I would say nothing’s new but I did increase the units of insulin today from 18 to 22. I’m still waiting for better glucose readings. Also, the Covid test line is even fainter than yesterday so maybe that means I’m getting better?
The weather forecast was spot on for last night. It hit 49°F around 6 am as predicted and it was 50°F at 7 when I got out of bed. The heater kicked on around 6 so it wasn’t too bad putting my feet on the floor. So far, no frozen iguanas in sight and no reporting of people injured from iguanas falling from trees.
I kind of miss the cold weather – for short periods of time. I used to love gas heaters that you could back up to, to warm your backside. As a kid, I used to do my homework in front of a gas heater with my sock feet pointed towards the heater. In some ways, staring at the radiants in the heaters was somewhat akin to staring at a fire in a fireplace. Today, I prefer my cold weather as vacation trips that last a week or two and then back to subtropical weather of South Florida.
Mango (Mangifera indica)
The photo is of a neighbor’s mango tree in bloom. I think the biorhythm of this tree is off. The one that overhangs my yard shows no blooms at all. It’s more common in February for my tree to bloom and produce mangoes from May to June. I’m sure the cool weather will mean a lot of fruit drop for this particular tree.
That’s certainly one thing to look forward to – mango season in May and June. Of all the varieties of mango out there (anywhere from 500 to 1ooo) I certainly like “mine” the best of those I’ve tasted. My two favorite things to make are mango sorbet and mango salsa. Then again, they’re pretty good straight out of the refrigerator. Fortunately, I’m not allergic to them even though they are related to poison ivy, poison oak and poison sumac.
Hopefully I’ll test negative Monday or Tuesday. I have an errand to run and physical therapy on Tuesday. Oh, and of course, I’m sure my Jeep will be ready to pick up on Tuesday afternoon!
I seem to be getting over Covid – finally! I’ve pretty much tested every day and the test line is getting fainter and fainter. Again, the test is not technically quantitative but it probably does reflect on the amount of antigens present. Here’s today’s test.
You have to look hard to see a very faint line at the test mark. I had to photograph it and enlarge the image to see it was positive. I can say I certainly feel better than yesterday. I don’t feel great but certainly better. The cough is still around but manageable with NyQuil and DayQuil. My energy level is picking up somewhat. My only real complaint today is only 6 hours of sleep.
I’ll know more about my energy level later today since I need to clean the pool filter because I didn’t yesterday and I need to change bed linen, wash, dry and fold clothes and clean at the house.
I did a correct insulin injection today. I feel sure this old dog can be trained. I’m just stubborn and a little sleepy when I do it first thing in the morning. My big sticking point (again, pun intended) is how you normally dispense liquids with pipettes. If you have a pipette in liquid and squeeze the bulb to dispense the liquid in the pipette, you must remove the pipette before you release the bulb or you’ll simply suck up the liquid you just dispensed (think how turkey basters work).
The insulin pen works the opposite. You squeeze the bulb, wait 5 seconds, release the bulb and then remove the pen. I assume the five seconds allows the insulin to disperse and prevents you from sucking the insulin back into the pen. Either that or the designer failed biology and chemistry.
The insulin reading from the continuous glucose monitor was close to 100 when I got up this morning so maybe the 18 units is getting close to the correct dose. Of course, after my fruit and yogurt and first cup of coffee it spiked to 188.
On Thursday, Farah from Dr. Jellinger’s office called to check on me. She instantly relayed to Dr. Jellinger via text what my readings were and the dosage. She also reported to him I had Covid. It’s kinda nice that he’s keeping close tabs on me. When I last saw him he mentioned that not everyone got his personal phone number. I told him I knew that and I appreciated it.
I complained about the neuropathy yesterday. It seems slightly better today. Who knows what’s going on?
A cold front is coming through and from the weather personnel on local stations you would think we are due for blizzard conditions. It might get down to 49°F. The only thing I can think of that may not like that are orchids but mine seem to do fine at that temperature. They are even talking of bringing pets inside. Who keeps their pets outside these days anyway? We’ve already issued falling iguana warnings. Don’t walk under any trees unless you check for iguanas!
I called Hollywood Chrysler/Jeep around 1:45 pm. The first five phone attempts looped back to the original voice answering service. Even when I pressed the * key to leave a message, it immediately told me an agent was ready to help me and stay on the line. It then looped back again to the original voice message. I finally got through to a human on the sixth attempt.
