Office Visit

[Friday's Entry, Saturday morning]

Today I went to the office. One of my colleagues flew in for a wedding over the long weekend and it's his first visit as a full time employee (he used to work for a client location, and we scooped him up). He wanted to come visit, get an ID badge for future possible visits. He needed me to be his contact to get into the building. His escort, if you will. 

Another colleague was marking his last day on the job and our department head wanted to take us to lunch. 

Last night I couldn't fall asleep because I kept thinking about this big thing that one of the clients is doing/launching on Monday. I felt my heart racing. 

Literally why can't I just stop thinking about work things sometimes, and just fall asleep? It was close to 1am when I did fall asleep I think, and then Phineas woke up and wanted to go out at 2:30. When I got back in bed my stomach was making all kinds of noise. Trumpeting, squeeeeeeealing, gurgling. Doug got up and went in the guest room. I was laughing, he was not. 

Sorry dude but, sometimes the belly needs to sing the song of its people.

It was nice to be at the office but I got literally one thing done. I met with a co-worker about a thing that is happening that none of us can figure out. None of us. I'm stumped now after talking to him, he was kind of my last hope. 

I got a lot of steps in, shattered the 10k mark, almost got to 11k, even with Doug driving me to the metro in the morning and Geoff picked me up half way home. 

When I got home, I was absolutely knackered. Wiped the hell out. So tired. How does going into the office result in such incredible exhaustion? 

I laid down for a minute to play with my phone and fell right asleep. Well I guess the less than 5 hours of sleep the night before combined with all the walking, talking, meeting, doing it can be rather draining. Doug made a really nice stew out of chicken thighs and some kielbasa he found in the fridge, tomato based with veggies and all that. He made cornbread from scratch too, which was nice and maybe I had 3 pieces when I should have had one. 

My food and meds for the day were a little out of whack, I forgot to take my lunchtime metformin and remembered at 4pm. And then dinner was on the later side, and I wanted to take the dinner meds further away from the 4pm one. Got a little off kilter there. 

All told, a good day. I just honestly don't know how I did this every day for years. Being at home working has kind of worn out my go outside stamina, and definitely my get things done scale is tipped here vs. being there. But I enjoyed things, and may go back again someday. 

No pictures today even though I took some. Digits are below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 

blood glucose:

7am: 160
6:30pm: 150
10pm: 212

food:

coffee, water
lunch at work: strata w/eggs, veggies, etc; arugala salad w/poached peach
4pm: remembered my metformin
8pm: chicken stew w/tomatoes, veggies etc; 3 pieces of cornbread
8:30pm: Metformin+jardiance
white wine

Falling down the Google Maps Rabbit Hole

As many of you know, unless you just are on a personal absolute media blackout, a hurricane came up the gulf and hit Florida this week. The fascinating thing for me is the geography. I'm absolutely, completely unfamiliar with this Florida. 

East Coast? know it like the back of my hand from Miami to Jacksonville. A little inland on the East Coast? Hmmmmm, I know some things, like everyone knows Lake Okeechobee and Orlando in the middle of the south and the north respectively. West Coast? Sure. Naples, Ft. Myers, Tampa, over in the panhandle we know all about Panama City, and Pensacola. I have friends all over that side too.  

I've never been to the Keys but I know a lot of them, from Key West to Geiger Key, (gotta visit there some day), Islamorada, Marathon, Key Largo, and the humongously long 7 mile bridge. I've always wanted to go drive Rte 1, down from the mainland to the end. Maybe in my head I romanticize it, but it just feels like it'd be fun. 

But this "Big Bend" region of Florida that everyone is talking about since the storm, I'm learning a lot. 

It's an unofficial name geographically, where the panhandle transitions to the peninsula, north of Clearwater and all the way up to Tallahassee, turn left and go all the way over to the west there to Alabama. Damn. I know nothing of this area. 

