So I woke up at 2 am and I got up at 3 am this morning just to get through a lot of stuff I have been putting off. But all day other things came up, I did read and post news articles, and I have a 3:12 hour video from a trans YouTube creator I like who was unfairly attacked and mistreated, and now that everything has come out in her favor she is taking a victory lap by going over every aspect of the case. Yes she is a bit of a drama queen but her attacker spearheading the abuse directed against her is a total lying massive drama queen who seeks attention by stoking the idea she is being harmed or attacked.
So on and off I had to take rest breaks, and I did the dishes which took up most of my morning because I can not just stand at the counter to do them, but have to do some, go sit or lay down, get back up and do some more. When I talk about how hard I work, it is within my own limitations. I think normally able folk could run circles around what I do every day. Anyway.
I am very tired. I was going to have one half of the leftover thick pork chops with stuffing on top that Ron made last night. I had the first half last night and it was great, so I planned to have the second half with a salad instead of the potatoes he served with them last night. But Ron forgot the plan and made me a very large salad and I struggled to eat it all, stopping twice to take the rest to him. But salad with dressing is not good after being in a refrigerator, and I know Ron gets upset if I don’t eat a certain amount at night. All week I have gone without any insulin as my blood sugars are so low. Not the fast acting at meal times nor the long acting at night at 10 pm. Remember recently my blood sugar levels were in the dangerously low territory due to me taking the insulin. I still take a metformin pill twice daily that is to regulate my blood sugar. The only reason they put me on insulin is because of my monthly steroids, which the pills won’t help with. So Ron is very insistent I eat before bed, no matter what time I go to bed. He also has me now take my blood sugar around 10 pm when he comes to bed because he wants to make sure I don’t take the insulin if my BS is already low. My hubby should have been a doctor or at least a PA.
Because it is early, but I am so tired, and I don’t want to lose comments of other bloggers posts I am going to start a 6th tab with the last few days of stuff, so I don’t lose them. I hope to get through them soon. But tomorrow I plan to go grocery shopping with Ron, we find it so much easier if we do it together, so I might not get to many of the saved ones. Hugs. Scottie.
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