UGH! Rough night. I crawled into bed just around 10:00. BigBoy had claimed a corner of the bed, so I just left him. A couple trips to the bathroom, but I crawled back into bed. BigBoy found the niche behind my knees. Around 1:30 I rolled over onto my back, and he decided to knead his way between my legs, and up onto my personals. Nope. I was wide awake then, and he was carried to the door to go outside. (Good thing, too — I discovered the front door was still unlocked!) I was awake until almost 5:00, slept a bit until 7:00, got up to feed the boys and went back to sleep until almost 9:00.
My sleeps are sooo fucked up, it’s no wonder my bowels aren’t behaving properly. I can feel (and hear) things moving and gurgling, but no indication of anything ready to evacuate the premises on anything like my once-normal routine. I’ve gone all my life knowing when it’s time to poop. Now, not so much, which I think is contributing to the pain and discomfort down there. And, unless the colonoscopy reveals something more sinister, I suspect the diabetes has fucked up my intestines so they no longer work right, just like I’ve lost some sensation in my feet and hands. At the moment my innards feel tied up in knots, which isn’t a good feeling, but slightly better than the faint-inducing gripping pain that comes later in the day. Even so, I’m continuing to add extra fiber into my diet through the day, and drinking loads and loads of water — omg, my back teeth are floating!!
The morning reading at 4:00 was 113, which is pretty good and within acceptable range.
By the way, it is another gloriously sunny day in Houston, around 67ºF at 11:15 now. Going to open the windows and spend the day upright as much as I can. Not exerting myself much, although I will send a note to my doctor to ask just how concerned I’m supposed to be about the aorta aneurysm. I am genuinely scared of increasing my heart rate and inducing an unnecessary blow-out. I need the doctor’s guidance and assurance that I don’t actually have a ticking time-bomb or something just waiting to happen.