse.
Yesterday I woke up with a sore eyelid. I thought maybe I had just scratched it in my sleep or something, but it's been getting worse and now there's a little white bump on the lip of my eyelid. It hurts like stink, and blinking is a new experience. Maybe it's a sty?
Oh yeah, and we had to throw out a turkey that I had purchased last month when they were on sale because my Beloved accidentally left it on the storage room floor when he was digging in the freezer for a package of tilapia the other day. Somehow neither of us noticed it (it was in the plastic grocery bag that it came home in), and it was more than half thawed.
Anyway, the turkey was kind of the last straw. I just lost it. Entirely. And of course bawling like an idiot did nothing to make my eye feel any better. *sigh*
Tell me I'll look back and laugh at this someday...
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The Fun Never Stops
Hey Humble Readers...
I think I am destined to have complicated pregnancies, that's all there is to it.
Progesterone deficiency resulting in recurrent pregnancy loss? Check!
High blood pressure? Check!
Insulin dependant gestational diabetes? Check!
And new as of last night...
Raging kidney infection and possible kidney stones? Check!
It started with dark urine over the last couple of days, which I thought was just a result of not drinking enough water. Then I started passing tiny little blood clots in my urine (anyone recall that "spotting" I had last week? Likely tied to this and not vaginal bleeding at all).
AND THEN... the pain... oh heavens! The only way I can describe it... you know that stitch in your side you get when you run? Well, imagine that only a hundred times worse. Thankfully, each time it came on it only lasted about an hour. Drinking water seemed to be the only thing that made it at all bearable.
So I was able to get in to see Dr. B today, and do you know what he said to me when he walked into the exam room? "Oh, you're looking well today." Grrrr....
Long story short, he wants to treat the kidney infection (massive antibiotics), and see what happens from that point on. If I start vomitting (oh joy... m/s has finally just vanished, and this could bring on more vomitting??) or can't tolerate the pain I'm to go to the hospital and be put on an IV. Greeeaaat...
Honestly, I'm thankful that this isn't something that could do harm to our little Halfling 2.0 and that I was able to get in to see my doctor as quick as I was. I'm just tired of feeling like things might just be leveling out when something new comes along.
I want to enjoy this pregnancy, not constantly be trying to balance meds(this one twice a day, that one 4 times a day on an empty stomach, the other three times a day evenly spaced, insulin injections, eat now and test glucose in two hours) and eating and water and sleep.
I apologize for the whining. I'm just not feeling well and that is reflected here.
I think I am destined to have complicated pregnancies, that's all there is to it.
Progesterone deficiency resulting in recurrent pregnancy loss? Check!
High blood pressure? Check!
Insulin dependant gestational diabetes? Check!
And new as of last night...
Raging kidney infection and possible kidney stones? Check!
It started with dark urine over the last couple of days, which I thought was just a result of not drinking enough water. Then I started passing tiny little blood clots in my urine (anyone recall that "spotting" I had last week? Likely tied to this and not vaginal bleeding at all).
AND THEN... the pain... oh heavens! The only way I can describe it... you know that stitch in your side you get when you run? Well, imagine that only a hundred times worse. Thankfully, each time it came on it only lasted about an hour. Drinking water seemed to be the only thing that made it at all bearable.
So I was able to get in to see Dr. B today, and do you know what he said to me when he walked into the exam room? "Oh, you're looking well today." Grrrr....
Long story short, he wants to treat the kidney infection (massive antibiotics), and see what happens from that point on. If I start vomitting (oh joy... m/s has finally just vanished, and this could bring on more vomitting??) or can't tolerate the pain I'm to go to the hospital and be put on an IV. Greeeaaat...
Honestly, I'm thankful that this isn't something that could do harm to our little Halfling 2.0 and that I was able to get in to see my doctor as quick as I was. I'm just tired of feeling like things might just be leveling out when something new comes along.
