Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wednesday, December 09, 2009
Saturday, December 05, 2009
5. My blood sugar goes down to 44. Like, that's not good. More shaking, more eating of everything in the house as well as Orange Juice.
6. Dr says, go down to 32 units. I say to myself, "screw it, going to 30". So far so good. We'll see how it messes with my blood sugar.
Eating a Diabetic diet is a pain in the ass
Take my blood sugar. Write it down in the Blood sugar in the pocket tablet. Write down what I'm going to eat along with the total carbohydrates for that meal.
Take blood sugar. Write it down in the Blood sugar in the pocket tablet. Write down what I'm going to eat along with the total carbohydrates for that meal.
Fix the following:
Piece of Meat (usually chicken or Hamburger patty)
Vegetable (I usually fix frozen okra with onions stirfried together in 1 tsp of EVOO)
If I add Green Beans, then I count the carbs (????) Green Beans are 5 carbs.
Eat more flippin fruit or yogurt. If I want a snack I can eat 10 almonds or cashews. Woo-hoo!
2 hours after, take my blood sugar again, write it down, poke myself in the stomach again with my insulin shot, curse my doctors and my liver and go to bed. However, I do chuckle sometiems because I remember when my ex-brother-in-law would comment on Momma Judd's medical condition when her liver was messed up and she thought she was going to die. He simply would say, "Oh, she'll tour again with Wynonna...it will be called, "My Liver is Better Tour" or maybe, "I'm not Quite So Yellow Tour" I love sarcasm.
This is a weird diet, I'm sorry. I am getting used to it and I go to "class" early next week. As John Lennon would say, Most Peculiar, Momma.
More Musings Later-
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Sunday, November 15, 2009
Response: "Oh, Are you ready to go?"
9. After taking my temperature and noting that it's low, a nurse tech puts his hand on his hip and asks, "Girrrrrl, What you do last night?"
My Response: "I went to a Martini bar and went clubbing all night. What do you think??"
My Response: "I ate what the doctor ordered, it's not like I snuck out for a chocolate shake or something."
I have no response and begin looking for Tom Bergeron to pop out of the bathroom for an episode of AFV.
6. I call the nurse and request a glass of ice water.
"Oh, are you thirsty?"
My response: "No, I'm just checking to see if the intercom works."
5. A nurse I call "Grumpy Greta" comes in and gives me an insulin shot. I ask if she isn't supposed to wait until my lunch arrives first before giving it to me.
Her gravely response: "Yeah, but my feet hurt and I'm trying to save myself some steps. I hope your food comes soon."
The nurse's reply: "Will Tylenol do?"
My response: "Only if it is the Tylenol that is spelled L-O-R-T-A-B"
3. A nurse comes in and begins handing medication to take for the day.
"Here's your Methotrexate, Haladol and..."
I interrupt: "That's not my medication."
Nurse: "Oh crap! This is for across the hall. Where is my head?"
I silently think, "Sadly, it's attached to your shoulders."
2. A Nurse walks in and pats my hand and says she's sorry to hear I have HIV.
My Response: "I don't have HIV. I have Vasculitis which is an infectious disease."
Her Response. "Isn't that the same thing?"
And the Stupidest thing I heard at the Hospital was:
My Response: "Well, then why didn't you start treating me for Diabetes then?"
Her Response: "Well, I guess I should have caught that."
More Musings Later-
Saturday, November 14, 2009
You know the signs:
- Extreme thirstiness (as in you would kill something for a bottled water)
- Even more exhaustion, losing a significant amount of weight in a short period of time (as in 23 pounds in 2 weeks.)
- Blurry Vision
So, schedule a physical with my doctor cause that is the only way she can see me fast. So on Tuesday I go into the doctor and she goes through the motions. I tell her to test me for Diabetes. "Why?" she asks...UH cause I have high blood sugar readings on my labs, hello?? She asks my symptoms and I tell her. So I do the urine test and they take my glucose reading.
