Windows Open

Yesterday was rainy, but not too humid and not too cold. I opened a lot of windows and enjoyed the cool air. Doug usually closes things up before bed, but last night he kept the window in the bedroom open. Weird.

He always complains that it is noisy outside. A truck may go down the street and hit the speed bump. Some dog somewhere may bark. It's not that noisy. We've lived in noisier places. And the birds get started around 4am, so that wakes him up and he is grumpy. 

Last night we must have had the world's quietest night because we both slept through. Doug got up between 6:30 and 7, I continued to snooze. My alarm went off and I said "meh. I'll get up when I hear the school bus go over the speed bump, and I did when it did. 

Today at work, a couple major things happened and I ended up embroiled in a multi-department situation, it all worked out, but it was stressful there for a while. Lots of people way above my pay grade were having "who should be in charge of fixing this" discussions. My colleague T and I chatted about how we could literally just fix this. Right now. Like, this situation but not the overal problem - that needs some more serious attention but this one thing we could... you know... fix it.

At about 2:30pm, I hadn't taken a real break so I informed the team "I'm outside. Touching Dirt." And I did. 

I put the petunias in the planter on the patio table and moved a few things into pots. 

I ran out of dirt, I also need more plants.

When you are at the store and you pick up one bag of dirt, and you think to yourself "you maybe should get two bags of dirt" listen to yourself. Get a second bag of dirt. 

I have a couple pots that broke over the winter, one I am very fond of, so I'm hoping to glue it back together. 

Doug has to go to the office tomorrow, so I'll be solo. Maybe I'll run off and .... buy more plants and dirt. hahahahha. 

No picture. Digits below! 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours; 22 min inside walk. 7k steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 168
5pm: 164
10:15pm: 197

food:
coffee/water
11am: English muffin w/peanut butter
noon: Metformin
6:30pm: Metformin+jardiance
7pm: Calzone w/ ricotta, salami, spicy sausage, basil
Vodka tonic w/zero sugar tonic and lots of lemon
some spicy popcorn (not a lot, too spicy for me)

Dentist

I was supposed to have a dentist appointment today but Doug realized he has not been to the dentist for over a year and commented that he should make an appointment. So I gave him my appointment. I'm cool like that. 

My plan was to garden. It rained all day and stopped right before Doug left, so I did my inside walk and then got dinner in the oven and went out to do gardening, and.... it started pouring. Luckily Geoff made it home in time, and it let up for Doug to walk home, but no gardening was done. 

Dinner was okay. I had a check-in through a program at work with a colleague in Beijing China! 9am her time (tomorrow) to 9pm my time Wednesday here. I met her cat. 

Anyway, that's my day. Here's Toffee pining for Doug after he left for the dentist.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours;  29 min indoor walk; 7400+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 179
4:15pm: 154
10:15pm: 168

food:

coffee/water
11am: grilled cheese w/ turkey and bacon; small bowl of mac&cheese w/bacon (left over from geoff's lunch) metformin
6:30pm: 2 frozen burritos in a cheese/salsa/sour cream sauce; several crackers; metformin+jardiance
white wine

Rain Delay

At about 10:30 this morning, in between meetings, I went out to the patio table to start messing with flowers. 

Of course. It started raining about 20 minutes later, but I got a few things done before it got too wet to stay outside. Tomorrow's forecast is for more of the same, but Thursday looks to be free and clear. Sorry, plants. I tried today. Honestly. 

No other real updates. Today was busy with work, obviously. But a good day overall. Here's my view while watching hockey. 

Digits below. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours;  30 min inside walk; 7k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 197
6pm: 189
10:15pm: 164

food:

coffee/water
10am: english muffin w/ pb and low sugar jelly
11am: metformin
1pm: garlic bagel w/ onion & chive cream cheese
6pm: 2 chicken patties w/sauce and muenster cheese; metformin+jardiance
7:30pm: mixed nuts & trail mix
white wine and diet gingerale (3)

What the hell is "SOP" anyway?

I messaged my boss that I wanted to take today off, but I had an 11am meeting to attend and a 2pm meeting. He told me he didn't want me to work hours in between day off time, that is not the way our "SOP" is defined. 

I pretended to know what he meant. I had to google what SOP is. Standard Operating Procedure. I actually didn't really know that we had one defined but I guess we do and I wasn't paying attention. SOP it is. 

We're supposed to take a whole day or a half say. I said I've always just taken personal hours. Rarely whole days or half days or whatever. But okay. I'll take a couple hours off. In a row. 