I want to enjoy this pregnancy, not constantly be trying to balance meds(this one twice a day, that one 4 times a day on an empty stomach, the other three times a day evenly spaced, insulin injections, eat now and test glucose in two hours) and eating and water and sleep.
I apologize for the whining. I'm just not feeling well and that is reflected here.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
Excuses, Excuses
Hey Humble Readers...
Just wanted to stop in and let you all know that I am still alive (altho I really feel like I'm just hangin' in there). I spent pretty much all day sleeping and I feel like I could go to bed right now. I've got a lot of strikes against my energy levels...
I'm pregnant (soooo not complaining, just stating a fact)
I'm on prometrium (also not a complaint. I'm so thankful for the whoo-haa pills!)
I have a biotch of a cold (yes I AM complaining about that)
and my blood sugar levels are all kinds of f*cked up (up, down and all around. yes, it's a complaint. Thank the Lord I start insulin on Monday)
All that, Humble Readers, to say that I'm sorry I haven't been around. Hopefully, tomorrow or Monday will see me feeling a little more human. Until then, I pray you are all doing well. I know that there's been a lot going on in the blogosphere. I'll get caught up soon.
Just wanted to stop in and let you all know that I am still alive (altho I really feel like I'm just hangin' in there). I spent pretty much all day sleeping and I feel like I could go to bed right now. I've got a lot of strikes against my energy levels...
I'm pregnant (soooo not complaining, just stating a fact)
I'm on prometrium (also not a complaint. I'm so thankful for the whoo-haa pills!)
I have a biotch of a cold (yes I AM complaining about that)
and my blood sugar levels are all kinds of f*cked up (up, down and all around. yes, it's a complaint. Thank the Lord I start insulin on Monday)
All that, Humble Readers, to say that I'm sorry I haven't been around. Hopefully, tomorrow or Monday will see me feeling a little more human. Until then, I pray you are all doing well. I know that there's been a lot going on in the blogosphere. I'll get caught up soon.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Hello Out There?
Hello Humble Readers...
Thank you so much to those of you who have been nudging me to show my face again. Sadly, I'm a dope and didn't get the messages until I signed into blogger tonight for the first time in almost a month, due to the privacy settings I set up ages ago.
So, where have I been? Where to begin?
The best description is that I have been in denial. I am fairly certain that I have been dealing with some late-onset post partum depression. Honestly, I think AF making her reappearance was what triggered it. I have been a hormonal mess for more than a month, and I'm sick to death of it.
I can honestly say that Ginevra and my Beloved are the shining lights in my life right now. But other than meeting their needs (and sometimes only on a very basic level... my poor Beloved!) I haven't had energy for much else.
Bad days find me stuck on the couch, crying over the fact that I can't seem to keep our house clean, even though I'm home all day. My most recent round of pms found me bawling my eyes out when Beloved asked me when dinner would be ready. Honestly, I have felt like a lame-ass excuse for a wife and mother.
Good days still involve the couch and sometimes a few tears, but at least I'm able to get a few things done. Mostly, tho, I end up wasting time online playing stupid games on FB and zone out.
(I want to say, that within all of this Ginny hasn't been neglected. She has never gone hungry or alone or anything. She gets fed, bathed, played with, and generally well taken care of. It's just the spirit with which some of these things are being done is less than happy or content.)
I still don't get out of the house much, which I know is a HUGE part of what's going on in my head & heart. I go grocery shopping & to church on the weekend, but other than that, I barely leave these four walls. I know that I am in control of that part of my life, but as much as I want to, I haven't had the energy to do anything about it.
The straw that broke the camel's back, as it were, was a few days ago Ginny really made me laugh. I think it was the first time I had laughed in more than a week (probably longer). It hurt my heart to think that she hasn't heard her mommy laugh in that long.
So, I'm attempting to make some changes.
Starting tomorrow morning, I am planning on going walking when I get up. I always wake up at least an hour before my Beloved gets up, and usually just take up my position on the couch and doze or watch tv. Instead, I'm going to get my ass dressed and out of the house. The snow is melting (FINALLY!) and most of the sidewalks are clear of ice and puddles, so I won't have the fear of falling and hurting myself as an excuse. Beloved has taken to doing Ginny's wake-up diaper change, and it is something he enjoys, so it's not going to add to his morning routine.
