Can't bear to put it away

This morning, the dogs patiently "watched their favorite show" while waiting for me to wake up and feed them. I managed to snag this picture, then Dahlia saw me and well. The jig was up. 

Today we didn't do much except that which was necessary. Doug went to target for dog food and other necessities. Geoff took the dogs on walks, separately, one at a time. I watered the plants, did the dishes, did an indoor walk. I contemplated going to the gym while Doug and the dogs napped. But I changed my mind and made dinner instead. 

Dogs had a busy day today. Doug bought a couple cheap but allegedly indestructible toys at target, which were a big hit. One was instantly destroyed (by Toffee). The other is a ball that lights up and squeaks, which is delightful. When they run around with it flashing in their mouths, I love it. 

After the target trip and new ball chaos, I boxed up the angels, put the tree away, took some lights down but not all of them. 

I always put the angels facing out of the little windows in the box. I want them to be able to see.

God, I'm a weirdo.

While I was putting things away I thought of an old colleague who passed away years ago. At her memorial service, someone told the story of how she kept her Christmas tree up one year until March. When someone asked her why it was still up, she said "it's so pretty I just can't bear to put it away." 

So as I put the angels in their boxes, I thought of Sandy. Putting the things away does make me a little sad but ... it's February, Chris. Put the things away. It's okay. It gives you something to look forward to.

Goodbye for now, little angels. See you in November. 

That's about all the excitement here.  

Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Indoor walk, 30 min/1.18miles 8500+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

10am: 160
5pm: 130
10pm: 115

food:

coffee/water
10am: Phentermine
11am: Metformin+glipizide
11:30am: small bowl of mac & cheese w/ a lot of hamburger
5:30pm: Metformin+glipizide
6pm: chicken soup homemade w/tiny potatoes, carrots, roasted chicken, celery, slice of garlic toast
7:30: jardiance

Up Early Dog O'Clock

I went into the guest room last night because I was wide awake at 1:30am, and I wanted to put on a podcast, but Doug was super asleep and. Well. I didn't want to disturb him. Thankful that we have that space. When Doug wakes up I tell him it is okay if he starts a podcast and stays because, well, I'm awake too. 

Neither dog followed me, which is weird, one usually does. I fell asleep pretty quickly, and heard Doug get up a little before 7 and go to the bathroom. Both dogs decided to come find me. When Doug came out, they went to the bedroom with him, but promptly came back to me.

Because he got back in bed and they were READY TO BE UP! 

But. I was not ready. 

I tried to ignore them. They were both standing on the bed looking at me. Toffee gave these soft little plaintive sighs and moans. 

And then I had to pee, too. 

So once I had to pee, well. We're up. They went out, got fed, and.... then they went back to sleep with Doug. Nice. Thanks. I'm up. I contemplated going to the gym but I have never gone in the morning and I don't know how crowded it is? It is probably madness. So I made coffee instead and started doom scrolling on my phone, still not able to process some of the things the Gubbmint is doing these days, and shit that is coming out of people's mouths. 

It got to be 8:00 so I started working. There was a lot to do today, and I got right to it. A lot of meetings. One successful client meeting and another not quite as successful one. These were for the big project, and we are close to being done. So close. 

I thought about going to the gym since I got an unbelievably (for me) early start working, but it is pouring out and meh. I don't want to leave the house. 

Giving myself a break considering I've done indoor walks and ass kicking gym visits this week. 

I finished working after 8:30pm, after cleaning up from dinner. It is no wonder I'm working so late a lot because I am so an evening brained person, but, I also get super distracted during the day. 

Case in point: Earlier, I had a hysterical slack conversation with our new COO after he made a joke in a group channel about a very famous 90s band. He quoted a podcast I like called 60 songs that explain the 90s, so I had to direct message him and talk about the podcast. 

We then had a big discussion about all kinds of 90s bands, and I asked him how he felt about Barenaked Ladies as he's from Toronto. 