The person, who I later learned was named Mike, told me they were waiting on a part that would be in on Monday, January 22. I told him that I was told the part would have arrived yesterday. As the conversation progressed, I found the part he was referring to was a sensor, not a headlight because someone ordered the wrong headlight for the Jeep. The headlight bit of information came to light (pun intended) when an agent of the national Jeep “Contact Us” line called and got the shop foreman on the line with us in a conference call.
When I questioned Mike further, he said no, it was definitely a sensor associated with a recall. I asked about the check engine like problem which was supposedly due to a bad sensor. That’s not the sensor to which Mike was referring. The sensor is apparently associated with another recall. Apparently that sensor is not found locally and has to be shipped in.
When I asked about the 2020 recall of the high pressure fuel pump, Mike said they could not release a vehicle under recall and it would be taken care of. I asked if they had a high pressure fuel pump in stock and he said yes.
So, optimistically, that means I may get the Jeep sometime in 2025. Mike was very courteous and very patient with my questioning and even gave me his personal phone number which probably goes to a food delivery service in Miami.
So, in summation, the check engine light was nothing. The headlight was ordered but not the correct one. They either installed the wrong headlight or they had the headlight already on hand. The headrest I’ve been waiting for 2 years was actually in the parts department and no one had notified me. The software update recall was not a software update but a sensor malfunction that had to be specially ordered since no one in Florida carried it. The recall of the high pressure fuel pump is present at the dealership but God only knows if it is the correct one or if it needs to be ordered. Every time I call, I get a difference sequence of events and problems. When I call on Tuesday, the 23rd, I’ll probably find out someone stole the Jeep off their lot.
One step forward, two back. Yesterday I felt OK. Today, not so OK. I still test positive for Covid although only slightly. I still managed to misfire with the insulin pen, leaving a little that was not injected. The 2020 recall on the high pressure fuel pump that had no solution now has a solution and I have to decide whether to leave the Jeep with the dealership from hell to fix that last recall or take it to another dealership. Better the devil you know…? In any case, today I don’t think I could drive the Jeep back to the house from the dealership.
Yesterday was a bad day for the neuropathy. I either walked too much or my feet just really seemed painful all day. Added to that it seems like my lower legs were going a little numb. By the time I went to bed last night, both my hands and feet felt like they were on fire. Strange that some days the pain seems better and other days not so much. I still haven’t determined if the wrist splints really help the neuropathy in the hands.
Next week is an easy one as far as appointments. I have physical therapy on Tuesday, the 23rd. It’ll simply be an assessment for the first meeting. Fortunately, it’s 2.5 miles from my house. The pain neurologist had to be rescheduled for February 19th. On 14 February, I meet with another neurologist, Dr. Chamley, for an electromyography, whatever that is.
Days like yesterday cause me to despair I will ever get back on the trails. It was actually painful to walk around the house. Looks like today will be another day of trying to stay off my feet. So far the Gabapentin does nothing to alleviate the pain. Hopefully one of the neurologists will find an answer or simply tell me I have to live with it.
I may live after all. I feel a little better today. Not great, but better. The NyQuil and DayQuil seem to be working to reduce my coughing. I’m surprised because the box of the stuff I have must be 10 years old or more. I got 6 1/2 hours of sleep last night so that helped. I don’t remember waking up once to cough.
I remembered to dial in the correct number of units on the insulin pen today. Actually, there is no mark for 17 units so I did 18 and I figured out you hold the plunger in for 5 seconds and then remove the needle and release the plunger. I still spend most of my time above 115 mg/dL so I have a ways to go on increasing the units of insulin. Steve, my friend who called yesterday, told me he was up to 55 units.
My Covid test came back with a faint pink line as opposed to yesterday’s very pink line. The tests are not designed to quantitatively determine the amount of virus in your system yet, Scientific American indicates there are some quantitative aspects to the test – inadvertently. Maybe I’m getting over Covid or the flu, or a cold or all three.
I do know that I’ve been on a liquid diet lately. Barbara brought over soup from Jalisco’s, a local Mexican restaurant. I find I like the broth from the soups more than I like the stuff in the soup. I still haven’t been able to eat Michel’s dinner of pot roast, mashed potatoes and carrots. Maybe today.
