Wow. Last night I had a supper of diced chicken breast, sliced zucchini, and a can of diced seasoned tomatoes. And then I had a large Payday candy bar a couple hours later. Since there are three servings in each candy bar, I cut off one third and ate it. And then in a fit of “oh, what the hell?” I ate the rest of it. LOL That’s definitely NOT something I should be doing, of course. There are no forbidden foods for diabetics, but I have to remember portion size, balance, and all that stuff. So, smaller portions of sweet treats, savor each bite, balance with proteins and other nutrients. And remember it is a marathon, not a sprint.
I slept about 4 hours, got up for an hour and a half, then crawled back into bed for almost 4 more hours, threw a bowl of food out for the boys after 7:00, then curled up in bed until almost 8. Nice long sleeps. I know I’ve slept long when BigBoy (Mr. Sleep All Day and All Night) is up and waiting at the door when I get up. When I dragged up just after 7:00 he was standing in the kitchen making snide remarks about my laziness.
Morning finger-stick: 116. Yeah, I’ll take it. My innards feel almost normal this morning, too, which is nice for a change. After the tomato-y supper I first had really strong horrible gas pains in various parts, but then it was like my system flushed everything out. Very strange, but surprisingly nice. (I mean, who the hell gets excited about a nice poop, anyway?). And then I felt fine the rest of the evening. I still have an aneurysm, still have to not do much physical activity and exertion, but I do feel okay for the moment. I haven’t figured out what sets off the lower belly pains after standing for a while, though, so I’m still monitoring what I eat and what activities I do during the day.
Lovely sunny day, might get up to about 70ºF today, but still cool this morning. No rain forecast.
Later — so far, so good. For lunch I h ad the leftovers of the chicken, tomatoes, and zucchini I had last night. And my finger-stick just now was only 110. Cool.
I got some “exercise” today — turning balls of sock yarn into half-balls so I could start knitting some socks. My circular needles aren’t long enough to do four pair at once, so I’ll do two pair and see how it goes. But I noticed how tired I got just stand up to do that all at one time. Not good. I am feeling better but somewhat stifled by fear of causing an explosion in my chest. Ick.
I just got an email about the CT scan and the stress test on January 2. My regular doctor visit co-pay is $5. My specialist co-pay is $35. The estimated co-pay for the CT scan and stress test is $175. YIKES. And I’ve not made any new money this month. And I have no idea what the actual surgery is going to cost. Seriously raising my stress, largely because I don’t know what all this is going to cost. I know what my meds will cost, of course, and that’s going to be a burden but manageable. It’s all this extra shit I wasn’t prepared for.
One way or another I have to start working and earning new money.