Can we say "595"???? My doctor's jaw is on the floor and she walks next door to another doctor and tells him what is going on. She comes back in and takes a breath and tells me I'm dangerously close to having convulsions, having a stroke or worse. I HAVE to go into the hospital. The blood is running out of my face and I sit there drinking cups of water as fast as the nurse is handing it to me to try to stay hydrated. They think I have (DKA) Diabetic ketoacidosis an acute metabolic complication of diabetes characterized by hyperglycemia, hyperketonemia, and metabolic acidosis. DKA occurs mostly in type 1 diabetes. It causes nausea, vomiting, and abdominal pain and can progress to cerebral edema, coma, and death.
So, off to the hospital I go for 3 days. After getting insulin IV's, poking my fingers and veins full of holes for glucose readings and labwork, they pronounce me well enough to come home. So I am learning to be a Carb counting machine and to quote a line from one of my favorite movies with my own spin:
"I may be exhausted and weak; hell, I may even be gimpy, but Dear God, I'm still here."
More Musings Later (thank God)
Sunday, November 01, 2009
This one person that I found falls into the category of shock for me. In college, she was the life of the party, had a fantastic sense of humor and had that intangible something extra special that some call "it." Not that she still doesn't have these qualities...I'm sure she does. She has just taken a 180 degree turn in the direction of her life. Again, not bad, just very different.
Somehow, she saw something in me as a music student that she was able to mold. I was 12 years old when I first met her. I was in awe of her, wishing I could be exactly like her. She was talented, great with people, funny and admired by countless other music students. And, I was her student. I didn't have much confidence in myself then and she helped me to discover that I was good at something. I felt that we were the antithesis of each other.
Saturday, October 03, 2009
One of the few times I saw my partner swoon over food is when I brought her to "Noshville Deli." She ordered tongue sandwich, knish, sour pickles and a cream soda. Then, for dessert; Black and white cookies. I think I even saw a tear in her eye.
NOW: I totally get it liking the food you were raised on. And, I like alot of Jewish food. Matza is pretty good with tuna fish or chicken salad, y'all. Sour pickles are good with sandwiches, Challah and Black and Whites are really tasty as well. But let's get real: NOODLE PUDDING?
Noodle Pudding is the following: Noodles which are boiled in water, drained, put into a baking dish and combined with beaten eggs. No salt...no pepper, no cheese, no gravy....nothing. Then you bake it until the noodles on top are crunchy. My partner eats this like it is the most delicious thing she ever tasted. I've tried it, it tastes like crunchy noodles without salt or pepper.
To each his own, and if you ask me; Give me Chicken Fried Steak, mashed potatoes and gravy, mac and cheese, okra with buscuits slathered in butter, honey and iced tea. It will always be my "Jew food."
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
It's true...funny, but when I lived in Texas (for entirely too long) I felt every inch the misfit. In Texas, the earth, moon and sun revolves around one thing and one thing only; High School Football. I kid you not. Sort of like College football in Tennessee. I'm still scratching my head over that one.
Are you getting a feel for why poor Janis Joplin didn't quite fit in Port Arthur, Texas in the 50s and 60s? She was decades ahead of her time, bless her heart. I never met her, as she was already a star and living in San Francisco by the time I was old enough to meet her. It seems strange though, to have gone to the same college she did (Lamar University) and hear some of the stories about her. Believe me, they were very unkind. In fact, I remember one of my professors in the Music Bldg told some of the most hurtful stories about her and relished the telling and retelling of his sordid tale. I let him know that I didn't care for his "story." He simply grinned and gave his eyebrows a shrug. He was a very handsome man with a slew of college girls swooning at his every move. I found his reliance on his looks to be sophomoric and extremely troubling behavior for a 30ish year old professor. I guess I felt a kinship with Janis and didn't even really know why at the time.
Nonetheless, Texas wasn't an easy place to live amid the rednecks, refinery workers and cowboys. But, I do have fond memories of the local landmarks such as Lubys Cafeteria, Port Neches Park, Jefferson City Mall, The Sea Wall, Nearby Sabine Pass, Satin's Restaurant (demolished by Katrina) and Gulfway Drive ("The Drag" for teenagers to drive up and down on the weekends). And, those crazy friends we had courtesy of parties, CB Radio and more.
One of my fondest memories is when a large group of us would pile into a couple of cars (where we communicated with each car by CB) and drive to Port Neches on a Saturday night around 11:30pm to "Sara Jane Road." The road was known to the locals and no one else. If a tourist came through this area, then they were lost.