I'm going to turn off the tv. I think part of my problem is that I just sit. I am a sad sad couch potato. I can tell you what's on tv at any given hour of the day. I hate that Ginny is getting used to having the tv on all the time, and that I don't read any more.
I am going to limit my online time for the next while, and I really want to use what time I do spend online to reconnect with my bloggy friends.
And as pathetic as this sounds... I am going to shower every day before 10am. I can't begin to express how embarassed I am to have to put that in writing, but it's where I'm at right now.
So that's where I'm at. It's not pretty. But I'm trying.
Thank you so much to those of you who have been nudging me to show my face again. Sadly, I'm a dope and didn't get the messages until I signed into blogger tonight for the first time in almost a month, due to the privacy settings I set up ages ago.
So, where have I been? Where to begin?
The best description is that I have been in denial. I am fairly certain that I have been dealing with some late-onset post partum depression. Honestly, I think AF making her reappearance was what triggered it. I have been a hormonal mess for more than a month, and I'm sick to death of it.
I can honestly say that Ginevra and my Beloved are the shining lights in my life right now. But other than meeting their needs (and sometimes only on a very basic level... my poor Beloved!) I haven't had energy for much else.
Bad days find me stuck on the couch, crying over the fact that I can't seem to keep our house clean, even though I'm home all day. My most recent round of pms found me bawling my eyes out when Beloved asked me when dinner would be ready. Honestly, I have felt like a lame-ass excuse for a wife and mother.
Good days still involve the couch and sometimes a few tears, but at least I'm able to get a few things done. Mostly, tho, I end up wasting time online playing stupid games on FB and zone out.
(I want to say, that within all of this Ginny hasn't been neglected. She has never gone hungry or alone or anything. She gets fed, bathed, played with, and generally well taken care of. It's just the spirit with which some of these things are being done is less than happy or content.)
I still don't get out of the house much, which I know is a HUGE part of what's going on in my head & heart. I go grocery shopping & to church on the weekend, but other than that, I barely leave these four walls. I know that I am in control of that part of my life, but as much as I want to, I haven't had the energy to do anything about it.
The straw that broke the camel's back, as it were, was a few days ago Ginny really made me laugh. I think it was the first time I had laughed in more than a week (probably longer). It hurt my heart to think that she hasn't heard her mommy laugh in that long.
So, I'm attempting to make some changes.
Starting tomorrow morning, I am planning on going walking when I get up. I always wake up at least an hour before my Beloved gets up, and usually just take up my position on the couch and doze or watch tv. Instead, I'm going to get my ass dressed and out of the house. The snow is melting (FINALLY!) and most of the sidewalks are clear of ice and puddles, so I won't have the fear of falling and hurting myself as an excuse. Beloved has taken to doing Ginny's wake-up diaper change, and it is something he enjoys, so it's not going to add to his morning routine.
I'm going to turn off the tv. I think part of my problem is that I just sit. I am a sad sad couch potato. I can tell you what's on tv at any given hour of the day. I hate that Ginny is getting used to having the tv on all the time, and that I don't read any more.
I am going to limit my online time for the next while, and I really want to use what time I do spend online to reconnect with my bloggy friends.
And as pathetic as this sounds... I am going to shower every day before 10am. I can't begin to express how embarassed I am to have to put that in writing, but it's where I'm at right now.
So that's where I'm at. It's not pretty. But I'm trying.
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Blog Challenge Day 17: A Work of Art & Some Pathetic Whining
Hey Humble Readers! I hope you're having a great weekend!
Today's assignment for the Blog Challenge is to share a piece of artwork and what it means to you.
Now, I don't consider myself 'artsy' but I do know what I like. When we were in NYC last year, some of my favourite moments were in the many museums we visited. I can't talk knowledgably about artists or their media. I just know when something speaks to me.
