Monday, April 27, 2015
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
4/27
A pretty normal Monday here - once I got up, I played Happy Homemaker and got all the dishes from the weekend done. I took my time, taking breaks as dishes soaked, and I finally got them finished (all but a few pans). Since I already knew that we were going to have salads for supper, I went ahead and chopped the veggies so they would be ready when the time came, and it was a good thing I did, cause Ron didn't come home until late - almost 7 - and we needed to get supper together pretty quickly then. Even though it's just salads, we don't want to be eating too late at night.
We watched Starsky and Hutch while eating, and he fell asleep during the second one we watched.
Doctor appointment tomorrow, so I have to get up early! Ugh.
4/28
I got up around 6-6:30 to go to the bathroom, and as I got up, I almost - damn near! - fell back onto the bed. My right foot would NOT take any pressure upon it! I didn't know what was happening, but gimped to the bathroom (some things won't wait...) and back, and went back to sleep.
My alarm went off at 8;00 this morning - double and triple ugh! But, after hitting snooze a couple of times, I got up, got my shower, got dried, dressed, and out the door before 9:00. My right foot? It still won't let me step on/with it, so I have to gimp through this all. What a lot of fun - not! "Good thing I'm on my way to the doctor's," was my thought.
My friend Bert was going with me today, so I stopped to pick her up, then on down the road we went. I got over to the doctor's office, where I had to fill out their silly papers again - that's one of those things that happen once a year - and then get called back.
The doctor visit was a good visit. I had a whole list of different concerns to talk to him about, and we went down my list and discussed everything.
1) HbA1c - my sugar over the last three months (the reason for my visit today - I go every three months for evaluation). In January, this number was 7.8, and I expected it to be right around there this time, too, because of Easter and all.
But - Ta Da! - it was 7.0!! I even impressed myself with that!
2) How low is TOO low for blood pressure?
My blood pressure today was 118/78, which is an excellent number. But, when I went to the neurologist last month, it was 98/62, which the nurse declared, "nice and low" in a very happy voice, but which kinda freaked me out. Doc says if the systolic number is below 100, and stays there, it needs to be looked into.
3) The bruise that is still visible on my leg, from my fall - which will be one year ago next Monday - which has started to worry me. I've been thinking, "damn, that must be a deep bruise!" Doc says that it's not a bruise, it's a tattoo! Evidently, I hit it SO hard that I burst blood vessels (and iron...and blah blah blah) so violently that they tattooed my skin! How weird is that?
4) Ongoing nose/nosebleed issues - I am getting these nasty slimy oozy nosebleeds - they don't run out of my nose - and when they stop, they form giant clots. When I get rid of the clots, they look like leeches! I put up with them for a couple of days, then put Neosporin up my nose (with a Q-Tip) before bed and they go away for a little while, then they come back. Doc says that when I had my Nosebleed Week from Hell and they cauterized my nose, that cauterization is probably getting weak and/or I am getting small infections (that's what your nose does), and I should just use the Neosporin a little more often - don't wait until it oozy nasty, do it every three or four days. I was doing the right thing, just not often enough! Yay, me!
5) Small red sores that I get. I showed him one that I have on my upper arm. He says these are sebaceous cysts (infected sweat glands) that are on the outside instead of under the skin. Thank God! I have had two (or is it three?) on my back that needed removed, and that is not fun. Not at all.
6) Small spots and swelling on my leg. This one was easy! A spot of eczema. Whew!
7) Check my ears for wax build-up. I have a bad problem with this, and he has to lavage my ears just about every visit. Oh, how I hate that! But - for two visits in a row now - I have had NO wax build-up! None! WhooHoo!
8) My right foot. He didn't know at first. This kinda flummoxed him. He poked around on it (sending me straight up to the ceiling!) and asked me a bunch of questions, and finally said that he thought I might have gout - GOUT - on the distal bones. Ye gads, getting old is a bitch!
He ordered x-rays for me to check it out, or rule it out, however you want to look at it.
I think that's it...
I went to get the x-ray and blood tests, which is in the next suite in the building, and get that all done. We finally got to leave, and Bert and I went to eat at Crackhead Barrel! One of the best reasons to go to Milford! I got the chicken-n-dumplings with green beans, hashbrown casserole, and the tomato, cucumber, and onion salad. (I was very aware that I had to weigh in tonight!) Bert got a breakfast - Grandpa's Breakfast - and we just sat there for a long, long time, enjoying the company and the food. We had an excellent waitress - she was a lot of fun - and it was great! When we left, we went through the store, of course. They had a wonderful display of peacock stuff for Spring, too. Oh, that stuff was soooooo pretty. I could drop a pretty penny or two there, let me tell you!
We finally got back on the road. I went back up to Eastgate the "back way" instead of taking the highway, since Bert had never gone that way. She was surprised when we came out where we did, in Summerside, and really enjoyed the drive as opposed to whizzing up 275.
We stopped at our friend Teresa's because I had to pee and we had a nice little visit with her, but we didn't stay very long, because her niece and great niece (who she babysits) were there. Then it was on to visit the Wals - Walgreen's first, then WalMart. My glasses are still not in at WalMart. They best not start thinking they are Bethel Vision - I will really get pissed! But the lady told me that they have to re-make them, so something went wrong. It's not just one excuse after another.
I dropped Bert off at her house, helped her carry in her things and carried the things she was giving me back out, and headed on home. I was here probably about 20 minutes when Ron texted me that he was on his way home from work, so I got my gym shoes on and walked out to meet him. I almost made it to the curves, too. I was glad for that - I didn't think I'd get that far, because I had to take the time to put my shoes on and all. That cuts into my walking time.
I went up to my TOPS meeting, even though I figured this evening would be a bust. I still must show up...
I was right. Bust. According to their scale, I gained 2 pounds - exactly 2 pounds - since last week. Phooey! But I'm glad I went to the meeting. The leader handed out awards for the past year, and I got two, one for losing 23 pounds over the last year, and one for being a "cheerleader," more or less - keeping spirits up, both mine and others'. Then, instead of actually having a meeting, we had a tea party! We had treats - blueberry biscuits (mini muffins) and fruit - and cups of tea, of which we had many varieties to choose from. It was a very pleasant evening!
I got home, but Ron didn't have any supper ready. He had decided to mow the grass while I was gone. That man!
I warmed up the biscuits and gravy that I brought home from Crackhead Barrel, which I had along with some veggies, while he made himself a big ol' salad. And that was supper, which we ate while watching NCIS and NCIS:NO.
And this exciting day has come to an end. I think I may sleep good tonight. Good thing there's nothing planned tomorrow!
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