He offered to take my 2pm, so I could take the whole afternoon. I said no - you are already in a meeting (thank you for giving me access to your calendar, chief). So I did my 11am meeting, did other things work-related, ate some lunch, did the 2pm meeting and am glad I did it for a lot of reasons, and then messaged the team that at 3 I was taking some me time. 

And then I played games on my phone for two solid hours. Well, I stopped just before 5. 

See, today I wanted to do a bunch of things that I couldn't get done over the weekend. I wanted to get garden soil for the plants we bought. I wanted to get blood work done. I wanted to swing by the mechanic to ask why we have a check engine light on in the Mini, when we just had $7,000 work done to it. Last month. What the heck, guys. 

But I played games on my phone. And did my steps. Fed the dog and went to target.

So I did leave the house, I did do a thing, I didn't get the blood work done because there was no way I was going to make it over there before the lab closed. Maybe I'll step away tomorrow and do it. 

I didn't take the whole day, but a few hours, of just me time. 

Recently, I saw a South Park episode where Butters gets a job at an ice cream store. Little kids can get jobs, with their parent's permission, because no one wants to work and businesses are suffering. Thanks to Joe Biden and the Pandemic, etc, etc, etc. 

So there's Butters, working at the ice cream store busting his ass. Cartman wants in on this and gets his mom's permission to get a job. Reluctantly, Butters vouches for him, the very serious business owner is a little wary but, Butters is a good kid and so his friend must be good too. 

But he is not. You know it.

Cartman gets the job, comes  to work and he basically does zero work. Takes constant breaks, plays with his phone, observes Bare Minimum Mondays and Take It Easy Tuesdays. He accuses Butters of making a toxic work environment, and then tells them young people have invented these work allowences for their mental health and no one can fire anyone because that's against the law. 

Cartman learns his lesson, of course, when he and Kenny decide to start their own business. They get Butters to invest his paycheck (and of course that goes over well with Butters' parents). 

This episode is hilarious. My work wife said to me "you are always Butters in these situations and everyone else is Cartman." 

So I decided to be a little bit Cartman. It's part of our SOP maybe. Everyone on my team takes time off during the day, but they usually don't ask our boss first. Which maybe was my mistake. 

Anyway. I got nothing done. As I mentioned. But. I did have a Mental Health Monday or Bare Minimum Monday. Whatever we want to call it. 

I have NO meetings tomorrow, so maybe it'll be Take it Easy Tuesday too. But I don't have to go anywhere (well, there is the blood work thingie?) Hmm. We'll see what tomorrow ends up looking like. 

Digits, below.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours; no dedicated 10, 6400+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:15am: 174
5pm: 192
10pm: 173

food:

coffee/water
10:30am: left over chinese food, mongolian beef and some lo mein noodles
12noon: metformin
1:30pm: pbj on keto friendly bread
7pm: pork loin, 4 pierogis, mixed veggies mostly broccoli; glass of wine w/ginger ale; metformin+jardiance
8pm: anxiety eating trail mix

Mom's Day

Today being Mother's Day, I'm not sure I've ever actually written about this but Doug does not celebrate mother's day - for me. He has told me, "you're not my mom." 

Uh, okay? But. I'm your wife and mom of the children that you knocked me up with so lavish me with adoration and love. Or else? 

But I get it. It is the kids' responsibility to celebrate me. When they were little though, he did not take them out to buy me things. He didn't encourage this with them. 

I think of my dad, because, of course, we are in our year of firsts yet. My dad always bought my mom things for mother's day, on our behalf. 

Even long after we were grown and gone. 

My dad "got it," as it were, whereas Doug sees it differently. Neither of them are wrong. But I kind of wish Doug had a stripe of my dad. 

I got calls and texts from other friends, other moms, wishing me a happy mother's day. I texted friends and beat them to it. Geoff forgot a little bit that it was mother's day, but he made up for it. He got all our laundry from the bedroom and he swept the kitchen because it sorely needed it. 

Jess' best friend called me (before Jess did, noted!) to wish me a happy mother's day AND tell me she got engaged. Which was all very incredibly sweet. Jess did call me and we talked for an hour about all sorts of stuff.  

My own kids and the kid friends of my kids are dear to me. And I love them all. 

Doug and I went to deposit some paper checks we had, and we went to pick up plants for the patio and porch. We found ourselves by beer as well, so we had a couple pints and made it home in time for hockey. 