One of my absolute favourite pieces is a painting by John William Waterhouse called "The Lady of Shalott"
I confess that I came to love this painting through a round-about means. When I was 11 I read "Anne of Green Gables" for the first time. Now, if you haven't read it (or at the very least, seen the movie), there is a very integral scene where Anne and her friends act out Tennyson's poem about Lancelot and the Lady, with near tragic (but comic) results. Reading Anne led me to reading Tennyson, which then led to discovering the many different paintings that have illustrated it over the years.
I have a large print of this painting framed over our bed. I love the colours and the emotion depicted. I don't know what else to say about it, except that I really really love it.
*****
Okay... so time for some pathetic whining.
My lower back and right hip have been extremely sore since the other day when I was doing that painting. I was pretty lazy yesterday, and thought that I was doing better, just stiff. Then I spent the morning at the mall, doing some much needed shopping, while Beloved was at a meeting at church. It was only a couple of hours, but I ended up hobbling around the grocery store and ever since, I've been in a whole heck of a lot of pain. I took a nap this afternoon, hoping that it would help me relax, but it still feels like I have a huge knot right in my big old derriere. And it's not helping that the Halfling has dropped and it feels like he/she is wedged right where the sun don't shine.
*sigh*
Remind me that I really really realy really really wanted this... please?
Today's assignment for the Blog Challenge is to share a piece of artwork and what it means to you.
Now, I don't consider myself 'artsy' but I do know what I like. When we were in NYC last year, some of my favourite moments were in the many museums we visited. I can't talk knowledgably about artists or their media. I just know when something speaks to me.
One of my absolute favourite pieces is a painting by John William Waterhouse called "The Lady of Shalott"
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I have a large print of this painting framed over our bed. I love the colours and the emotion depicted. I don't know what else to say about it, except that I really really love it.
*****
Okay... so time for some pathetic whining.
My lower back and right hip have been extremely sore since the other day when I was doing that painting. I was pretty lazy yesterday, and thought that I was doing better, just stiff. Then I spent the morning at the mall, doing some much needed shopping, while Beloved was at a meeting at church. It was only a couple of hours, but I ended up hobbling around the grocery store and ever since, I've been in a whole heck of a lot of pain. I took a nap this afternoon, hoping that it would help me relax, but it still feels like I have a huge knot right in my big old derriere. And it's not helping that the Halfling has dropped and it feels like he/she is wedged right where the sun don't shine.
*sigh*
Remind me that I really really realy really really wanted this... please?
Saturday, October 9, 2010
10 Lessons
Howdy Humble Readers...
Today has been a day of lessons learned.
Lesson #1
When your husband comes out of the nursery looking ashen, and you discover that he has just cracked one of the legs on the brand new crib, it does not make the situation any better when you (being the pregnant one) have a meltdown. He really feels bad enough.
Lesson #2
When you don't call the people who normally store your off-season tires for you, inevitably they won't be home when you stop by to drop off the recently-changed summer tires.
Lesson #3
When you have a prescription on file for refills at the pharmacy at your doctor's office, without fail you will be running out on a long weekend and said pharmacy is closed for the whole damn weekend! (it's not an important script... just my Zan.tac)
Lesson #4
It's important to remember that one's blood sugar is easily affected by one's emotional state, and to not allow the numbers on that stupid little screen beat you up. (my two hour reading after breakfast was through the roof... with the only change from yesterday and the day before being my aforementioned meltdown)
Lesson #5
Never dismiss the peace that can be found window shopping. And never be surprised by little blessings. (I found somewhere that sells loose raspberry leaf tea, and the people who work there actually know what it's for and are actually knowledgeable)
Lesson #6
The further north of the 49th parallel you live, the harder it is to find things like corn bread mix at your grocery store. This same lesson also applies to things like Old Bay seasoning, Rachel Ray cookware, and Nutter Butters.
Lesson #7
Never underestimate the power of a mini butter tart from Starbucks to perk you up... that and a venti glass of skim milk with sugar free hazelnut syrup.