So while I'm drowning in panic and work stuff, here I am, avoiding reality at times, and looking at Google Maps. I'm learning about places like Keaton Beach, Cedar Key, Perry, Sopchoppy! What a name! 

I'm eternally fascinated by places I've never heard of or been to sometimes. Just knowing they are there, and there's ocean, and is it nice? Is it gross? Is it a oil rig ruined town? Or is it a pristine undiscovered oasis! 

What more, I was looking at the area, like at Keaton Beach, and the hotel options are scarce. You have to stay 30 miles away in Perry or down in Steinhatchee. I bet there are cottage rentals, I bet there may be some Air BnB options. But wow is this minimal. Like an undiscovered country, with no Marriotts nearby. 

Interesting.

Anyway. Today was not nearly as bad as yesterday. I had a victory, I was able to communicate a big, deep, important mistake someone made and with authority let them know how "we" fix it. My manager actually fixed the most of it (thank glob) and the client gets to thank the rest. 

Tomorrow, I'm going into the office. One of my colleagues is in the area for a wedding, and he wants to come visit. He's been to the building before, but he works remotely, and wants to get an ID Badge. He was hired during the pandemic, so this is his first "Real Boy" job at HQ. We also have a colleague who is leaving, and tomorrow is his last day. It's kind of weird because I have no idea why he'd leave after 19 years here, unless he's just going to make some giant money somewhere, and if that's the case - good on him. Go make your money, king. Wherever you are going. 

I'm so looking forward to not working Monday. This whole week has been bananas. Absolute bananas. And I'm sort of over it. I said to a colleague today that honestly, if I thought I could get a job that is 100% remote, and pays what I get, I'd probably take it. I don't like feeling this way. I don't like dreaming about work. I don't like trying to fall asleep and not being able to because I'm thinking about work. And I'm out of tylenol PM.

Here's Phineas to bless your eyes today. Sleeping with his eye open, giving you a blep.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 

blood glucose:

8:30am: 144
5:15pm: 172
9:30pm: 155

food:

coffee, water
noon: metformin; grilled cheese (2 slices of colby jack), turkey, big fat slice of tomato, 2 slices of 647 bread
2:30pm: bowl of yogurt w/cup of granola
6:30pm: 3 chicken thighs, grilled with a marinade of honey mustard, garlic, lemon, parsley, kung pao broccoli from Aldi
8pm: metformin+jardiance
white wine

Make Your Granola

I'm having a rather stressful day today. I caught something big and wrong for a client, I thought I understood what they wanted, I asked, they said "yeah yeah that's right" and then they set up something wrong thinking it was right. 

I should have heard them, I should have .... parsed out what they were saying to say "Do you really mean this thing? or THIS thing?" But I slipped. And I caught it, and brought it to our team and we all decided "oh no." 

It's too late today to spring this on them but they have to undo a thing they did, and do something different. I have WONDERFUL examples of doing it right. I just feel like I created so much work for them, and, they already did so much work. They may be mad. 

I'll deliver the news in an email I'm going to draft up tonight, and send tomorrow. I'm going to make myself get up extra early, and be ready for possible blow back. 

But to be honest, I feel like we have a 2pm meeting, I'll help them to the best of my ability, I'll do work for them. I did work for them last night. I'll do more work tomorrow. 

Damn I should have caught this last week. 

Anyway. At my office we do a monthly couple of meeting sessions to talk about Race, Identity, Culture, etc. It's super big where I work, and I'm thankful for it. I learn by listening, but I also learn that there are so many "other" groups not just defined by race, and I am in a couple of them. My gender puts me in one group. My age puts me in another.  

Today we were talking about taking mental health days. Which is also a really big thing at my office. People take mental health days. They are stressed, they are sick because they are stressed. Take the day. Go do it. 

I'm not a manager on my team, a manager of people, but I always feel like my younger colleagues are good at this, and I'm very bad at it. I do not give myself the grace to say "you know what, no one is going to die if I have a horrible headache and I need to go lay down and be alone." 

