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the_rckMy TSH numbers are where they should be. I was rather hoping they weren’t because that would explain how tired I’ve been feeling. My doctor has not addressed my request for a T3 test, and I’m really not sure what to do about that.
My blood sugar numbers are exactly where they were in May with the fasting blood sugar perfectly fine and the A1c a tenth of a percentage point past where it would be considered normal. My doctor said in May that she wanted to refer me to a nutritionist/dietician, but she didn’t mention that this time. I’m not sure how useful such a person would be given that keeping my blood sugar down would be a third and contradictory goal for me. The first is to manage my headaches, my occasional IBS (the gastroenterologist recommended Benefiber. I tried that for three weeks, and it made things… unpleasant. Since I stopped it, two weeks ago, things have improved immensely), my GERD, etc. The second is to deal with what I strongly suspect is some form of hypoglycemia, probably not in terms of my blood sugar but in terms of what sugar my muscles and brain are able to pull from my blood. There is very definitely something wrong there.
I have to fill out some Social Security forms today. I had hoped to do them online (mostly because I accidentally started the form in blue ink when they say only black), but I applied for access to do that about three weeks ago and have not gotten a response. I only have thirty days to return the form, so I can’t wait any longer. I think I may be past the deadline already, but they’ve been forgiving about that in the past.
Scott set his cell phone alarm wrong last night. It was supposed to go off a little before 6:00 to let him know when he needed to get out the door for work. Instead, it went off at 2:30 which is when he has to be out the door when he starts work at 3:00. It woke both of us. Just yesterday, he switched that ring tone to a bit from MST3K— "Deep hurting!" over and over again.
We did sweet potatoes in the pressure cooker last night. I think they need a little longer than the time we gave them because they were still just a tiny bit crunchy. Five pounds of regular potatoes takes ten minutes, but that wasn’t long enough for three sweet potatoes. These were edible, just not ideal.
I’ve written a bit over a thousand words in the last three days. Unfortunately, none of those have been on the project I actually need to finish, the one with the looming deadline. At least I know I can write again. I was worried that that was gone. Ah, well. They count toward my goal for Camp NaNoWriMo. I only set that at 10000 words, so I think I might manage it this time.
Of all the packages I’ve had from Amazon, there’s a certain irony in the fact that the one to go missing contains ten pairs of cotton panties. UPS and Amazon claim it was delivered on the 1st, but I was here all day and got no package. It’s not hiding off to the side of the porch or anything. I checked. It’s been a week and still no package.
Amazon makes the process for reporting non-arrival fairly cumbersome. I had to log in twice and check that, yes, this was the order in question about four times, and for some reason, their auto-generated message claimed that I ordered the dratted things in April instead of in June. I really don’t know. If I’d ordered them in April, them arriving on July 1 would be a heck of a long wait.
Scott is currently hopeful that he’ll have the whole weekend off. The plant will be running, but, as of yesterday, other people had volunteered to cover the necessary shifts. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
My blood sugar numbers are exactly where they were in May with the fasting blood sugar perfectly fine and the A1c a tenth of a percentage point past where it would be considered normal. My doctor said in May that she wanted to refer me to a nutritionist/dietician, but she didn’t mention that this time. I’m not sure how useful such a person would be given that keeping my blood sugar down would be a third and contradictory goal for me. The first is to manage my headaches, my occasional IBS (the gastroenterologist recommended Benefiber. I tried that for three weeks, and it made things… unpleasant. Since I stopped it, two weeks ago, things have improved immensely), my GERD, etc. The second is to deal with what I strongly suspect is some form of hypoglycemia, probably not in terms of my blood sugar but in terms of what sugar my muscles and brain are able to pull from my blood. There is very definitely something wrong there.
I have to fill out some Social Security forms today. I had hoped to do them online (mostly because I accidentally started the form in blue ink when they say only black), but I applied for access to do that about three weeks ago and have not gotten a response. I only have thirty days to return the form, so I can’t wait any longer. I think I may be past the deadline already, but they’ve been forgiving about that in the past.
Scott set his cell phone alarm wrong last night. It was supposed to go off a little before 6:00 to let him know when he needed to get out the door for work. Instead, it went off at 2:30 which is when he has to be out the door when he starts work at 3:00. It woke both of us. Just yesterday, he switched that ring tone to a bit from MST3K— "Deep hurting!" over and over again.
We did sweet potatoes in the pressure cooker last night. I think they need a little longer than the time we gave them because they were still just a tiny bit crunchy. Five pounds of regular potatoes takes ten minutes, but that wasn’t long enough for three sweet potatoes. These were edible, just not ideal.
I’ve written a bit over a thousand words in the last three days. Unfortunately, none of those have been on the project I actually need to finish, the one with the looming deadline. At least I know I can write again. I was worried that that was gone. Ah, well. They count toward my goal for Camp NaNoWriMo. I only set that at 10000 words, so I think I might manage it this time.
Of all the packages I’ve had from Amazon, there’s a certain irony in the fact that the one to go missing contains ten pairs of cotton panties. UPS and Amazon claim it was delivered on the 1st, but I was here all day and got no package. It’s not hiding off to the side of the porch or anything. I checked. It’s been a week and still no package.
Amazon makes the process for reporting non-arrival fairly cumbersome. I had to log in twice and check that, yes, this was the order in question about four times, and for some reason, their auto-generated message claimed that I ordered the dratted things in April instead of in June. I really don’t know. If I’d ordered them in April, them arriving on July 1 would be a heck of a long wait.
Scott is currently hopeful that he’ll have the whole weekend off. The plant will be running, but, as of yesterday, other people had volunteered to cover the necessary shifts. I’m keeping my fingers crossed.
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