It was funny because I mentioned BNL to him and he replied "not me, standing in the line at Customs listening to When I Fall." which is the song Ed made me cry on. 

I looked back on my blog entries from back in the day and how many times I went to see them, with the great write ups of the shows, and how Ed Robertson made me cry for my 44th birthday. 

A freaking million years ago. 

Geoff did go to his gym. I thought about asking him to go buy dog food since we'll run out tomorrow morning, but with the rain I don't want to make him do it. We can do it tomorrow. 

Doug and I were going to meet a couple who used to live across the street from us in Massachusetts. They relocated to Bowie a couple years ago, and the wife is incredibly homesick and sad. But they all came down with the flu, including their high school aged daughter who was having a birthday party on Sunday. Such a drag... rescheduling for next week most likely. 

Here are my dogs. who sat on the bed. Expectantly. Digits below.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. no walk. 5300+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

7:30am: 150
4pm: 113
9:45pm: 184

food:

coffee/water
7:30am: Phentermine
10:45am: Metformin+Glipizide 
11:15am: pb&low sugar jelly on 647 wheat
4pm: bowl of plain greek yogurt, with blueberries & splenda
5:30pm: Metformin+Glipizide 
6pm: BBQ pulled pork (from Aldi) some coleslaw, a few waffle fries (high sugar content in the pulled pork)
9:30pm: jardiance

Medz

My doctor added two medications to my current meds list. While I'm not excited about taking MORE medication, I think I'm hopeful to add these. 

Phentermine is a weight loss drug. It's been on the market for longer than I've been alive. I asked her if it was related to Fen-Phen and she said not really - that was a combination drug and Phentermine was part of it. But F-P was discontinued. Phentermine has been around since 1960 or so, and there are two other drugs that we can try if we don't see progress with this. 

She asked for the digits that I keep here - she wants to review. I'm glad I keep the blog, I guess. Even though I get 200 hits a day and zero comments from you people, which makes me think AI is scraping the content to "learn" stuff. Whatever. 

Anyway. If you are reading go ahead and leave a comment. As Aaron Mahnke says "say hi. I like it when people say hi." 

I started it yesterday. She said I should see about 10 pounds of weight loss. Which may make me feel better, knowing there is progress. More progress.

There has been progress. And this isn't a weight loss blog per se (it's a Dog Puke Blog, a Guster Blog, to be honest). But exercising, losing some weight so exercising feels better, makes for more weight loss. And lowers the A1C. 

That is the goal. Getting the digit below 7, my friends. Right?

She also added glipizide, because I asked if the Metformin and Jardiance just weren't hacking it for me anymore. I asked her if I should only take the glipizide and she said no - add it into the routine. So I have to take it a half hour before eating. I've shifted my "schedule" so I'm taking the combo of Metformin+glipizide before lunch and a half hour before dinner. And moving Jardiance to the evening. 

That's the new plan. 

Today was an incredibly busy day. Being in the DC area it was also sad because of last night's plane crash at DCA. I don't have much to say about that but it sucks. And our current government is pointing at possible causes that have nothing to do with what happened, and it is just outrageous. That's. That's about it. 

Good news is Miss Toffee is on the mend. What we think happened is she ate some leaves in the yard, probably azaleas, and these are toxic to dogs. She checked every box on the symptoms list. I woke up this morning after sleeping with her, she didn't get sick all night. Relief. She drank a lot of water but I took the bowl up so she wouldn't over drink. She turned her nose up at breakfast but by noon she was stalking the bowl and the kitchen, so I fed her half a cup of kibbies. 

She had a slice of cheese when I gave Dahlia her meds, she enjoyed cookies after going out to the yard, and she ate dinner. They played together, and it feels like everything is right as rain.

Celebration! 

