Doctors Day

We started today early with a doctor's appointment follow up for Dahlia. She's doing well, ear infection is healing great and a big hotspot that suddenly appeared is kind of dried up but scabby. She goes crazy scratching it and opens it up a bit so it gets bloody and weepy again. They shaved her neck to get all her super thick crazy fur out of the way, and we got it all exposed so we can heal it up. So we've got antibiotics and lotion. It should be gone in a few days. She's in great spirits and much better than last week. 

Toffee was puking a lot today, which is very unexpected. She threw up in the bed with Doug last night, and then horked three times after breakfast. 

She's been acting scared and skittish, I'm not sure what she got herself into or she caught. Tonight she has been curled up next to me shivering and shaking. 

She continues this way, we'll go to the vet in the morning. 

Dahlia is confused because she wants to roughhouse and play, and Toffee is not having any of that. My poor bean. Look at her, she's so pretty and I love her.

Then this afternoon, it was my turn. I had a doctor's appointment. With the A1C not going down, even though I feel like I'm doing very well with carbs and food, and exercise increasing, I expected a lecture from my doctor. 

She wasn't scoldy or lecturey about anything, which was a relief. She did note that since she's been seeing me I've gone from 220, to 208, to 202 (today) and she's pleased with the efforts I'm making. She heard my questions about whether or not the efficacy of the meds I'm on right now just aren't there. She said that she'd add another medication to add to the mix, and in 3 months we'll recheck the levels. She anticipates better results and possibly some weight loss too. I'm all for it.

Even if I'm mad and discouraged, she's optimistic. And that made me feel better. 

I had my PT/INR checked and I love the girls in the lab, they are hilarious. 

I was going to go to the gym right after but there was kind of an emergency thing happening at work, so I headed straight home. 

After dinner, because I didn't yesterday and I didn't after the doctor, I went to the gym. 

Linda and I had made this monster playlist to keep me entertained. I put it on shuffle, and had at it with great glee. Hole's "Violet" followed by Morris Day and the Time's "Jungle Love" cracked me up. "Square Hammer" by Ghost into The Decemberists "This is why we fight," ... simply excellent. I had to skip  Peter Gabriel and Cindy Lauper songs because they were too slow for my pace but that was okay. Great stuff to listen to. 

And after a half hour, I was done. Boom. 

The gym was packed at 7:15pm, and I had to bide my time waiting for a treadmill when I got there. And because I had people right next to me, I couldn't swing my arms around and air drum like I enjoy doing.  

I guess that is not the best time to go, eh? 

Well, all told that's the day here. Digits below, and a strange sight in traffic today.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.   Gym, treadmill with new fun playlist. 30 min/1.35 miles; 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 167
4:30pm: 155
10:30pm: 144

food:

coffee/water
11am: english muffin w/pb
12:15pm: metformin
6pm: risotto, broccoli, chicken 
7pm: metformin+jardiance