All day today I felt like a slug. A great big fat slug.
I didn't sleep super well (although the new Google Health app that replaced my Fitbit app said I slept great. Piece of shit. That's another story).
I got up a little on the later side, and skipped a shower since I showered last night before bed. Also, last night had the forethought to publish/schedule some questions for people and the answers started rolling in around the time I started feeling the coffee. I like that approach. Maybe I should do that more often.
The forecast was for no rain until tomorrow night, so I got the monsterously long hose and dragged it all over hell and half of Washington County to get to all the things that needed watered. I was going to weed out front, but that sluggish thing was really keeping me down. I need to get Geoff to mow the lawn. I need to find out where the weed whacker is. And where the batteries are. Time to tidy up the edges.
Around 5:30, I was feeling really shakey and dehydrated even though I'd already had plenty of water to drink today. My pulse was super high. Oh yeah. That happened a few weeks ago. Your blood sugar is crashing, stupid. Have a snack.
I've not really ever had to experience this, so this is new to me. I took my blood sugar at 4:30 and it was really nice, but I guess after watering the plants and stuff it started to decide to be gross.
Granola bars for the win. Always have some granola bars on hand.
I instantly felt much better. Geoff was making dinner and I think he was confused as to why I was snacking when chicken parm was on the way. I didn't explain.
I was going to do the treadmill early today but found myself going at it after eating dinner. Note to self: don't do that. You always feel like you're gonna puke when you do that. Treadmill then eat. Someone remind me of that.
We watched hockey. I went to bed.
Work tomorrow is a lot of meetings, and I thought our all staff was tomorrow but it is Thursday. There are some voluntary buy-outs hapening for some of the staff. I'm not eligible. I'm kind of thankful for that. They are also going to be re-evaluating the remote work setup. I'm actually not thankful for that.
We bought this house, it is far from my office but some people may think it is close enough for me to be called back into the building. Everyone on my team lives away. Chicago, Vermont, 2 in Connecticut, one in Pittsburgh, one in Atlanta. I'm the "closest" to the building with a 90 minute on paper commute. I'm not doing that. I'm done doing that. I'm never doing that again. I don't mind going in once in a while, like in 2 weeks I'm going in for a couple days...
If I felt sluggish today, I can just spend a minute recalling my old commute.
I'm not sure what I would do if they decided to call folks back in who live X amount of miles away.
Anyway.
No picture. just digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Treadmill run, rather slow. 30 min/1.97 mi; 10k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
9:15am: 95
4:30pm: 98
10:30pm: 154
food & meds:
9:15am: jardiance + phentermine
10:30am: some beer bread w/butter
1pm: turkey on keto bread
1:30pm: met+glip
5:30pm: 2 granola bars (sweet & salty) some mixed nuts
6pm: piece of chicken parm
8pm: met+glip (forgot to take w/dinner
no alcohol
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