No picture today, digits below, glucose is .... notable! 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Indoor walk, 15 min/.7 miles. took it easy today, 7500+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 160
5pm: 124
11pm: 102 (!!)

food:

coffee/water
8:30am: phentermine 
10:45am: metformin+glipizide
12:30: turkey and havarti w/mayo on 647 wheat bread
5:45pm: metformin+glipizide
6:15pm: 6 homemade meatballs w/ sauce, shredded mozzarella 
7:45pm: jardiance

It's Smelly Up In Here

It's been a really rough 24 hours over here. 

Dahlia is doing so much better, and is so tolerant of her medication and me sticking it in her ear. I could not be more pleased with how that's going. 

Which of course means Toffee has to get sick. 

I mentioned yesterday she'd thrown up a bunch, starting on Monday night when she threw up in bed with Doug, and then a few times yesterday. She hasn't wanted to eat, she's thirsty as fuck.

Which.

Of course.

Of course means, she threw up at 3am in bed with me (note: I'd washed the sheets and comforter from the guest room yesterday after her Monday Night extravaganza), and it was all water.

All Water. 

I had gone into the guest room last night around 1am, since both dogs were on my side of the bed, and it was a little hot and crowded. Toffee eventually followed me and hopped up. I was happy to have her because I was fully worried about her. Dahlia came to see what was up but figured "score! I get that whole side of the bed to myself!" And she left.

Toffee just sat up for a long time, looking out the window like she was stoned as fuck and the neighbor house's driveway light was like, wow. This instead of being snuggled into my ass crack. Just ... looking out the window. She was falling asleep sitting up, rather cute. And I tried to encourage her to get horizontal. And she did finally lay down. 

I was lightly sleeping, listening for her. She makes this weird licking sound before she pukes, licking the inside of her mouth, so I was listening for that. It felt like we were in a good spot, no weird noises, and sleeping. I drifted off. When the noises started I jumped out of bed to grab her to get her to jump off the bed too, and go outside and. 

God. 

Everywhere. Water everywhere. She jumped down, got to the hallway, did it again. 

Dahlia came out of our room to investigate. Concerned but not helpful. I put them both outside, in a slight panic because water is grosser than solid food, to be honest. It was a lot to clean up. 

The bed was absolutely soaked, so I just stripped it down to the mattress cover. That was also soaked but, it doesn't soak through (thank God for mattress covers, why didn't I know how amazing these are so many years ago???) so I just left it there until this morning. I closed the bedroom door and walked away.

I slipped on my winter boots and put on my knee length winter coat. I didn't have yoga or pyjama pants on, so I'm out there in my underpants with the bottom two snaps done to hide me from the neighbors, God, and all the angels. 

I wanted to go out and get them and just didn't have time to find my dorm pants. Dahlia was barking and the last thing I want is this nincompoop waking up my neighbors at 4am. 

She came in quickly and willingly. Toffee was just standing in the yard, staring into the middle distance just like when she was on the guest bed. She didn't want to come in. She looked like I was going to beat her, she was scared, tail between her legs. I encouraged. I pleaded. I got the leash and looped it around her neck. Dahlia thought it was time to go for a walk when she saw that, so she ran around joyfully. 

Sorry honey. 4am is not the time to go for a walk in my underpants.

Eventually, Dahlia settled back into the bedroom but on my entire side of the bed. I went to the living room, to the couch. Toffee stood on all fours next to me, just... staring. 

Jesus, I've never seen a dog be sick like this? What the hell did she get herself into? What did she catch? What did she eat?

I slept on the couch, rather comfortably, with my hand on her back. After falling asleep standing up, she got up on the couch behind my legs and we both successfully went to sleep. The alarm came too early at 8am. 

This morning, she didn't want to eat, which is okay. I didn't really want her to eat either. I tried a 1/2 cup of dog food for her and she stood there and looked at it. She drank a little water but I stopped her from getting too much. 

Little did I know, Geoff had no idea this was going on and he filled the dish all the way when he came up for coffee, and I was in the bathroom.

Shit. She drank her fill, because of course she did. She feels horrible and I'm sure she's incredibly dehydrated.