I may not be his mom, but he did take me out for some nice stuff.

Digits below this picture of a fun thing sticking out of a plant at the nursery.

digits 

exercise: 11/12 hours;  missed 4pm because we were stuck in traffic. 5200+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 164
6:30pm: 194
10:30pm: 291 (damn you, pretzels)

food:
coffee/water
noon: metformin; whole grain english muffin w/ pb& low sugar jelly
2:30pm: about 1 cup of chicken salad
6pm: 2 beers at babycat
7pm: 2 cheeseburgers, no buns, tater tots, mayo+ketchup.
9pm: nervous eating pretzels and spready chees, 3 more beers.

Hello Mister Sun

Nothing much to report. The rain held off all day so Geoff got the lawn mowed, Doug went to target. We had a heck of a downpour and a giant double rainbow around 7. It was cool. Better update tomorrow. And of course, cel phone cameras don't capture the real colors. but. 

Digits below.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours; 31 min. walk. 7600+ steps by bed

blood glucose:

10am: 189
5pm: 144
10pm: 185

food:
coffee/water
noon: metformin
1:30pm: chicken salad
6pm: bowl of chili w/ fritos, sour cream, shredded cheddar
8:30pm: ramekin of pretzels w/ port wine spready cheese. 4 beers (hockey)

Too many carbs

Today was a day when I didn't really do a good job with carbs. That's okay because most of the time I do. Geoff made mac & cheese for blunch, and then I had an apple and peanut butter when I usually would not have had food before dinner. Numbers were high, and some days are like that. 

It poured down rain today. Absolutely poured, and so many people are out seeing the Northern Lights due to the giant solar flare that is happening. Friends as far south as the NC/SC border are enjoying. 

We are socked in with clouds, no northern lights here. I'm sad for that. Very jealous of friends but also very happy for them. 

It's like that sometimes. 

Digits below. Better day tomorrow, I promise. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours;  no dedicated 10; 7k steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:15am: 184
4:45pm: 228
10:30pm: 215

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
10:45am: ramekin of mac & cheese w/bacon; metformin
2:30pm: apple w/peanut butter
6:30pm: metformin+jardiance; bowl of pasta shells w/meat sauce and .... 4 nice slices of garlic bread
white wine

Foxglove

 (This was Thursday's post, published Friday morning)

It was a comfortable temperature today. I put headphones in because a neighbor up the street is having a new roof put on, and the constant nail gun noises were rough on my brain. 

I went outside. Cleaned off the patio table, again. Got set up and turned around and saw a new plant. One I've never seen before. I took pictures of it and shared to the work Plants channel and was informed it is Foxglove. Wonderfully dangerous to humans and dogs. But look how pretty it is. I kind of feel bad. like. Y'all are trying to kill me out here, nature. 

My plants friends at work said "don't touch it. Keep your dog away from it." Toffee doesn't eat plants - she's more of an eat all the twigs and shit out there. So I'm not really worried about her contacting it.

I'll figure out a way to protect us all, a little fence or something. Doug said it was there last year but honestly, I do not remember seeing it. Maybe it comes and goes so quickly. 

Didn't get a walk today because Doug sat down in the livingroom and called his Aunt, and then I ordered Chinese food. He didn't take the dog for a walk, so I couldn't walk inside and... it started raining. Gotta feed the Foxglove.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours; no dedicated 10; 4400+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 186
4:15pm: 155
9pm: 245

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
11:30am: metformin. 2 slices of keto friendly bread w/pb and low sugar jelly
7pm: chinese food. mongolian beef, general gao's chicken, spring roll, combo fried rice, beef on stick, peking ravioli, metformin+jardiance 

The Old Man's Birthday

Today is dad's birthday. It will always be his birthday. I cringe a little when people say "happy heavenly birthday" or "today my dad would be 104 years old." No, no he probably wouldn't have been 104 years old, to be honest. People die and they are the age they were when they died. That's their age. And I for one am not 100% sure about Heaven most of the time.  Sometimes I am and other times I'm not sure.

Suffice to say, May 8th, that's dad's birthday and will always be. 

This picture cracks me up. We walked out of their favorite foodrinkery one day and this motorcycle was outside, with the helmet on it. And he laughed his ass off. 

My dad was not a big reader but those were all words he could read, and boy did it knock is socks off. So I told him to go pose by the helmet. And he did. So forever and ever this will be a photo we look back to with big laughs. We put it in his funeral video, much to the family's joy. So many laughs on this one. 

