That funny feeling you’re getting when you walk, and you can’t figure out what’s in your pants.
Today when I came in I kept feeling something touching the back of my thigh, just under my cheek and straight across. I checked a couple of times today and then, just now, I figured it out.
It was the leg elastic of my underwear hanging low. Apparently, my backside shrank… not necessarily a bad thing.
I have done really well with keeping my resolve to follow the new diet. However, on this night I decided to give in with self imposed provisos:
What I did was to thaw a premade Amy’s **GF mac and cheese and divide it in half. This was baked with a couple tablespoons of cubed ham (all fat cut away). I prepared a well built side salad (lettuce, cucumber, tomato, pickled beets with vinegar and olive oil dressing. I ate the salad while I waited for some fresh broccoli to steam to be served with the half dose of mac. All good, all within parameters, then…
I picked up the bowl holding the mac & cheese with ham, placed a hot pad underneath of it to take it to the table, then watched it miraculously flip out of my hand, turn upside down in mid air and spew the contents onto the kitchen floor. All in a straight line from me to Walker, who stood about four feet away.
Walker immediately went into pointer mode, his eyes bulged, and then looked at me for the OK.
Calmly, and I can’t believe how calm I was, I held out my hand, palm facing him, and said: “You can have it, but you have to wait because it is too HOT. You have to WAIT. After about a minute I tested the mess on the floor and found it to be cool to the touch. Looking at him I said: “OK!”
My spoiled mess of a dinner was gone in seconds. And Walker was very pleased with his second dinner of the evening.
I am still trying to figure out how my bowl flew out of my hand. I am also wondering where my inner ***Sailor Girl went to when this happened. Her vocabulary can spring into action at a moments notice in frustrating situations such as this.
In the end I felt stunned about dropping the bowl and rather amazed at how calm and controlled I was. The dog cleaned the mess, I cleaned the floor, then sat down and ate my broccoli.
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*Bolusing means to give an extra dose of insulin to counteract the load of a meal
**GF= Gluten Free
*** Inner Sailor Girl was acquired in the early 70s when I was in the Navy. I am proud to have been of service, but not proud of my bad language habit which I have carried in my back pocket for all these years. 😛
It seems the easiest and most succinct way is to just list what ails me:
Newest treatments in order of categories above:
Items that are a direct result of the top list and helped by first and second items in the treatments list:
I started the new journey to health about two to three months ago. I had just been put on the insulin pump when, the very next week, I got a cryptic email from the gastroenterologist stating I had stage three fatty liver. No explanations, no advice, no request for a follow up to discuss the results…
I went online and Doc Google informed me that stage three was right behind stage four which is Cirrhosis of the liver. That went over well. I called the gastro’s office and as you may guess, you can never talk to a real person anymore when calling any medical office. I was upset. In retrospect, my message was deranged and angry. I had no idea that there were ranges in stage three, or that this sort of damage to my liver could be reversed, or caused by anything other than alcohol, and in my mind they were now calling me an alcoholic! For your reference: I lost my mother to alcoholism. It was wretched at the very end.
They called me right back and had me in the next morning to see the doctor. I tell you the following in all seriousness: I walked into the office and every one of the staff up front seemed to be looking at me strangely. They must have all heard about my call?
That was then, this is now.
Long and short of it, my blood sugar ranges are great. I won’t lie, learning how to use the insulin pump caused a few emotional breakdowns, but the Medtronic people were and are on call 24/7 to help. It is wonderful to not have to stick myself so many times a day and to actually see a difference in my sugar levels. I do have to stick and attach a new port and a sensor each week, but that, once you get used to it, is much nicer than injections several times a day.
Now, the fatty liver was something else, as I said. It was the culmination of my trying to eat more protein and less carb laden food choices to keep my sugar down. And one of my go-to snacks was cheese. Further, I have never in my life worried about fatty meats. Those are off the menu forever. Well, I do get a one inch square cube of cheese a couple of times a week with my snacks. I am a cheese head and this part is really getting to me, ya know!? Some days I just leave the cheese out to avoid the torture of a one inch cube.
This is getting long and I will stop for now. Next up, I will tell you what I do to lean out my meat choices and prevent getting gluten poisoned from processed food products from the market.
…and the readers said: OH BOY! I can hardly wait. 😉
But seriously, if you have the time, there is a lot to be said for making your own sausage and prepping your own meats. Because, these days, when you do it yourself you know exactly what went into it. And a bonus: It is a lot less expensive to buy a larger cut, and process it into portions you can freeze for use later.
NOW: I really need to hear from you. Will these posts bother you here? I don’t intend to put them up often, but when there is a change, good or bad, I will post it. OR, if you would rather, I can make another WordPress blog and post all this there. I know there are plenty of people out there with similar problems and this will help me to connect with others who share my issues. As stated; I will make notation in the title that the post is regarding heath.
At 68, when I consider all the possible outcomes and variants of this C19 virus, I’m glad it got to us after the cooled down version emerged. It is, as claimed “like the flu”. I’ve had some deadly flu in my life with temps of up to 104 that left me unable to even get up. This virus with low grade fevers nonetheless leaves you listless and feeling weak.
Bob came down with it on Thursday and I came down with it the very next day, which was New Years eve. We stayed in, laid low, kept bundled, took eight hour arthritis strength acetaminophen (for fever, aches and pains), drank a lot of water and sipped on homemade chicken soup. To keep our lungs clear we used an inhaler and took Guaifenesin (expectorant). Both of us battled waves of low grade fever and chills, and spent a couple of nights sleeping sitting up on the recliner.
It is a trickster! Bob was feeling like he was on the downside of the beast, and then suddenly he got another low-grade fever and chills.
We would like to have been tested, but due to the holiday weekend, and the mass of sick people, well, you simply can’t get in for DAYS. NOTE: I was finally able to get in on January 5th and found that I did indeed have the C19 beast.
Mother Nature sent us snow for the New Year, and it was beautiful! However, it was the wettest snow I have ever experienced. It filled the fences, stacked up 8 inches high, and ripped the limbs off of my Dogwoods and the giant Holly trees here! (Trees were felled everywhere in our area.) I will share the photos and also say that I was glad this all happened in the night. It was sad to see the carnage next morning, but it showed us a very dangerous flaw in the giant holly tree!!! The largest branches and the crotch of the tree are ROTTING inside. The lovely old lady will have to come down and we will be looking for another small shade tree to replace it. Pictures are clickable, but I am having a bit of trouble with the editor again today. sigh….
beautiful…
But dangerous!
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