At about 10:30am, I was getting the laundry from the guest room, it is so smelly. SO SMELLY! I was cringing and groaning the whole time. 

I heard a crack sound and then spewing. Just absolutely the worst noise. Splash. And again. Splash. Doug yelled "Oh No." and I threw the laundry on the floor to come around the back of the couch, where Toffee was standing in her kennel, thankfully, so most of the mess went onto the kennel dog bed. Some on the floor, I yoinked up a couple canvas bags I had on the floor back there with beading stuff (gotta get back on my bullshit). I found a small canvas bag with two books in it that I thought I left on an airplane last year. Yay! I can go back to reading that one book I wanted to finish. 

Doug took the dogs outside, and took the plastic floor of the kennel outside to wash it. So convenient that it can just be slid out. I gathered up the bedding, the dog bed, the sweatshirt that had fallen between the kennel and the couch, got everything downstairs. Cleaned the floor. 

All day today she's been by my side, scrunched up on the couch, just laying here with her eyes open. She's not sleeping, she just is. 

Doug reminded me that she did this once before, where she got "sick as a dog" as it were, but it was over in 24 hours. This is going on for some time now. If she has not rebounded by tomorrow I'm calling an audible, we're going to the vet. 

This is one way to jumpstart some house cleaning. But it is not one I recommend. Between little miss stinky ear and little miss pukey pants, my house does not smell good right now. sigh.

That was a lot of gross information. I will say tomorrow I'll write about new medication the doctor put me on. If you look at the digits, they're interesting. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Indoor walk, 26 min/1.16 mile walk; 11k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:15am: 144
5pm: 114 (!!!)
10pm: 150

food:

coffee/water
noon: metformin, glipizide, phentermine (phentermine is supposed to be first thing in the morning, glipizied 1/2 hour before a meal 2x a day. This will change my medication schedule).
1pm: PBJ, low sugar strawberry jelly on 647 wheat bread
6:30pm: metformin, glipizide; small bowl of mac & cheese
8pm: jardiance

Doctors Day

We started today early with a doctor's appointment follow up for Dahlia. She's doing well, ear infection is healing great and a big hotspot that suddenly appeared is kind of dried up but scabby. She goes crazy scratching it and opens it up a bit so it gets bloody and weepy again. They shaved her neck to get all her super thick crazy fur out of the way, and we got it all exposed so we can heal it up. So we've got antibiotics and lotion. It should be gone in a few days. She's in great spirits and much better than last week. 

Toffee was puking a lot today, which is very unexpected. She threw up in the bed with Doug last night, and then horked three times after breakfast. 

She's been acting scared and skittish, I'm not sure what she got herself into or she caught. Tonight she has been curled up next to me shivering and shaking. 

She continues this way, we'll go to the vet in the morning. 

Dahlia is confused because she wants to roughhouse and play, and Toffee is not having any of that. My poor bean. Look at her, she's so pretty and I love her.

Then this afternoon, it was my turn. I had a doctor's appointment. With the A1C not going down, even though I feel like I'm doing very well with carbs and food, and exercise increasing, I expected a lecture from my doctor. 

She wasn't scoldy or lecturey about anything, which was a relief. She did note that since she's been seeing me I've gone from 220, to 208, to 202 (today) and she's pleased with the efforts I'm making. She heard my questions about whether or not the efficacy of the meds I'm on right now just aren't there. She said that she'd add another medication to add to the mix, and in 3 months we'll recheck the levels. She anticipates better results and possibly some weight loss too. I'm all for it.

Even if I'm mad and discouraged, she's optimistic. And that made me feel better. 

I had my PT/INR checked and I love the girls in the lab, they are hilarious. 

I was going to go to the gym right after but there was kind of an emergency thing happening at work, so I headed straight home. 

After dinner, because I didn't yesterday and I didn't after the doctor, I went to the gym. 