When my dad died, I felt intensely guilty that other people had to do my job for one week. But I completely detached. I only opened the laptop to look up the menu and phone number for the pizza joint because their mobile site is unreadable. 

I talked about how I try and encourage everyone to take time. Take your vacation! Take your sick time! Take a couple hours. Take a break. Do it. But I rarely do. I also feel like while I encourage this, it also is a burden because someone has to do the work. Someone has to finish the thing. I'm truly terribly sorry you can't focus, function, do, think, feel today but .... we're in the middle of a project. Okay, I'll pick up the slack. 

And then when I do it, I realize I'm being a burden to others, to my manager, to my other team mates. And I do not like that. 

So with as horrifyingly stressful as today is, and tomorrow will be, I did some laundry. I cleaned the bathroom, I sent flurries of slack messages and emails. I felt like hyperventilating. And I realized this discussion session was happening. 

I unplugged. I attended. I listened, and while listening, I made granola. I got the oats mixed with honey, butter, and cinnamon (forgot the vanilla! Doh!) and put it in the oven to bake 30 min. Tossed pecans & walnuts in a little honey, and then mixed them in with the oats. If you put the nuts in with the oats, they burn a little. 10 -12 minutes more. You're done. Take it out and let it cool, toss in craisins, raisins, shaved coconut, tiny chocolate chips, anything that makes you happy. Do it. 

And you've got granola (then load the dishwasher and clean the kitchen because you made a mess). 

During the session, when we were talking about taking mental health time, I decided to open up about how I was feeling, how I felt taking time off was a burden to others, how I always encourage people to do it but then I feel like welllllll who's gonna finish your thing? Was I being a burden to people by taking a 90 minute break from work, or is this putting in the work to make myself better. 

And I told them that I made granola. 

"I think my point is, give yourself permission. Make your granola." Everyone laughed and the person who leads these sessions said "okay I am writing this one down." 

I feel a lot better about things talking to this wonderful group of my co-workers. And I have a container of granola. My problems didn't go away but I feel like I have a plan for tomorrow. That's the most important part. 

The granola raises my blood sugar, obviously, but it is full of fiber which is helpful. I'll mix some into my yogurt in the morning and enjoy it. Though tempted to have a bowl like breakfast cereal right this minute! Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 

blood glucose:

8:30am: 186
4:30pm: 153
10:30pm: 131

food:

coffee, water
11am: small ramekin of mac&cheese w/leftover cheese steak meat
noon: metformin; chicken salad made from leftover from fajitas, with onions & peppers, cream cheese & mayo, and a container of left over salad from dinner the other night. Made too much to eat, so put the rest in the fridge
7pm: cheeseburger on bed of salad mix (kale cabbage chipotle i dunno, something from Aldi)
white wine

Everything Everywhere All The Time In My Life and In My FACE

I didn't want to crib the title of a certain very famous movie, lest folks find this post and think I'm writing about it.  

This has been a busy week, and it is only Tuesday. Here are some highlights:

• My 2 favorite small humans had good first days after all yesterday and I thought I should share that.
• We did a code push yesterday that broke all the client sites, that was awesome.
• There's a hurricane coming. All the Florida clients are scrambling to publish content, friends are either moving to areas where the forecast is not grim, or they are hunkering down, baking cookies, prepping their freezers, filling things with ice to last a couple days, making sure there is propane in the grill so the kids can eat hot dogs or whatever. Oh, and making sure they have a lot of beer. They'll still drink it warm. 
• No word yet from the Vet on Phineas' all day marathon of testings Friday. Hope to hear something soon. 
• I have one friend going through the literal nightmare of shit that you don't want to go through with your spouse, ever. So my heart hurts for them. 
• Still trying to pick a date for Dad's interment. 
• Geoff had a really really good job interview and I think after the holiday weekend, he gets to go in for an in person interview and a ride along with the phlebotomy team. I have thoughts/feelings on this. I'll hold onto them.
• Made the mistake of telling a client I could possibly meet with them at 4:15pm today, or 10:30am tomorrow, and dagnabbit if they didn't take me up on 4:15 today. Why'd I even suggest it. We didn't finish talking until 6. And now I have a laundry list of things to do for them. 
• I found myself alone, and made dinner. If I wasn't going to make it, who would? honestly.
• Good thing I made dinner, I was hungry.
• Just had a nice hour long chat with Linda to talk about the things we still need to do and plans we still need to get into place. 
• I'm ready for bed. 

