Truth be told though, I'm too lazy to set a DnD to just let my sister, my mom, Jess through. So I keep the phone and notifications just loud enough that I'll probably hear it if something comes through.
I was awake and listening to snoring dogs and Dougs at 2 am. There was a unexpected ding.
The A1c results were in. Screenshot for your edification.
Now that's a dramatic drop for 3 months, when for the past few years I've been fighting so hard to get results like this.
Adding a new medication, and me maintaining the closest to good/low carb food eating that I can do (acknowledging that I could be skipping mac & cheese and the donut here or there), and pledging to do more movement every day, well.
Here is the result.
This is a bigger drop than I expected. I really had hoped to just crack the 7% and get to like 6.9,
Still more to go and work toward, but the goal of getting below 6 and down to the less than 5.6% that they recommend is where I want to be.
I will not hurt myself patting myself on the back. This has been a challenge for yours truly but I'm doing it, the best that I can. I like my feet and do not want to lose them. Ya know?
A few of you have asked what's going on with Dahlia. As a recap, she came to us in early January and we were going to hold on to her while her owner recovered from a stroke.
It was pretty obvious to his sister (Doug's coworker) that she was not going to be able to go home to him once he was out of rehab. She's a lot of dog. A Lot. And he was barely able to take care of her before, so not being able to take her for walks, and care for her the way she really needs it and deserves, he agreed, and said it was okay if he gave her up. He and his sister trust us to find her a good home.
So here we are, with this dog. And what, it's our responsibility to find her a new home? Well, to be honest, I was okay with that. I was okay with getting her to the vet for the first time in her life, getting her vaccinations for the first time in her life. Prescriptions for ear infections and hot spots, skin medication for her horrible scabby rash at the base of her tail.
I was all in on taking care of her so yeah, you bet I'll find her a good place to live. The only things we didn't do were get her microchipped and get her fixed. If she was going to stay here, yes. They would have been done already.
My friend H was going to take her until she lost her job and felt that she would not be able to afford to take care of her, and, if she did get a job and it required travel, there would be no way she'd be able to keep her. I told her to keep looking for a job, and if she gets one that doesn't require travel, Dahlia is all hers.
Still no job.
A friend of mine from college really wanted her, but they have cats and Dahlia is untested with cats. I tried to introduce her to cats at a neighbor's house but that just didn't go well. We figured if no one wants here, I'd take a ride up to Massachusetts and we'd introduce the cats and ... see what happens.
A week or so ago, I was walking her by my neighbors' house where the husband was out doing the lawn. He stopped to say hi, and pat her. They have a black lab, his name is Benny, and they always say hello through the fence.
Note, I know all the dogs by name but I do not know the neighbors by name, mostly.
I jokingly asked him if he wanted another black lab to make a nice pair and he laughed, he said no. They walk their dog and their baby three times a day. They're always out together, rain, snow, cold, hot, I'm proud of them. And we always say hi.
He said they adopted their dog through a lab rescue that was no longer in business, but, they are in an alumni facebook group.
"I could ask there?" he said, and he took a couple pictures of her. We chatted for a while that yeah, she's a great dog. But she's a lot more dog than I (we) need right now. 20 years ago Doug and Chris, yes. This would be a keeper. She exhausts me.
The thing is, she and Toffee really really really have lots of fun together, and I've been super reluctant to leave her go.
But it's time. It's the end of April. I thought she'd be either back home or somewhere else at the end of February, friends.
The next day, the wife came over and she had two really good leads for us on people who wanted her, and she wanted to know if it was okay to give them our number.
One of them isn't going to pan out. The other? We chatted daily all week, while she and her husband are on vacation, I sent video of her and Toffee playing. They have no kids (she barks in kids' faces, which scares them), and she's a runner so she's looking forward to having a new running partner, which I think Dahlia will excel at.
They're coming over tomorrow after work to meet her.
This could be the one. This could be the family.
I told her that I'm super willing to always have her back if they're on vacation and need a sitter. She said they'll get her fixed and chipped.
I'm looking forward to meeting her, and also dreading it.
Of course, I'll update.
Today we spent a lot of time tidying up the house. Living room looks great, and tomorrow I'll vacuum while Doug is in Virginia (there's a story there too).
And on that note, off to bed. I was going to post a picture of her, but she's sleeping in the weirdest position and ... I'll take some shots tomorrow.
Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Dahlia walk, 30 min/1.41 miles. 11k+ by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:30am: 111
6:30pm: 115 (late on accident)
11pm: 80
food:
coffee/water
9:30am: phentermine
10:30am: met+glip; bowl of mac&cheese w/bacon
5:30pm: met+glip
6:30pm: large bowl of "creamy chicken lasagna" a la Geoff
vodka tonic
9:30pm: jardiance
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