Linda and I had made this monster playlist to keep me entertained. I put it on shuffle, and had at it with great glee. Hole's "Violet" followed by Morris Day and the Time's "Jungle Love" cracked me up. "Square Hammer" by Ghost into The Decemberists "This is why we fight," ... simply excellent. I had to skip  Peter Gabriel and Cindy Lauper songs because they were too slow for my pace but that was okay. Great stuff to listen to. 

And after a half hour, I was done. Boom. 

The gym was packed at 7:15pm, and I had to bide my time waiting for a treadmill when I got there. And because I had people right next to me, I couldn't swing my arms around and air drum like I enjoy doing.  

I guess that is not the best time to go, eh? 

Well, all told that's the day here. Digits below, and a strange sight in traffic today.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.   Gym, treadmill with new fun playlist. 30 min/1.35 miles; 10k+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 167
4:30pm: 155
10:30pm: 144

food:

coffee/water
11am: english muffin w/pb
12:15pm: metformin
6pm: risotto, broccoli, chicken 
7pm: metformin+jardiance

Deliciousness of Cookies

Today, I was bored with food and did not want anything. But there are these two giant bags of christmas cookies on my dining room table. so. I ate about 6 of them. Big and small, all shapes. Delicious. 

I thought for sure my blood sugar would be well over 400, but it was nice and reasonable. 

After dinner I was going to go to the gym and try out my new playlist, but, Doug put on a really interesting documentary about two British journalists who's families are from India and Pakistan, about the Partition, and how their families have dealt with this. They both go visit where their families are from, and it is really well done. 

And then it was 10pm. 

Giving myself kind of a break today, I guess. 

Tomorrow I have a doctor's appointment, and so does Dahlia. I took part of the day off to take care of both. Responsible human that I am. 

Here are two dogs enjoying the love seat where I usually sit and work. And getting along wonderfully. Digits, below!

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  No exercise recorded. 6k steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 166
4:30pm: 169
10:30pm: 156

food:

coffee/water
noon: several christmas cookies (so many); metformin; english muffin w/tuna salad
3pm: protein shake
6:30pm: chicken cordon bleu, green beans
7pm: metformin+jardiance

Superb Owl

As you know, dear reader, I do enjoy football. All of my favorite teams were eliminated this year. The Patriots have been hopeless for a while yet. Steelers made it the furthest but ... well. Their end of season was less than stellar. So the playoffs today were Philly v. Washington, and KC vs. Buffalo. 

Gotta be honest, it's nice to not have a horse in the race and just watch for watching's sake. 

The matchup I was hoping to see was Buffalo and Washington.  

I like the Bills. I've felt super bad for them for so long. As a Red Sox fan, I know the joy of seeing the team FINALLY win. Finally. My mom will fight with people telling them that the Bills are "New York's Only Football Team," because the other two (Jets & Giants) play in New Jersey. So she'll fight you about it. She will. 

My heart was broken (as the hearts of anyone who saw it happen) when Damar Hamlin had his cardiac event on the field in 2023 against the Cincinnati Bengals. I'm so glad to see him playing, and the work he's doing on and off the field. I also was so proud of the Bengals fans for being so loving after it happened, and stepping up for him. 

I'm also happy for the Commanders this year because their shitty owner is gone, they got a new one, new management, a great Rookie quarterback. They're the local team, and everyone is hyped up. So it is cute to live here. I'm also happy they're not the Redskins anymore. And I'm very happy folks have stopped doing the tomahawk chop and indian war chants at the games. 

But both of these teams lost. We get the team who has fans who dress up like Native Americans, and I'm sick to death of the team and the girlfriend. And the other team's fans are actually worse, if you can believe it. They threw hoagies and snowballs at a guy playing Santa (it's true), and what some call a "rite of passage," they enjoy punching police horses (and policemen). Not super excited about that team, and, as a Steelers fan, well. No.