Hope all your days are going alright. 

Here's a picture of Phineas trying to get comfy on the couch and failing. Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 

blood glucose:

8:30am: 165
5:45pm: 152
9:45pm: 208

food:

coffee, water
11:45am: peanut butter sandwich on 647 white bread; metformin
4pm: apple+peanut butter
6:30pm: 2 fajitas, grilled chicken, peppers & onions, shredded cheddar, bean dip, sour cream, on low carb fajita wraps
8pm: metformin+jardiance
white wine

First Day Jitters

My two favorite small humans went off to first day of school today. 

Both are very anxious and worried. The first grader isn't sure what he's worried about. The third grader can't articulate his feelings to his mom, but he is deep in them. Both moms are, consequentially, anxious and nervous themselves. 

I have kept this blog since 2001, I'm pretty certain I can go back to first day of school posts from back in the day, especially about Geoff, and find the night before jitters and the day of panics and the first week oh-no this didn't happens.

I went back and read some stuff from 2003 when Geoff went to public school and how we didn't even get a few days into the school year before we were called into the office to talk about him, and his behaviours. I'll be forever grateful for the first grade teacher he got. She really understood him. After years of working in a SPED class in another school in the district, she had a bead right on him and got a spot on set of advice for us. Reading the entries from 2003 really did shake me a little. 

You forget what it is like when you live through a thing, and then you get far from that thing, and wow. Yeah. That was a lot back then.

Geoff is 26 now and alive and well, we can say he survived all this, and so did we. And so will they, my friends and their boys.

There were times when yeah, it was really stressful and heartbreaking. But he made it! And life is always hard and challenging, and 20 years ago challenges I feel like I could handle today with an open heart and less terror. Today challenges are overwhelming and burdensome. 

Geoff is looking for work and nothing is panning out but I hear all the time about hospital staffing shortages and I don't understand why someone won't hire him. 

So it is a different set of circumstances. First day or every day jitters. How we decide to walk through them is up to us. 

Here's a picture of Geoff from first grade, from Halloween that year. How appropriate this is what he wanted to dress up as. And I'll never ever forget it. 

I actually went to Flickr to see if I had first day of school pics and I don't have any of him or of Jess. For Jess I know I have print pictures from them getting off the bus, little purple jumper, bright blond hair, looking kind of relieved to be home. I guess I wasn't that parent who takes pictures of the kids on the first day of school for posterity's sake. Not saying that's a bad thing. I don't have pictures my mom took of me. And I'm alright. Anyway. 

Digits are below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 

blood glucose:

8:30am: 180
4:30pm: 175
10pm: 169

food:

coffee, water
1pm: grilled cheese on 647 bread w/several slices of ham; metformin
1:30: blueberry oatmeal muffin (there are only 2 left now... hate to see them not get eaten!) 
6:15pm: Bowl of Chili, meat, beans tomato, etc, over a bed of fritos, with shredded cheese and sour cream
7pm: trail mix: almonds, cashews, walnuts, raisins, chocolate chunks.
white wine

Get Thee To A Cidery

Yesterday was a zero day for both of us. We laid around, played games on our phones. Geoff made dinner for us, no effort, no heavy lifting. Doug managed to take a short walk, I took a nap. 

Some days be like that, right? 

Today we opted not to burn the day. I like to let Doug take the lead with what we do, because then I'm certain he'll be totally happy. Sometimes my suggestions are met with reluctance. We thought about a plant swap at not the usual brewery (that's the first Sunday of the month, this one is the last Sunday of the month). I always feel bad coming with no plants since I never have anything to trade. I love all my plant babies.