Dad was game to do whatever I asked him to do and (usually hilarious) pictures resulted. 

One that I don't have any pictures or video of is the time he and Doug built an obstacle course for squirrels on the back step of the trailer. Dad would always put peanuts out for them, and fill the bird feeders dutifully, and he enjoyed watching these furry knuckleheads go about their harvesting of dinner. So an obstacle course made the little bastards work for it. And boy did they ever work for it. 

Seeing him sit in his chair on the porch and just chuckle, well not just chuckle but actually laugh wholeheartedly was so much fun.

For those who know my husband, he has a big laugh. He's big loud when laughing. And my dad wasn't that noisy or boisterous, but I could honestly say he was laughing at his level equal to Doug's level. 

My mother came out and made them take the obstacle course down. She was furious. For as happy as dad was she was furious in equal measure. She said it was mean and unfair. 

Hell no, it wasn't.

Doug dismantled the apparatus. But the smiles lingered. Anyway. There's a lot I could say about my dad, and thinking about him makes me smile. I'll take that to bed with me. 

Goodnight, Dad.
Digits below.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours; 22 min indoor walk; 8k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 180
4:45pm: 178
10pm: 185

food:
coffee/water
11:15am: leftover little bit of tuna casserole, cold - almost like pasta salad. greatly enjoyed! Metformin
1:30pm: tuna salad on 2 slices of toasted 647 italian bread
6:30pm: 3 chicken thighs, scoop of leftover Doug's cheesy concoction
7pm: metformin+jardiance
red wine

Continuing the Year Of Firsts

Today is mom's 81st birthday. Tomorrow would be dad's, he would have been 84. 

We are still in our Year Of Firsts, and their birthdays being right on top of each other has always been an easy way to not forget one of them. And this is a year not to forget. 

Over the weekend I was going to order flowers but just forgot/was exhausted. Then last night completely forgot because Hockey. So after I got off the phone with her, I went online and ordered a nice "whimsical" bouquet. 

I didn't check to see that it comes in a vase so I'm going to call in the morning first thing. I don't think she can cut flowers and arrange in the vase she has.

I would usually call on Mom's birthday and then get him on the phone to wish him a happy early birthday. If a birthday fell on Mother's Day, I'd wait until Mother's Day and get 3 calls in one. I called at 7:30pm to make sure I got a call in before she went to bed.

She said she had a good day - she went to the bar for lunch, like she does on Tuesdays (like ya do). There are three women from Brockton who come on Tuesdays too, so they bought her lunch. And she had a piece of white cake with buttercream frosting and strawberries. The bartender put a no blow out candle on the slice, so she blew it out and it lit up again. 

"Wiseasses," she says. Ha. Classic.

This morning we had a client site launch and the pre-launch set up was not complete or set up correctly at the CMS end of things. I kind of was in a panic, and very anxious. My ride-or-die at work and I were stressing a little, and we rescheduled the launch for 10:30am, and waited for the devs to get things straightened up.

I was so anxious that I did steps. I couldn't focus on doing other work things so I just up and started walking around, swinging back to the laptop to see if there was any other news, any slack updates. And when there were none, I walked again.   

Everything worked out alright, the client was in good spirits, we got everything done, even with the delay, 5 minutes before the end of the call. 

Doug didn't take Toffee for a walk, so I'm glad I got my exercise done since he would have been sitting here in the middle of my walking route. I really need to get back to the gym though. Make time for me. Go. 

We started talking about our anniversary and doing something. Geoff came in to tell us he's working Sat/Sun memorial day weekend, which we didn't expect since he already worked his once-a-month weekend, so I wonder if it is a seniority thing where he's the New Kid and gets saddled. I asked if he's working on Monday and he said he wasn't sure.

Doug is starting to think about maybe we'll do something. Maybe. We'll probably have to take the dog with us? Maybe? Not sure yet. But we'll see if we go somewhere. 

Anyway, here's Shirley from 2017 when she broke her hip and was in the rehab hospital. Happy Birthday, lady. Digits below. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours; 16 min. indoor walk (stress walking instead of stress snacking); 6200+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 164
5pm: 183
10:15pm: 189

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
11:30am: english muffin w/pb and bonnie maman's preserves; metformin
2:15pm: 647 italian bread, mayo, 3 thick slices of deli turkey
6pm: 2 chicken cutlet cluck pucks w/american cheese on them, coleslaw; metformin+jardiance
7pm: 3 entenmann's chocolate covered donuts 
8pm: the rest of the coleslaw, about a cup or so
red wine

Hawkey Tawk

Tonight, Doug got us hooked up with the Sling TV package that has ESPN on it, so we could watch hockey. Tonight, a friend of ours back in Massachusetts messaged me on FB and just said "Hawkey Tawk." 