The following is a brief synopsis of "The Legend of Sarah Jane Road":
A young mother driving a horse-drawn carriage down the roadway at midnight, many years ago.She had her baby daughter, named Sarah Jane, in a basket beside her. Heavy fog had descended and when she crossed the middle of the bridge the horse spooked and the carriage overturned — throwing the baby into the water. Sara Jane was never found. The tale goes on to say on Halloween night when it’s dark and foggy you can hear the mother calling, “Sara Jane, Sara Jane”, looking for her baby.
Of course, the guys would be extremely quiet as we creeped along the bridge listening for the haunted voice where one guy in the other car would hide in the woods and do his best creepy moan for Sarah Jane. It scared the crap out of us, which always erupted in screams and laughter. Little did I know that one day, they would even have a My Space page dedicated to this legend! See for yourself.
The Legend of Swamp Witch
In Acadian tradition, and on their usual visit to the swamplands, they stumble upon the fabled Swamp Witch. No one had actually seen the Swamp Witch before, she was not only insane, but she was violent as well. No one dared to cross her path for fear of what would happen.
We also visited "Swampwitch" where she lived near the Louisiana border of Texas. Again, we traipsed to this location trying to see her. The driver of our car whispered to us to be quiet as he was going outside the car to investigate. All of the sudden, he grabbed a figure that had a billowy robe on in the night sky and threw her on the hood of the car pretending to fight. Relief, laughter and plenty of beer was consumed during our rides to these outlandish places. We knew they were legends, but it was fun just the same.
Years ago when I was in high school; I was friends with a few young men that were gay. Of course, I was clueless about myself, but I did enjoy my friends! Flying down the freeway until we heard that wonderful, unmistakable ebb and tide of the ocean. It was beautiful...the moonlight danced on the top of the ocean like diamonds sparkling in the sun. As we sat in the car listening to the ocean, one friend turns to me and says, "Let's skinny dip!" I am horrified and shout back, "Are you crazy? NO!" He turns back to me and says, "C'mon! we'll have a story to tell our grandchildren!"
Although I knew the only grandchildren he would be having would be poodles, I reconsidered. We ran toward the ocean, stripping clothing as we went. My 2 best friends and me.
Running into the ocean was exhilarating and exciting. It was a rebirth of sorts. One where I felt so comfortable being ME. Doing something daring and spur of the moment.
It was the moment that I was really...living. That's what it's all about, isn't it?
Friday, September 18, 2009
- Lately, I've had the feeling that crap has been raining down on me with the force of a Texas thunderstorm. And, if you've ever visited Texas during a thunderstorm, it can be summed up in 1 phrase, courtesy of Moby, a DJ of Houston's yesteryear: "It's raining just like a cow peeing on a flat rock."
- So, you get the gist of my comparison. Why did I feel this way? Lord, let me count the ways:
Crappy Economy which directly affects my and my partner's income
- Income problems leads to arguing with mate
- Lack of income requires us to sell everything that isn't nailed down.
- Insurance is running out in December for us...we are the Pre-existing poster children
- Insurance is expensive...which full circles back to lack of income
- See arguing with mate
- More health crap - more pills, more steroids, more blood tests.
- Paying notes to hospital already for Dec 08 hospitalization, should be paid off in 2 years.
- Lack of income making it difficult
- There's that full circle shit again.
- Steroids are causing severe depression...cry at the drop of a hat, very grumpy.
- Apathy sets in which is a scary place to be.
- Then placed on more medication...gotten to where I don't much care about money or lack of it anymore.
- Slowly climbing my way out of Apathyville
- Starting to feel like me again, although still feel sick.
- I begin to set personal goals for myself. First time in a long time. Apathy is losing it's grip.
- I got news that my sister is CANCER FREE. I cry with joy.
- Feeling crappy has made me more emotional. That's not all bad.
- I realize that contrary to my popular belief, I'm NOT all that easy to live with . Particularly when I'm on steroids.
- Come to find out, I suddenly realize my partner has been and is being patient with me. In her own, gruff, adorable way.
More Musings Later-
Saturday, September 05, 2009
And now Daddy is retiring. You'll never guess why. His daughter moved to Seattle and of course has that grandson with her. You can't separate Daddy from his beloved daughter and grandchild now can you?
More Musings Later-