Yesterday started out with me feeling great and fired up and ended up with me in bed at 4PM. So here is the story. I have been trying to stay in bed later in the morning and going to bed later at night. All that seems to do is push everything computer / blog related more into the critical territory of not getting done. If we get up at the same time Ron wants to talk, wants to make plans, and seems to think he and the cat should have priority over the computer time. Some people, right? I on the other hand have a morning routine that involves starting coffee, starting computers if they were shut down, cleaning cat boxes, feeding cat(s), watering cat(s) (why I do that he is already big enough, but they say it is a requirement). By then the coffee is ready, I take a new hot cup of coffee to my desk to begin glancing at headlines and replying to comments. That normally gives me about two hours before Ron gets up and by then I am ready for a break anyway. Odie after eating settles on my desk. It is nice and quiet, and before the door to my office was borrowed and yet to be replaced, it was private time. That has not been happening since we had the idea of us getting up together, which is not working out anyway. So I am going back to getting up when I wake up at 5, or 5:30, or 6 am at the latest. I will let Ron sleep until 7:30, or 8, or 8:30 as he wishes.
I also have been trying to do more around the house to strengthen my muscles and get them used to moving again. No heavy stuff or low bending. But things like cooking meals which I enjoy, trying to do light housework like vacuuming using the Dyson stick vacuum we bought a few years ago because it was light. For example, I made an egg meat scramble with ham, sausage, and bacon for supper for everyone a few nights ago. I was not hungry yesterday morning, but Ron wanted to make deviled eggs, so I boiled 9 eggs and peeled them. I called the dealership and let my inner anger boil over a bit by just not letting the service advisor talk on about things trying to again divert me. I informed her that nothing promised had been given to us, no calls from management, no calls from the sales department, and no preliminary report of assessed damages. She started to say they did not have that yet because the vehicle was not finished. I said I did not ask for the finished one did I. I told her I was getting ready to go out to look at other car manufactures and wanted that information asap. No argument.
Ten minutes later I got a call back from Service Manager Bob. We put Bob on speaker phone and had a long conversation with him. He was more than decent. He had been out with Covid. He did not know we had not been contacted. He did not know our concerns were not addressed, he said the salespeople were told not to contact us as we were at the dealership and told they did not have what we wanted. He told us they had added on to the car wash building and the employee came around the corner not knowing the new addition and hit an aluminum pole. The pole hit the front sweet spot to cause a lot of hood, sensor, fender, cosmetic damage, but no real mechanical damage. Ron peppered him with questions on the front end, drive axles and stuff, and he said none of that was effected, he said the pole crumpled as it was light weight. I asked about the frame. He said their insurance people checked all that to see if they should just total the car out and it was not that badly damaged. He said the delay was getting the parts to fix it, they got the big parts and I guess painted some they had the right color, but the small parts they couldn’t seem to get. I complained about our visit to the sales department because I had been told the service department would work with sales to help us trade with full value if there was a question. He said he was the one that said that (I thought he was out with Covid and just getting back) and he said that that he was going to check into the situation and see what the problem was. Surprisingly about ten minutes later he did call back. He said that the person I talked to over there did not understand the situation, and that me and the salesman we talked to did not hit it off. Someone from the sales department was going to call us about setting us up on the waiting list for a 2023.
After all this it was into the afternoon, after 1 PM. So I started to make goulash. Here are the pictures.
I decided to go with large elbows instead of small ones or shells.
These are the seasonings I used. I also used 3 beef bouillon. I used a bit over a pound of 80 / 20 hamburger. Cook the meat in the tomato sauce as the fats add flavor and more juice. For the base I used 2 large bottles of tomato juice. As you can see below, I like a brothy soup like sauce to add over the pasta in a bowl. If you put the pasta in the sauce the pasta sucks up the liquid. That is why you want to store the pasta wet in a dry container. If your fridge is cold enough the wet will keep it from sticking together but the pasta won’t get soggy like it will if you store it in water.
So it was after 3 when we ate, I had not eaten all day so the sliding scale for insulin was very little. I did not plan to overdo so I did not take extra, which led to the problem that happened. Ron had gone back to painting the new room, and I volunteered to pick stuff up. As I worked in the kitchen I stayed away from the candy cupboard and felt proud of myself. But the jar of peanut butter was sitting right by the toaster. It kept calling to me. Then when I opened the fridge I noticed the grape jam sitting right in front on the top shelf. It was a sign from the sweetness god to have some. So I made a large P and J heavy on the Jam. Then I took a couple of the rolls we had with the goulash and made some jam rolls again heavy on the jam. I finished cleaning up. By 4 PM I was not feeling well. I was so tired, my blood sugar was way too high. I was also struggling with my back. So I told Ron I was going to bed for a couple hours. He knew I had done a lot and did not think anything of it. I did not start to feel well again until 8 PM and then I took my blood sugar and it was 208. More than 4 hours after eating. I failed to tell Ron, it skipped my mind I guess. I stayed in bed.
This morning I did mention in passing to Ron that the peanut butter had jumped right off the counter at me. He wanted to know what I ate, all of what I ate. He got really upset. He chewed my butt saying that that much sugar with so little insulin could have put me in a coma or caused other serious conditions. I will say it was the fastest I have seen him wake up in the morning in years. I doubt I will get away with that for a while, he will watch what I try to sneak, even count the Oreos.
So after I post this I am determined to answer / catch up with all the comments. No posting news until then. I have over 100 open news articles. (divided into four different tabs) Maybe post a video or two as I watch them while answering comments, that will be okay.