We had a couple errands to run to the north-ish, and Doug suggested a side quest. He had read about the Two Chimney Ciderworks in Gaithersburg. The publication he found them in is called Plenty, and the article is here if you'd like to read it. I have to say hats off to Plenty for having such a great online version in addition to the print version! 

Normally, we are brewery kids but we've been just about everywhere within a short drive (there are a couple in DC we haven't met yet). So we got our acts together, and hit the road to try some cider!

It took a while to get up there, sometimes we forget how far things are from us. We were pleasantly surprised to find out they also have a brewery too called Silly Yak. What a nice surprise. We stuck to the cider, but if they'd had beer in cans, we would have brought some home. 

I think you're supposed to have your picture taken with the root "wings" but Doug was with the dog on the other side of the building checking out the axe throwing court. 

It was a "blue sky" perfect kind of day. Amazing clouds, low humidity even though it was kind of warm. The tasting room was pretty empty, because the picnic tables outside were well stocked with happy samplers. 

We brought Phineas with us, because we haven't taken him places recently. Doug was missing having his brewery buddy with him. Phin was happy to be out but a little stressed during the car ride. We're still getting used to the Mini when it comes to him, and have figured out maybe what the best Phin-appropriate set up is. 

We each had 3 cups of the cider, and they were all good. We both agreed on what our favorite was, the Over the Falls barrel aged cider. It was just a notch above the others! We brought some home to share with Geoff and enjoy here. 

Because it is a longer drive to get home, we decided we would not have more, and opted to bring some home for enjoyment at the house. 

It really was a beautiful day, and I was happy to get out and get around with Doug and the dog. It feels like it has been too long. 

Enjoy the image of the happy dog, cider, and the digits below.

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps. slept through 9am

blood glucose:

10:30am: 155
5pm: 212
9:30pm: 175

food:

coffee, water
1:30pm: chicken thigh w/ avocado spread, no roll/bread; metformin
3-4 pm: 3 pints of cider at the cidery
6pm: chicken breast grilled over big salad w/blue cheese dressing
7pm: metformin+jardiance
7:45: oreo cookies
9pm: 2 baby bell cheeses

Second Breakfast

(Saturday's Entry, posted late)
I woke up at 7:30 this morning when Phin came to get me to let him out. The coffeemaker was running, but Doug was asleep in the guest room. 

We have a sign on the dog food container that says the dog has been fed, and it was face up, but I thought that was a left-over from last night and no one flipped over the sign. 

The dog's dish was empty, so I let him out, fed him, let him back in. He ran right to the dish so I thought okay, he's ready for brekkie. 

I thought maybe Geoff had come up early and started the coffee for us all, and went back downstairs. I went back to bed. Too early to be up. 

Turns out no, Doug woke up at about 6, fed the dog, started the coffee and went back to bed. Note. Fed the dog. Oops.

"This is your lucky day, little dog!" he said after we discovered my mistake. He got ripped off for brekkie yesterday so, I guess we made it up to him.

He spent the day yesterday at the vet getting his Cushing's test, and wasn't allowed any food after midnight (he may have gotten a cookie for going out to pee at 5am but shush you don't know that). We're supposed to increase his gabapentin (didn't do it today because he was already sleeping). We'll have the results sometime in the week. 

Today was a do nothing day. I slept through the 9am steps, I missed 1pm because I was playing a game on my phone. I kind of need to take a short walk just to keep my pokemon streak going but I do not feel like it. 

I spent the better part of the day texting back and forth with C and also with Jess, who did a super solid thing today for C that made my heart sing.

I started playing all the games on my phone that I had stopped playing for weeks and weeks, I basically only played one game (cats & soup) and I've hit a point where I'm not accruing enough points to make things move fast enough so it is boring. 