It’s been dreary, weather wise, lately. It’s mostly overcast skies with temps in the 70’s during the day. Normally that’s good walking weather but I haven’t been up to it the last two days. Of course it beats the temperatures elsewhere in the country.
I did get the physical therapist and pain management therapist rescheduled. I have a little skepticism for both of these but I’m willing to listen to what they have to say. I think back to the time I previously connected with a sports medicine therapist and he gave me so many exercises to do at home it took up the major part of my day.
Today is the day! The headlight is supposed to arrive at Hollywood Chrysler/Jeep today and I’m sure they will immediately get started on replacing the lamp and call me any time today to come pick up my Jeep. Not.
I think I’ll stick close to the bed today. It’s always a good day to curl up with a book. Stay tuned!
Well, I’m sick again. Last night was coughs, fever, and sweats. I didn’t get out of bed until 11 this morning and that was due to Joel calling and checking on me. He brought me cough syrup yesterday. I didn’t even want coffee this morning so I must be on death’s door. After I got up and peed, I finally ate some fruit with yogurt and it helped. Later, I made some coffee so I might actually live. I also took a DayQuil to help with the cough and intend to take a NyQuil tonight to let me sleep. These pills are getting out of control.
I don’t know if it is Covid or the flu or both. It feels like the flu but the symptoms are so close. My temp spiked at 100.4 and that wasn’t enough to warrant a visit to the emergency room. I have an app that records temperature and sends the result to a national database. It tells you whether your fever is moderate (100.4) or if you need to go to the emergency room. In my case, as a diabetic or a person with a compromised immune system, the cutoff is 103.
I did my fifth insulin injection today and was supposed to do 17 units but in my haze, I only did 13. I’ve got to figure out if you release the plunger while the needle is inserted into your skin or after you remove the needle. I plead medical insanity for my mistake.
Today was a day of phone calls. First, a neighbor, Jon, called. He was in front of my house and asked if he could come in. He wanted to check on me. I didn’t want to give him whatever it is I have so I told him no. He had just celebrated a birthday and he wanted to thank me for a card. I was invited to his birthday bash (he even had a band) but I don’t go anywhere where there is a crowd of people. The photos on Facebook looked like everyone had a good time. Jon admitted he might have had too much to drink that night and I assured him that was OK.
Next up was Steve. I met him at Itawamba Junior (now Community) College back in the 70’s and we’ve been friends ever since. He got my holiday card and wanted to talk with me about my cancer and treatment. He was a highly regarded respiratory therapist and finally retired. We’ve kept in touch over the years. He’s had it rough. He and his partner Billy were in Katrina and Steve had some strokes and heart surgery. Looks like the longer I live the more me and my friends talk about the latest medical problem! It was good catching up with him even though we talked a lot of medical issues.
Next up was Wade in San Francisco. He’s so good about checking in with me and lifting my spirits. We both agreed that doctors are more than willing to treat you if you have both Medicare and supplemental insurance. He and I both have a cough and we had a great conversation in between hackings.
The rest of the day is going to be bed for me. I have things I need to do but they can wait. The CPA who does my taxes sent out his usual letter and I need to fill out his forms and send in my 1099’s.
I also got a recall notice from Jeep that says they now have the part they notified me about in 2020. If you remember, I had two recalls, only one of which they could do. Now the second one is available. Unless the Jeep place does it automatically without asking me, I intend to take this recall to a different dealership.
After my call to the national office, I’ve not heard any more about my Jeep. In theory, the headlight they had to reorder comes tomorrow and I should be able to pick it up on Friday.
All good things must come to an end. I had five good days. This morning I waked with a cough, stuffy nose, and feeling blah. I don’t know if it is a cold or I still have Covid. I tested positive again today but the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta says you can test positive 90 days after a Covid infection. To be safe, I canceled my massage and my late lunch/early dinner with Tom and Kurt. I’ll also call the physical therapist and pain management doctor and ask if I still should come in or reschedule.
Today is my fourth day of insulin. Physically, I can’t tell any difference.
Here’s the 7 day range.
Remember, I’ve had the glucose monitor longer than I’ve been on insulin.
To be honest, I don’t understand the graph since it is supposed to show a 7 day range yet it only shows a 24 hour period. I think the pertinent take away is that I never go below 100 and spend very little time close to 100. I’ll dial up to 17 tomorrow.