The Chiefs are on the quest for a "three-peat" and no other team in the NFL has done that, at least, I don't think so. Part of me thinks yeah, good luck and go get it. And another part of me longs for the fall. 

Sports is like that, innit? 

I'll still watch the superb owl though. I'll just be in it for the snacks.

Doug took Dahlia for a walk this afternoon. He came back and got Toffee to take her for a walk, too, I can't go with because it turns into a mess. They do not do well, both want to be with Doug, and my shoulder gets pulled out of the socket basically because they both pull so hard. And Doug is so much faster and ahead of me. So I opted for home duties. 

I roasted some chicken breasts to go into a soup Geoff has been planning and bought all the ingredients for. I threw that all together, and it was delicious. I ate too much bread but it was so good. Soup and bread is like that sometimes.

The only other thing is Linda and I built a spotify playlist for my gym visits. 2 hours of music, I won't get bored of it but I bet I'll skip over some songs. Linda contributed a lot of stuff I didn't know so we'll see if I enjoy it. 

Digits below this picture I forgot to share from the sushi restaurant. Semi-obsessed with these floating fish.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  mid-day indoor walk, easy pace (doing chores while doing walk) 15 min/.65  miles; 6200+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:45am: 156
4pm: 143
10pm: 195

food:

coffee/water
11am: english muffin w/pb
noon: Metformin
4pm: pita crackers+hummus, 1 beer
6:30pm: soup, tomato base w/ chicken, peppers, onions, queso fresco; a couple pieces of warmed "farmhouse" bread from Lidl. 
7:15pm: metformin+jardiance

Saturday Sort Of Quietness

Dahlia woke me up with her barking, Doug was playing with her and she just wouldn't shut up. I was irritated from the get go. 

Eventually she stopped, and she settled in to snuggle with Doug and Toffee snuggled with me. Doug and I played games on our phones and just sat quietly together. 

She's a lovely doggo when she's not being annoying. If she was staying with us for good, it would be time for professional training because I would not be able to deal with her mouth. She's exhausting me with that.

There was a lot of good playtime too. She fetches and gives things back so you can throw them again. I absolutely love playing with her. 

Doug went to take a nap at about 2:30 so I went to the gym. Chatted with my sister for almost an hour while I walked the treadmill for 25 min, then the market for some things, gas in the car. When I got home I started dinner and realized that when Geoff works weekends, he's off at 5:30 and not 5, so I set everything aside to wait for him to get home. 

There wasn't much going on today so the gym is the most exciting thing. I started a spotify playlist to build songs to keep me entertained while on the treadmill, I have to figure out how to add Linda as a contributor. The instructions on the web lie. And I don't want to watch a video on how to do it. 

Makes me shake my fist at technology in anger. Anyway. Digits below. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  Gym/Treadmill; 40 min, 1.34 miles (additional: some of that was walking in the market, forgot to end the fitbit workout); 8500+ steps by bedtime (just didn't feel like pushing it to 10k before bed)

blood glucose:

8:30am: 184
4:45pm: 145
10pm: 164

food:

coffee/water
11am: last of the banana muffins; metformin
1pm: english muffin w/pb
6:30pm; Nachos. Chips w/meat, guac, queso, cheddar, refried beans
7pm: metformin+jardiance
white wine 

Spark and Burst

I've felt like a slug lately, most notably on work. Before the holiday I was pounding out communications and making meetings. The holidays hit, and now that we're on the other side of things into the new year I feel like I have no motivation to finish this project. My personal goal was to have this done by the end of January but I'll be lucky, at this pace, if we're done by the end of February. I need to get a spark and a burst to complete the task. 

But it is so on brand for me. Let's paint a room! Get the room painted in no time, drag feet on the trim. It is like I'm a really bad finish carpenter. I am good at the big bulk, but need someone to come in and do the spit and polish on the thing. 

Today I managed to email everyone who is still left to take care of on the project. I have a spreadsheet of customers to cross check for whether or not we need to do the transition that is needed done. Some already did it on their own long ago. 