It was also so hot today. This past week was really nice and I thought wow, we've turned a nice corner here. But no. Summer came back with a vengeance. 

digits below, no picture today.

digits

exercise: 10/12 hours of 250 steps. slept through 9, missed 1pm by a couple steps.

blood glucose:

10:30am: 195
5:30pm: 154
10pm: 187

food:

coffee, water
1pm metformin
3pm: large piece of celery, w/peanut butter
6:45pm: 1/2 sub roll w/ cheesesteak (mushroom, onion, american cheese)
truly seltzer
8pm: 4 oreo cookies
10pm: 2 baby bell cheeses

Muffins

Before I went off on my travels and adventures, Doug bought a lot of blueberries and peaches. I came back and discovered no one had really touched them. There were 5 peaches left, 2 were unredeemable. Three just needed some unhappy spots cut out of them. I diced them up and put them in a little sweetener thinking I'd drop them in yogurt. 

Then, I eyeballed the 2 pints of blueberries. Again, some were unredeemable but a lot were okay. I ended up with 2 cups of healthy looking blubes, and mixed them with the peaches. 

I forgot about them. But today there they were, sitting in the refrigerator. Waiting. I figured I'd make muffins. 

I picked a low sugar/high fiber oatmeal muffin recipe, and set to work. I had to soak the oats in milk, which was alright. Good. Honey instead of sugar. Okay, I'll do that and use a little less of it. Mixed it all up, buttered the hell out of 2 muffin tins and was about 4 muffins short of a dozen. No worries, no problem. 

Sitting here during a meeting where I timed the baking to coincide with the conclusion of the confab, it was torture sitting here smelling those bad boys. 

Doug came up and declared them done 5 minutes before the timer went off. I'm glad he did, because otherwise they would have burned a bit. 

Consistency, wonderful. Flavor? Not a lot sadly. I feel like not using sugar to soak the peaches and blueberries in, and using a no-carb sweeter, I did them a disservice. The muffins Doug made earlier in the summer were screamingly flavorful because farm stand blueberries, well, they're just special.

The oatmeal was perfection. So many other recipes didn't call for soaking. This was just right. I'd do it again.

I had 2. Meant to have only one but. Oops. Digits are impacted, and are listed below.

digits

exercise: 11/12 hours of 250 steps. Missed 7pm by a few steps.

blood glucose:

9:30am: 166
5pm: 215
9pm: 221

food:

coffee, water, iced coffee
11:45: 2 small chicken thighs left over from the other night, on top of the left over salad from last night
12: Metformin
1pm: handful of fritos while mixin' up muffins
2pm: 2 blueberry oatmeal muffins
3:45 another muffin (oops)
6:30pm: chicken parm
7pm: metformin+jardiance
9:30pm. Yet. another muffin

my poor bean

 Phineas is not having a good time. 

Before I went away, I took him in for a check up, he'd been acting really weird, peeing constantly, drinking constantly, falling down. The bloodwork came back inconclusive but the vet said she thinks he has Cushing's Disease. She wanted me to bring him back in for a test (LDDST) to see what's up. Doug made a face when I suggested he do it while I was away. "What's it going to tell us?" he said.

"Well, if he has it, we can probably treat it with medication from what I read," I answered.  "And if he doesn't, what's wrong with him? What is going on with him. I'd like to know, and then decide well, what do we do." 

Doug said that while I was away he had a seizure of some sort. Just apoplectic, shaking, eyes rolled, the whole thing. He came out of it and was absolutely discombobulated. He walked into my bedroom closet, and got himself stuck in there, Doug had to pull everything out, and pull him out. A day or so later, he was perfectly fine. But after a day, got back to normal. 

I forgot to make the appointment, because, of course I did. And Doug didn't. And that's something I expected. He had a pretty good week since I've been back, and I kind of forgot about it. Until today. 

This afternoon, I was in a meeting, Phin was outside. I had headphones in and Doug came upstairs and said "Do you hear the dog yelping?" No. I did not. I'm in a meeting. 