There’s no walk today due to cough, stuffy nose, doldrums, etc. I’ll spend time in bed reading and when I get a spurt of energy I’ll see about adding more music to my computer from old CD’s. The CD player still has its moments. Yesterday, it copied 15 songs from the album Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood soundtrack and refused to copy the last 4 songs on the album. Everyone’s a critic.
It says something about how boring I am if I get excited about adding music to the computer through a CD player. There’s a reason new computer systems don’t have these devices anymore. They are slow and a pain in the butt.
When I volunteered as chief archivist of Stonewall Library and Archives, the great debate among archivists was in what medium do you store materials. I go back to the era of the TRS80 Radio Shack computer and used the tape cassette to store data. Then came floppy disks, then 3.5 inch hard disks, the CD’s then DVD’s. Somewhere in there came video disks which were like gigantic records. Remember 8 tracks and VCR cassettes? All gone by the wayside.
Archivists have yet, to my knowledge, come up with a preferred form of storage. I suspect most archives keep on hand multiple devices for playing multiple forms of media. While volunteering at the archives, we kept 8 mm projectors, cassette players, CD players and other devices just so we could access the material. When we didn’t have some device, we put out a call to our membership for help and usually someone would loan us an “antique” to play the media.
Thumb drives seem to be the current rage. However, don’t hold your breath on these. Just think how Apple has changed the type of charging ports on their iPhones, iMacs, and iPads in just the last few years.
There was some movie many years ago where there was a need to make a phone call and everyone was looking for a phone booth when this young lady pulls out a “cell phone” from her purse. It was the size of a WWII walkie talkie. The antenna was a long as the “phone.” Remember flip phones? Life changes. Well, except for getting sick. Then there’s death and taxes.
Day 20 of jeep hostage. To be fair to Hollywood Chrysler Jeep, it’s only 14 working days. I called again this morning and after the second call, I got Sergio who was nice and courteous. After I explained how no one would tell me anything or call me back, he apologized and transferred me to the shop foreman. It went to voicemail. I left a message. I then went to the jeep site and hunted and hunted until I found a “Contact Us” option and called the national jeep organization. I’m now on hold while they try to contact the dealership. Good luck with that.
When I got up this morning I was a little concerned. It seemed my sore throat was coming back and my nose was running again. My gait was a little off. However, as I got to moving around, I felt better.
I did my insulin injection (day 3) around 8:30 am and had breakfast. I seem to be staying up later and getting up later.
Current glucose trend – just before lunch. The green area is “normal” range.
I then managed to walk my walk on Riverland for 1.4 miles – a new record for me since I quit walking months ago. I still clomp like a horse but at least I’m outside and in the semi-fresh air of Fort Lauderdale.
Dr. Dunhill, my GP, responded on MyChart and his nurse followed up with a telephone call about my MRI results. I’m to keep both appointments: the physical therapist and the pain management specialist. That should be a lot of visits over the next few months. It’s not like I have anything else to do.
The national jeep help desk came off telephone hold and told me the shop foreman was on the line. The story now is that the headlight they ordered as a replacement was the wrong one and the new one would not come in until the 18th. They offered me a rental today – a little late wouldn’t you say? I asked about the headrest (under warranty) and the check engine light (sensor under warranty) and the software update (recall). She confirmed all were correct. She suggested the jeep would be ready on the 19th (depending on how late the delivery was on the 18th) and I would only be charged for the headlight. Hope doesn’t spring eternal – it crashes on the rocks below the cliff. For some reason, I don’t believe her.
Danielle, Dr. Velez’ nurse, called me back and said we’d just add the Herceptin treatment I missed due to Covid to the end of all the treatments. She also said that the hydration therapy I was getting was mostly for the Taxol treatments and I probably wouldn’t need them for Herceptin. In any case, I’m getting hydration during the Herceptin treatment. I can always ask for hydration if I feel like I need it but to be honest, I don’t think I do and that frees up one day a week I don’t have to go to Holy Cross. Now that I’m going to physical therapy and pain management, I certainly filled that hydration hole in my calendar.
I really hate that I had to call the national jeep organization. I don’t like to cause people problems and will do almost anything to keep from having a confrontation. However, I felt Hollywood Chrysler Jeep left me no options. All they had to do was communicate with me a little better.
