Somehow the volume on my phone was turned up to very loud. I thought at 7am that I was on call and this would be an emergency page, but no. It was the person hosting us Thursday for thanksgiving. I had texted her yesterday to ask if she needed anything and she thought it would just be easier to call me back.
Her: Are you working already?
Me: No, not yet. Too early for that.
Her: Did I wake you up? (I can tell she's out for a walk)
Me: A little bit, I mean, I have to get up anyway (in like an hour!)
Her: Oh, I thought you'd be up with the old lady.
Me: No, the morning routine is sneaky pete comes down here to the kitchen, starts the coffee, takes her meds, gets a cup of water and goes back down the hall for quite a while and quietly plays her game. Around 8-ish is when we're both up and I make sure she eats. So hello. I'm awake. Hello.
The long and short of it is our host does not need us to bring anything, but she wanted to know what kind of wine I like. Since she's all set food wise, I'll get her some flowers.
Let's start the day.
It is terribly weird to not be prepping/shopping for anything. This is an alien experience for me at thanksgiving. I'm so used to Doug coming home from the market with all the things and setting up, cooking in the morning, him getting the turkey ready, us doing the sides that go on top of the stove and things that go inside the stove after he pulls the bird out.
Doug is feeling down and depressed because this is his favorite holiday (friends, thankfulness, food. The holy trinity) and he told me last night he hasn't gone shopping for anything and isn't planning on doing a big thing. I hope they do a little something something. Or we have thanksgiving when I get back. He hinted that he is going to find a buffet at a casino somewhere. Okay dude. Just don't spend all our money, okay? I gotta pay rent.
I kind of started working early, after that wake up phone call, after making sure mom had something for breakfast, after getting a couple cups of coffee. I canceled a team meeting because 2 of the 5 people are out this week and there really wasn't anything to check in on that we couldn't check in on in Slack.
There were a couple other meetings, but things were super slow. At 2pm I decided to go get air in my front tire. Mom wanted to go with me because she wanted Strawberry Baileys (eww?) to bring to the dinner on Thursday. I kind of wanted to go alone because I wanted to play Pokemon, but, alright. Come with. Nice to see you wanting to be out and about!
We struck out at two places, but I got some craft beer for myself. I got air in my tires and asked her if she wanted to go to the foodrinkery.
"Only if you want to," she replied.
No - are you hungry, would you eat, should we go or do you want a PBJ at home.
"Okay, I guess we can go."
We got there and one friend of hers was at the bar, so we sat with. I got buffalo fingers and a small salad. More friends came in, including the Thanksgiving host who laughed when she saw me and apologized profusely for waking me up. We had a laugh.
Before you know it it's a Mom Party. I finally peeled her out of there at 4:30. She wanted to check her mail, and we came back in. I should have gone for a walk after bringing her back, but I'm kind of wiped out. I picked up work where I left off and finished up about 7, took an unscheduled but not unwanted nap, and got up in time to do the dishes. She came out and did the coffeemaker.
It's a long day just hangingaround, as the Counting Crows sing. Exhausting. So exhausting.
No picture today, just a bunch of words! I'm off to bed, early for me but. voof. Am I ready!
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. No dedicated 10. 5200 approx steps (should have pushed to 7k but ugh).
blood glucose:
8am: 194
5pm: 214
9pm: 136
food:
coffee, water
10am: low carb wheat wrap w/ roast beef and 2 slices of american cheese
11am: Metformin
2:30pm: buffalo chicken strips and side salad.
5pm: beer
6pm: beer; metformin+jardiance.
6:30pm: pbj, low sugar jelly on higher than expected carbs bread (my bread was moldy, even though I just bought it. boooo).
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