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Ugh. 

I started to not feel well at all on Tuesday night. All day I'd had a headache, and then my stomach started to hurt. Really hurt. Right after dinner, it got incredibly bad. I was sitting on the couch, miserable. I don't even remember what we were watching, some BBC British detective whatever show. Shetland, I think. Maybe. I just wanted to get to decent bed time.

I thought "this is just gas or something, I'll take some alka seltzer and plop plop fizz fizz all set." But, no.

This is not the first time I've gone through something like this, and sometimes it is associated with nuts. I do eat a lot of nuts, and normally they do not bother me at all but. Last night? Hellacious. 

I decided to sleep in the guest room to be closer to the bathroom, just in case, and went to bed after 11. I fell asleep rather easily but woke up 2 hours later in excruciating pain. 

The dog was with me and was very concerned. She's not used to me waking up and turning on lights. Lights! What the heck! I sat up on the bed, pressed on my stomach, burped a lot, heard a lot of gurgling, experienced waves and waves of pain. Stabbing and horrible. It was 3am and I was honestly thinking of going and getting Doug to take me to the emergency room. It was that bad. I laid back down. Nope. Not good, not comfortable. 

I thought, fuck me - do I have diverticulitis? So of course I googled that shit. No. This isn't diverticulitis. 

It's just mother fucking gas, you guys. I took more Alka Seltzer, and eventually went back to sleep. 

Doug told me it sounds to him (Mr. Medical Records Super Knowledge) like a possible hiatal hernia. I'm not sure about that.

I just think it's the season for feeling like shit. 

Today, I felt better-ish. Maybe would have really felt better with a hot shower, but I couldn't rally. I got a lot of work done, had a good weekly check in with my manager, opened up a can of worms with some questions about our CRM and how account records are set up. Which then turned into a 5 way chat in Slack that exhausted me. 

Geoff made dinner for us and I did not want to eat so I just made a pbj sandwich and thought that was sufficient. 

Then, I was sad because there wasn't cake. I was okay with not going out to dinner or anything because I wanted to go to the pub that has the best buffalo wings and well. With how the belly feels I did not want to deal with that. 

But I did want cake. So while I was cleaning up the kitchen after the dinner I didn't eat, Doug went to the market and got cake and ice cream. And he remembered milk for coffee for tomorrow. 

Hoping to rally and feel much better for the weekend. Your girl has a lot of shit to do and being a slug is not one of them. Those bookcases are not going to build themselves. 

digits for 2 days below. 

Wednesday digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. 2 indoor walks. First -  15 min/.71 mi. second to make up for lack of steps, 10 min/.5 miles; 10k+ steps by bedtime.

blood glucose:

9am: 137
4:45pm: 106
10pm: 226 (thanks, cake)

food & meds:
9am: jardiance+phentermine
11am: bowl of mac & cheese w/bacon
1pm: met+glip
6pm: pb & low sugar j on 647 multigrain bread
7:30pm: slice of cake w/vanilla ice cream
8pm: met+glip

Tuesday digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Indoor walk for 10 min/.53 mi. 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 106
5pm: 118
11pm: 169

food & meds:
8:30am: jardiance+phentermine
11am: apple w/pb
1pm: met+glip
5pm: large ramekin of mixed nuts and trail mix
6:30pm: spinach ravioli in alfredo sauce with sautéed chicken breast thrown in
8:30pm: Met+glip