It was a good and full work day. With a little spark and burst.

I checked out a little early, I needed to get more meds for Dahlia's ear. The bottle we got from the appointment the other day basically ran out, and I want to keep her on a healing track. She's got a mess on her neck that is gross and nasty, I thought it was run off from her ear but no. I soaked it in hydrogen peroxide tonight, and she is so tolerant of me poking and prodding. I am going to ask the vet if we can shave that spot, so I can actually ged medicine to the grossness. Our followup appointment is Tuesday morning. 

After the vet, I went to the gym and walked on the treadmill. I forgot my headphones, but was able to get some song choices on the speakers. Plus there was someone there who was picking the Who and Wu Tang, so it was all good. 

I even jogged a little bit. No lie, kids. I jogged. I started to get a sharp pain in my right hip, so I stopped and paced, then tried again. Gotta keep an eye on that. Or a feeling of pain, I guess. 

I was going to swing into the market after the gym. Geoff wants to make a soup, he's working this weekend and needs queso fresco for this recipe, and they sell it at Lidl. He couldn't find it at Giant. But the lines at Lidl were stupid and I wanted to get home to make dinner for tonight and keep working on some things. I will pledge to myself to go tomorrow to get what he needs. 

Digits below this picture of what my workday looked like when Dahlia was not barking in my FACE. Ignore the clutter and mess. Every day it gets tidied up. To no avail.

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours. Gym/Treadmill 24 min/1.17 miles. 10,100+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

8:30am: 178
5pm: 150
10:30pm: 156

food:

coffee/water
11am: Turkey & Cheese quesadilla (2 small low-carb burrito wraps, grilled w/ shredded cheddar and sliced turkey). Metformin
6:30pm: cheese steak meat w/ american cheese and mushrooms. Pile of mixed greens for a salad, all mixed together.
7pm: metformin+jardiance
white wine (wasn't gonna but...) 

Choo Choo here comes the sushi train!

Today's Doug's birthday. It's a no fun time of year to have a birthday, this. For years, it would either blizzard on his birthday or it would be flu season at our house. I recall one year, maybe right after Geoff was born, him spending the entire birthday on the floor in the bathroom, hugging the toilet. 

It happens, January. 

Doug picked a sushi restaurant in Rockville where they have a continuous conveyor belt of food coming your way, and you can order menu items that come to you on a little train car. There is a robot that brings other food from the kitchen. It got mad because the chair next to me was not in the right spot and it detected it, and couldn't get through.

It was kind of funny. 

Our waiter was from Columbia, he's been in the US for 4 years, lived in Miami, met a girl, she needed to move to DC so he came with. He was darling. I asked him if he had to learn any Japanese to work at the restaurant and he said yes, to work with the chefs. But he is enjoying it, and has been here for two months.

We apologized for the weather. 

All told it was a great fun night. Blood sugar is a little high because I should have taken my pills with me, but, all told with the rice and the ice cream blobs, I'm not surprised. It'll come down overnight. Thanks, medicine.

Digits below. I didn't take a photo of the choo choo train but caught a little video. I'll try to figure out how to embed it, but, here's a link. I hope it works for folks I'm not friends with? Leave a comment if it does or does not! 

I'm super obsessed with the chopstick rests. 

digits

exercise: 12/12 hours.  indoor walk/run in place. 15 min/.8 miles (pretty good pace!); 7100+ steps by bedtime

blood glucose:

9am: 160
4:30pm: 136
10pm: 240 (see med time)

food:

coffee/water
11:30: BLT Salad (bacon, mixed greens, spinach, tomato, mayo)
noon: metformin
2:15pm: protein shake, celery w/pb
6:30pm: Sushi! mostly rolls w/rice and harmless things that don't freak me out. Miso Soup, 6 gyoza, some seaweed salad, 3 beers, 3 interesting little ice cream "balls"
8:45pm: metformin+jardiance