Thursday was the last day I showered.
Not really like me, to be honest. I shower daily because I am usually on zoom calls with clients, or my team.
I passed on Friday because everything was so busy and I didn't even get to take a decent lunch time. I put a bandana headband on my head to push the bangs out of my face and my hair actually looked nice, so. It wasn't a problem. Just something new, different, weird.
I sometimes skip showering in the morning, do my first wave of work/email, and shower at lunch, but Friday this was not possible. And around 3pm, 4pm, I didn't feel like it so I let it go.
Saturday I just couldn't be bothered. We were not going anywhere, and all I did was walk Toffee. After the walk, again, just didn't feel like showering.
So today, I went to the gym and the market. While I was on the treadmill I just thought to myself that I was a gross person. So gross. Why are you out in public at all. What are you thinking. When I got home, I took a shower. Finally. I didn't want to shower before the gym just to get hot and sweaty again, naturally
Sometimes, you get in the shower and you say to yourself "Oh wow. This is exactly what I needed." I had the water up super hot. I scrubbed all of me with a facecloth. I washed my hair and used conditioner like an adult. I stood there for a long time. And I realized dinner was not going to make itself.
Afterwards, I felt not like a million bucks, but maybe thirty five dollars and twenty seven cents. Much better than the zero I was feeling for the past couple days.
My running joke with a couple of my friends is
- Are you hydrated?
- Did you get enough sleep?
- How about some fresh air, did you go outside today?
I'm still feeling down, and my head and heart hurt. My mother in law called today and Doug was taking a nap, so she and I talked for an hour. She is dreadfully upset and concerned about everything that is happening with the current administration. I think she needed someone to talk to. She follows current events closely, and when she talks to Doug he is a bit dismissive of how she is feeling, and he isn't very supportive or in agreement with her.
He's not really in agreement with me either. Sadly.
I have to say, it is a relief to hear someone talk the way she did, when she is a someone that I did not think would.
"I'm not going to be around much longer," she said (but honestly, she will, mind you) "and I'm just so upset about what is happening and what we are going to leave for others. It's devastating to me."
She asked about my job, and honestly, I don't think any of this will impact my job. Who knows. We talked about snow and ice, about our guest dog, and how much she loves shredding old documents and paperwork.
It was a nice chat. We don't get to talk too often.
For dinner, I got the makings for french bread pizzas, with skinny french bread that kind of broke into many pieces for some reason and I didn't think dinner would work out. I wanted to put ground sausage, peppers, mushrooms, all over the pizza but it felt like I was just making glorified bread sticks. It felt horribly disappointing in the prep phase. I only put on pepperoni, but Doug and Geoff said it was pretty good.
Shocked at how low my glucose readings were after that dinner. Took it three times and picked the highest of the readings (lowest was 97) for the "official" list here.
Tomorrow I may take the afternoon off. I just do not feel like working. Sadly. Just not feeling it.
Another escape on the treadmill may be in order. And I need blood work done. So maybe I'll ditch in the afternoon. One of my clients is doing a thing at 7pm that I told them I'd help monitor so. Flex time.
Digits below. I have pictures but don't feel like moving them off my phone. Meh.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill and grocery store. 58 minutes/2.52 miles 12k+steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8am: 145
5pm: 141
10pm: 115
food:
coffee/water
8:15am: phentermine
10am: metformin+glipizide
11am: homemade egg mcmuffin w/double sausage patty
6pm: metformin+glipizide
6:30pm: french bread pizza
white wine
8:30pm: jardiance
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