So, I went back to bed just after 1:00, didn’t sleep particularly well, and got up just after 6:00. Not nearly enough sleep, and there are remnants still of the lower belly pain — sort of like a reminder that it could flare up again at any time. But I’m up and mobile, so that’s gotta count for something.
BUT…. my fasting blood stick was only 112! One Hundred Twelve, y’all! Woo-hoo!
I have today’s activities planned out and I should be able to accomplish my tasks. My granddaughter is taking me to make groceries in the mid-day, which will interrupt my work flow but we’ll see what can get done before and after. Usually when I have pains it is in the afternoon and evening hours (as it was the last two trips). But when people are doing me a favor, it is at their convenience and I appreciate their making time to help me. Being up and about walking around the store seems to trigger pain (just like being up for a long time dyeing at the counter), so it’s not like I need a ride there and a ride back — I need someone with me in the store in case I get in trouble. I don’t think Lyft drivers want to escort me through the store.
Anyway, into the day I go. Wish me luck.