Lesson #8
If you are planning on doing a fair bit of shopping, it is wise to confirm that your wallet is really in your purse before you leave the house. It's no fun to discover this at a checkout counter.
Lesson #9
The size of your headache is always proportional to the number of lawn mowers running in your neighbourhood.
Lesson #10
When you only get a combined total of 5 hours of sleep (even though you went to bed at 10:30), don't be surprised that you have a craptastic day.
But... it looks like things may be perking up. The Roughriders have just pulled ahead of the Argos! And raspberry leaf tea is actually pretty yummy!
Today has been a day of lessons learned.
Lesson #1
When your husband comes out of the nursery looking ashen, and you discover that he has just cracked one of the legs on the brand new crib, it does not make the situation any better when you (being the pregnant one) have a meltdown. He really feels bad enough.
Lesson #2
When you don't call the people who normally store your off-season tires for you, inevitably they won't be home when you stop by to drop off the recently-changed summer tires.
Lesson #3
When you have a prescription on file for refills at the pharmacy at your doctor's office, without fail you will be running out on a long weekend and said pharmacy is closed for the whole damn weekend! (it's not an important script... just my Zan.tac)
Lesson #4
It's important to remember that one's blood sugar is easily affected by one's emotional state, and to not allow the numbers on that stupid little screen beat you up. (my two hour reading after breakfast was through the roof... with the only change from yesterday and the day before being my aforementioned meltdown)
Lesson #5
Never dismiss the peace that can be found window shopping. And never be surprised by little blessings. (I found somewhere that sells loose raspberry leaf tea, and the people who work there actually know what it's for and are actually knowledgeable)
Lesson #6
The further north of the 49th parallel you live, the harder it is to find things like corn bread mix at your grocery store. This same lesson also applies to things like Old Bay seasoning, Rachel Ray cookware, and Nutter Butters.
Lesson #7
Never underestimate the power of a mini butter tart from Starbucks to perk you up... that and a venti glass of skim milk with sugar free hazelnut syrup.
Lesson #8
If you are planning on doing a fair bit of shopping, it is wise to confirm that your wallet is really in your purse before you leave the house. It's no fun to discover this at a checkout counter.
Lesson #9
The size of your headache is always proportional to the number of lawn mowers running in your neighbourhood.
Lesson #10
When you only get a combined total of 5 hours of sleep (even though you went to bed at 10:30), don't be surprised that you have a craptastic day.
But... it looks like things may be perking up. The Roughriders have just pulled ahead of the Argos! And raspberry leaf tea is actually pretty yummy!
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Warning: Whining Ahead
Howdy Humble Readers...
I'm sorry folks, but I'm feeling really discouraged today, and I need to vent a little.
I went to the Gestational Diabetes clinic today to learn how to check my blood sugar, and about the dietary element of controlling it. It was a lot of great information, and I was feeling a bit proud of myself, because looking at the nutrition stuff I was actually getting a lot of it right. Granted I need to increase my protien intake (particularly at breakfast), but everything else was looking really really good.
So, what was my blood sugar level when I tested at the clinic (two hours after breakfast)? 9.9. What was it after lunch? 9.2. And after dinner? 10! It should be less than 6.7. I'm going to end up on insulin for sure.
Talk about feeling like a failure.
I'm sorry folks, but I'm feeling really discouraged today, and I need to vent a little.
I went to the Gestational Diabetes clinic today to learn how to check my blood sugar, and about the dietary element of controlling it. It was a lot of great information, and I was feeling a bit proud of myself, because looking at the nutrition stuff I was actually getting a lot of it right. Granted I need to increase my protien intake (particularly at breakfast), but everything else was looking really really good.
So, what was my blood sugar level when I tested at the clinic (two hours after breakfast)? 9.9. What was it after lunch? 9.2. And after dinner? 10! It should be less than 6.7. I'm going to end up on insulin for sure.
Talk about feeling like a failure.
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