We used to go to their house for playoff hockey when we lived up north. Our kids went to high school together, and they were and are just delightful human beings. Pizza Beer Hockey. The husband and I would do this fake call-in talk show called Hockey Talk and have her in stitches.

My guess is Doug hated us talking so much, but, it was fun to watch games with friends. And we didn't talk through the whole game. They were serious Hockey People.

I miss them, even though we've got our hockey now (thank you Doug for caving) - it is extra fun to watch games with likeminded humans. 

Still feeling crummy but tonight I feel much better than I did all day, so maybe I'm turning the corner.

Maybe it's the hockey energy. 

Doug took Toffee for a walk today and I did about 20+ min inside while listening to Guster and then I went back to work. Geoff made us dinner, he had today off after working this weekend. Doug said he spent half his walk time standing behind the house with the neighbor talking to him. She is the "fussy" one from this entry from 2021. She noticed that one of our lights was off (the nightlight in the guest room) so she asked him if we were away. 

One could say she's nosy, or, she is just very attentive. And that's a good thing. She has a kind heart, even if she's a little nebby. She had a treat for Toffee, and gave it to him. 

I gave it to her tonight, much to her doggy joy. 

Digits below. 

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours,  24 min. indoor walk while doug did an hour out there in the heat/rain with the dog. 7700+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 171
n/apm: forgot to take my 4-5pm reading
11pm: 192

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
noon: some of doug's pasta creation mixed w/left over chicken from last weekend. Metformin
1:30pm: some more of the chicken (the last of it, tbh)
6pm: bowl of spaghetti w/ground sausage, mushroom, sauce
7pm: metformin+jardiance; entire bag of kettle corn
9pm: anxiety eating crackers+peanutbutter
red wine

Throw a Dirty 20 and Rescue the Lion

Another zero day for doing anything. I set my alarm for 9:45 to get up and do steps but hit snooze, and missed the 9am hour by a couple steps. Made up for it with an indoor walk. 

Another rainy day, dark and gloomy. Toffee does not like to go out in the rain, so she went about 13 hours without going outside, which is bananas. I just forced her to go out - it is kind of drizzling, and she went under the bushes to get away from the rain and got even more soaked because of how wet the flowers all are. I gave her a thorough rubbing with a towel, and I think she really liked it. 

We talked about doing something. We need to go to the bank, and thought a drive about would be fun but neither of us got motivated, and Doug realized he needed to head to the market and I was going to be playing D&D with Matt and the gang. I wanted to go buy plants this weekend, but with all this rain it's just gross and unmotivating. 

Speaking of D&D, tonight we had a blast. A few times, Matt was stumped and said "we are entering into uncharted territory here," because of how crazy our plans were. I think we end up playing once a month, maybe twice, and it is honestly the funniest time. We have done 2 campaigns and we're all kind of in the mood to kick some major ass in the next one. The last two sessions were mostly shenanigans and how we get out of a really sticky mess. We all did well, and hey, we rescued a lion who now is part of our party. 

It's very silly, I know. but we honestly have just the best time and it is a happy two hour escape. Hot tea at hand.

Doug recently got a St. Louis cookbook out of a little free library and tonight made dinner from it. It was like mac & cheese but a cheesier, creamier sauce, and meatless. It could have used some chicken for ya girl who needs some protein to balance out the carbs. 

No picture today since life is so blah and dark and gloomy. Hoping to start feeling better soon. Sleeping 13 hours a day sounds nice but. 

And no, it isn't Covid. I checked. 

Anyway. Digits Below.

digits 

exercise: 11/12 hours, missed 9am by a couple steps. Indoor walk while Doug was at the market, about 16 minutes. 5600+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

10am: 196
4:30pm: 162
10:15pm: 171

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
11am: metformin, 2 slices of 647 toast w/pb
6:30pm: a doug concoction, pasta w/mushrooms and broccoli in a cheese sauce (1 bowl, tempted to 2 but.) Metformin+jardiance
8pm: a couple scoops of no sugar peanut butter, some edam cheese
red wine

Good thing it is a rainy Saturday

Nothing at all was done today. 