He went outside and Phin was laying down in the grass. He saw Doug and got up on his own, and came inside. But he was like a drunkard - wobbling, not stepping down right, almost like he hurt his front leg or something. 

The list of symptoms for Cushing's includes increased urination and increased drinking, excessive panting even when not active. There are other symptoms like increased appetite, thin skin, sores, hair loss, skin infections. He doesn't have any of that (well, he's always increased appetite because he's food driven and obsessed, so that's been the case for the years we've had him). 

I called the vet this afternoon, and they have an opening tomorrow (yay!) for the LDDST test. They also want to do an ultrasound on his adrenal glands/etc because that's where all this nonsense comes from. But that has to be made further in advance since the testing unit has to be brought in. 

He spent the better part of the last 2 hours frantic, panting, falling down. I gave him a gabapentin, he's been taking that at night time because it knocks him out. He finally settled down and went to sleep for a good chunk of the afternoon. 

But yeah. wow. Dude. What is up with you? 

Doug told me that while I was away, he (Phineas) stopped sleeping in the guest bed and slept on the floor in our bedroom. The gabapentin helps him sleep, so, he just flops down on the carpet and sleeps and because he wasn't in a bed with a human he wasn't woken up by anyone moving. Doug said he wasn't waking up 2 or 3 times a night and wanting to go out. He'd go from 11pm to 4-5 am, just fine. He's been doing the same since I got back. Sleeping on the floor, sleeping mostly through the night. To be honest, I wake up more than he does right now to go pee.

I feel bad that I didn't call sooner, like, I could have made the appointment for this week last week. I'm truthfully relieved that there's an opening tomorrow because they sometimes are booked weeks in advance. 

One of the hardest things is that I won't be feeding him breakfast tomorrow per doctor's orders. It is one thing to tell a human that. Quite another to tell a dog. 

Send the old bean some mojo. And send me some mojo. I will need it. 

Work today was so crazy. So busy. I had to ditch a call from C because I was running a meeting with a client that went almost 2 hours. Then I had to do QA work for a code push for Monday. 

The good news is they did a hire for my team, not the person I wanted but a person I love and will gladly accept. And my best partner in crime comes back from family leave on September 2nd and I cannot wait for them to come back. 

I have not taken any pictures in a couple days so nothing to share.  Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. 

blood glucose:

9:30am: 186
5pm: 177 
10pm: 191

food:

coffee, water, iced coffee
11:30am: bowl of tuna fish w/celery
noon: metformin
6:30pm: cheeseburger and a big salad w/romaine, tomato, cuke, red onion, pepitas, feta, apple thyme vinaigrette dressing. 
7:30pm: metformin+jardiance
white wine
8:30pm: some oreo cookies

Wednesday

Doug went into the office today, and I had a busy and productive day here at home. Took care of a couple Mom things, made a few phone calls for Dad Things. Have a pantload of QA work to get through tomorrow. And did a couple client calls and meetings that were great. 

Watered all the plants, had a long text convo with C, grilled a hell of a great dinner. Cleaned the sink and toilet in the bathroom.

Feel like I'm back in the swing of routine here the way we've been all summer. 

Feels normal for the first time since before Dad passed.

That said, we need to figure out what we're doing date-wise for his interment. Lin and I are working on that. Put in for time off. 

I didn't take a picture today, but I did sit out on the back patio, and it was delightful. I smell like sunshine and bug spray. I like that. 

Digits down there.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours of 250 steps. gotta get back on the dedicated 10 grind!

blood glucose:

8:30am: 153
5pm: 177 
10pm: 162

food:

coffee, water
11:45am: 2 egg omelet with 2 cheddar cheese slices, 4 sausage links, 1 avocado sliced up, spicy bean dip spread
12:15: metformin
3pm: 2 large celery sticks w/peanut butter
7pm: metformin+jardiance. 1 grilled chicken thigh split on 2 low carb flour tortillas with cheddar, avocado spread, bean dip; white wine
9pm: trail mix+cashews and more wine