Wednesday, April 08, 2020

Quarantined Day #7

I think my body may just make it through all this yardwork I'm doing. EVERYTHING pertaining to my house has been sorely neglected for so long that it makes me feel so ashamed and so sad, but everyone I say that to just looks at me like I'm crazy or thinks I'm just making an excuse for being lazy. Well, I'm neither, I care about where I live, but I simply haven't been physically able to do the work and I can't afford to hire it to be done by some else. It's a hell of a situation to be in and one I never dreamed I'd be experiencing. I also never dreamed I'd get to the point I'm at now, but I've really pushed myself and here I am and now, I have my hands full. Sometimes I feel so overwhelmed when I look around me and see all the work I have to do. I have to keep reminding myself ONE DAY AT A TIME, MILDRED! One day at a time...and then when it gets too hot (I live in Florida) move inside and start some projects in there because there's as many inside as there's outside! Lucky me! I think Cecil, the partridge and I need to go to Lowe's and start hanging out in the contractor's section and start picking up contractors! To hell with bars! I'm to old for bars and besides my tail feathers don't shake like they shook 30 years ago. But I have a flashy hammer and a cool partridge...lol

So, each day before I go outside to do hard physical work which includes cutting down trees and cutting them up, I put on my back brace because without it I wouldn't be able to do anything but sit there and look at everything that needs to be done.  A few years ago, after I fell down my stairs and fractured a vertebrae which just added to all the other things that's wrong with my back I struggled to be able to stand and walk.  In fact, I couldn't stand for more than a minute or two before I needed to sit down. It really sucked and frustrated the hell out of me and although everyone kept telling to accept my limitations, I just couldn't do that. I wouldn't that. Over time, gradually, I pushed myself to the point of being able to do things again. It took me a few years to get there, but I was determined. I didn't announce to anyone that was my goal because I knew I most likely would have been vetoed on my decision to fight through my pain, ditch pain management and all the narcotics after years and years of using them and then gradually try to get my life back. Once I accomplished that, I started working towards getting my diabetes under control which had never been under control.

Since last May I've lost about 70 pounds and my A1C is where it's supposed to be for the first time since I was diagnosed with diabetes in 2002.  The only thing that concerns me now is that the last time I went to my endocrinologist, he switched my injectable meds to something new. You see, since I had started losing weight, I hadn't had to inject any fast-acting insulin and that's something I never dreamed I would ever stop doing. I injected Tresiba (long-acting insulin) at bedtime and Victoza in the morning after checking my fasting blood sugar. So my doctor decided to start me on Soliqua which supposedly combines the two in one injection.  I thought that was great  because it was going to only be one shot a day, but like any new medication your body takes time to adjust to it and my blood sugar has crept up somewhat. It's not a giant spike, but I worked hard to get it down and well...I know the story. The drug rep walks into the doctor's office with a new drug and wants the  doctor to push it and so the doctor starts prescribing to his patients. I happened to be one of those patients. I think when I go to my primary care doctor in a few weeks, I'm going to discuss the matter and try to get back on what I was on. I don't mind two shots a day and I wasn't asked if I wanted to switch, the other doctor just switched me over to the new drug. I would go back to the endocrinologist, BUT he's harder than hell to get in to see. It's like asking for an appointment with God. I guess things could be worse...

Now, as for my results from my coronavirus testing, there still are none, but Martha told me yesterday that I was supposed to have set up some kind of account and it was explained on the paperwork they gave me. I said, "What paperwork????" Since she and I went to different testing sites I guess I went to the shit show site where they handed me a mask and stuck a swab up my nose and tickled my grey matter, but I don't remember getting any paperwork. It's all included in Murphy's Laws and those are the Laws I live by every day of my life. So Martha is going to take a picture of the paperwork and text it to me so I can see what she received so MAYBE I can go from there and find something out soon.

7 comments:

  1. I see at least one Dorothy Parker quote in the Murphy law list. Yard work is breaking. When I lived home I used to do it all. Since moving out 27 years ago, I have forgotten how much work it is. When I go home, I try to help my mother with things, and Im bushed by time I'm done!!! Hell, and the other day I was shampooing my carpets, I mean why not right? they look great, but on my last trip down the stairs to empty the water container, I did just that. Took a trip, and went down the last 8 steps and landed on my back. I lie there for about 2 minutes before I realized I was on my back. And to make sure I wasn't dead. Luckily I was fine. But im too young for slip and trips yet....so I went back and did another room of carpet. It's hard to keep a good bitch down I say.

    Hope your results come soon....although you feel fine so far, so that might be something.

    Partridges are picky birds...so I'm sure Cecil will give final approval of the right man. Opps, I mean contractor. Or I could just send over some houseboys.

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    1. A good houseboy or six might do! I always go for the gusto. I always have. Why change my bad behavior now? And you and I need to watch out for those stairs, right? Maybe I can find a wealthy contactor with a one story house or a two story house with an elevator...who am I kidding? I just need to fix what I have so Cecil, the dogs and I can be deliriously happy.

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  2. Your weight loss is inspiring and so is your determination to do necessary yard work and household projects!

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    1. The inspiration is called I want to live and the household projects are inspired by I don't want my house falling down around me...well it's not quite that bad yet but if I keep ignoring them it'll get that way eventually so it's time to put my big girl panties on and tool belt and hammer away!

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    2. Although...Big and Little Edie made Grey Gardens almost appear entertaining. By time this pandemic is over...I'll be Little Edie...and already look like Big Edie.

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  3. I am not sure whether there are more long neglected tasks inside or outside here. I much prefer the outside ones - there is something remarkably therapeutic about ripping and tearing weeds from the ground.
    It sounds as if your determination (known here as being more stubborn than stains) is paying dividends.
    Good luck on getting those damned results.

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  4. As a fellow Insulin Dependent Diabetic, BRAVO on the Weight Loss and A1C improvement. Mine improved finally too, after six long years of it being crap and increasing no matter what I did! Finally I gave up eating Meat... and went to my Eastern Medical Doc for a Month {out of pocket, Insurance won't cover it no matter how effective} and things improved dramatically. As for how Overwhelming all the Work is, I Feel ya on that one GF, I try not to look at it ALL and just take tiny increments Daily that I can feel Accomplished about doing. I gain momentum when I'm not fixated on my limitations and obsessed with Volume of Work. Hiring some Staff would be Wonderful tho'... IF ONLY... Right? *Bwahahahahaha!*

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