First, it rained. Poured. Just. Meh. We almost put the heat on. That cold. 

Second, I've got a cold, and I am useless. Absolutely useless. I took two naps today, timed my steps for the end of one hour and the beginning of another, so I didn't miss. Well done. 

Doug cut his hair today, and that's like it. That's it. 

Not very exciting. No picture. Just digits.

digits 

exercise: 12/12. 30 min. indoor walk while Doug cut his hair and showered. 7k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:45am: 207
5pm: 130
10:30pm: 194

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
10:30am: chicken salad; metformin
7pm: two unreasonably huge bowls of tuna casserole (comfort food while feeling sick, is always good). Metformin+jardiance; white wine

Big Naps

I am struggling with a cold today, all clogged up in my head and sluggish in the body. I can hear Doug downstairs coughing. Yesterday I wore a sweatshirt, socks, and bundled up under a sheet on the couch. If I'm feeling cold, you know I'm sick. I even took a 90 minute nap after work yesterday, which you'd think would ruin me for sleep for the night, but no. I was out cold at my close to usual bedtime. 

I may have a fever, not sure. I can't take my temperature because somehow I can't find any thermometers and the 3 I found are clearly labeled DOG, meaning they've been thrust up some canine's butt and we want to make sure no one thrusts that into their mouth, ya know? 

Heavy sigh. 

The thing about WFH and being sick is I have no real need to actually take off. I'm up. I'm doing steps. I'm drinking coffee. I'm making chicken salad. I'm doing all the things - I can answer helpdesk tickets and not burn an actual sick day or sick couple of hours. I just checked my accruals, and I have 39 sick days. Thirty Nine. I'll save them for when I am actually sick. 

At about 3pm I tapped out for the day and went for a lie down. Somehow, I still managed to wake up just before 4:55 pm and did my 4 and 5pm steps. I went back to bed and slept until I heard Doug and Geoff making dinner at 6:45. Got up. 

They made mac & cheese and even though I should not have had it, I did. I was so hungry. Sorry tonight's blood sugar reading. 

Geoff is working this weekend. His job requires 1 weekend a month, so this is his weekend. He worked the weekend before we went away, had his bereavement days, and now is working this weekend, which seems like a lot of days but I pointed out that he could have been put on Memorial day weekend and didn't get scheduled. 

I can't believe it is May already. 

Anyway. Toffee and I had some fun playing today with her balls before we both went to nap. Here's my favorite pic from that fun. 

Digits, below, for Thursday and today.

Friday digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps; no dedicated 10; 5200+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 156
6:45pm: 154
11pm: 263

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
10am: english muffin w/pb and low sugar j.
10:30: Metformin
1pm: large bowl of chicken salad w/walnuts and craisins
7pm: metformin+jardiance; bowl of mac & cheese w/a couple mini-sausages
8pm: 2 ramekins of pretzels
white wine

Thursday digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps; no dedicated 10; 4600+ by bedtime

blood glucose:

9:30am: 175
5pm: 154
10pm: 205

food:
coffee/water/hot tea
10:30am: english muffin w/pb and low sugar jelly; metformin
2pm: ramekin of sunchips
7pm: chicken fajita stuff w/o the wrap (too lazy to make that happen) in a bowl; metformin+jardiance
8:30pm: ramekin of pretzels

Family Portrait

We had this group picture taken at the bar. I have to say I love that my son is smiling. So rarely do we get smiles out of Geoff. My mom is right there at the bar between Jimmy V and my cousin Joey in the Aran knit sweater. Jimmy V spent most of the day doting on my mom. "Can I get you a glass of water, do you need some of the food, would you like a napkin..." Drove her batty.

We threw the party for my dad, to say goodbye. We also threw the party for these weirdos. Because we don't get to spend this kind of time all together, in our environment. Doing fun things. 

I love every single person in this picture. Blood relatives and revelers who joined us. The bagpiper, Kaycee's boyfriend, high school friends who are like family. 

May we all remember this day.

digits 

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps; no dedicated 10. 5500+steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 185
4:45pm: 156
10pm: 205

food:
coffee/water
11am: metformin; small ramekin mac & cheese w/bacon
1pm: english muffin w/pb and low sugar jelly
6pm: Brats & tots (one roll, 2 bratwursts, pile of tater tots, mayo/ketchup); small piece of chocolate cake that the dogsitter left. white wine. metformin+jardiance
9pm: ramekin of pretzels