I’m on a run of good days! This was my third day of a morning walk (1.1 miles) on an overcast, misty morning. I was afraid for a time I wouldn’t be in shape enough for morning walks until the heat of summer. I didn’t want to miss out on the cool mornings strolling through the neighborhood. In the summer, if you wait past 8 am, you are going to pay dearly in sweat. Also, good news, my Apple Watch didn’t warn me that my cardio fitness level was for crap.
I remembered to do the insulin injection this morning after breakfast. It went fast and efficiently. The only question is whether or not 14 units is sufficient to bring my glucose level down or if I have to up the dosage. After four days, if not change, I up the dosage by three units. It’s still painless so far.
I’m in the process of adding my music CD’s back to my computer/iPhone/iPad. It seems like every time I purchase a new computer, 3/4 of my music collection disappears. Most of it is backed up on iCloud but even so, sometimes it won’t download from the Cloud.
Several years ago I purchased a portable CD player. It’s hit or miss with it. Some days it loads the CD without any trouble and other days it balks and refuses to work. Yesterday was a good day and today it rejected one and accepted another. I think these inanimate things are less inanimate than we think and have moods like all of us. At this rate, I should have all my CD’s back on the computer in 2026.
If I keep having a few more of these “good” days, I think I might start planning a trip. I know I won’t be able to hike any distance but just getting out in nature will make a big difference to my frame of mind. There have been several studies that show walks in forests make a big difference in the emotional stability of people. I need to go hug a tree! Of course, that means I need to get my jeep back first.
Last blog, I mentioned a hike to Pulaski. My first “real” hike was in the Boy Scouts as a Tenderfoot – an apt description, by the way. My Scoutmaster, Mr. Polk, suggested we hike out to his house on Old Highway 80. It was 2.5 miles out and 2.5 miles back. We had to complete a 5 mile hike to move to the next rank in Scouts, Second Class. It also had to be with a pack. Back then, all we had was the standard issue BSA backpack that only had straps. After a while those straps started digging into your shoulders. If I remember correctly (dubious) I was hiking with Ricky Waite. You had to have a partner in order to prove you did the hike and we had to sign off on each other’s score card.
To this day, that’s the longest 5 miles I’ve ever done. We did it in the heat of a summer day – no one said we were smart Scouts. What the hike did was get Ricky and me more comfortable with each other and we both became more observant. One thing we noticed as we hiked the road bordered by a barbed wire fence was a dragonfly impaled on a barb. A little later down the road, same side, we noticed a small snake impaled similarly. As we continued, we noticed more and more animals stuck on the barbs. That was the first thing we asked about when we met Mr. Polk at his residence. He quickly informed us it was a loggerhead shrike that often killed their prey by impaling them on thorns and barbs. The shrike was collecting his lunch. Snakes on aisle three, dragonflies on aisle four.
Somewhat later, we discovered pack frames. Our first ones were old army pack frames. They weren’t much better than just the pack straps.
This is similar to the old army pack frames we used. You tied your pack to the frame. Photo from Wall Star Graphics. Ours were WWII surplus and more primitive than this. Today, the frames are built directly into the pack.
Eventually I managed to save enough money to get a pack frame that fit the curve of your back. Today, you can buy packs with frames that they mold to fit you in the store. I bought my last pack frame pack at REI and they heated the frame to bend it to the contours of my body. Truly, it helps, particularly if you are shlepping a heavy load but even with padded straps, these packs still dig into my shoulders even though most of the weight is now on your hips.
I have backpacked in a long time. I think the last time was when I hiked a trail at Point Reyes National Seashore that did me in. Since then, I only take day hikes and use a small day pack. The strap still dig in. Hopefully, I’ll be back on a trail sometime soon. I really do like hiking in winter.
I got to thinking yesterday about my cousin Charles. He probably doesn’t remember the times he’s helped me out over the years. One year I was home on leave from the Coast Guard in New Orleans and my Dad was in the hospital. I stayed with Mom and for some reason, I needed to move my Chevy Vega in the yard for some delivery. Wherever I moved it, I got it stuck. It was in the winter and Mississippi had one of those week long rainfalls so the ground was very soft. Normally I’m quite capable of getting a vehicle unstuck but this thing was really buried in the mud.
Time was running out and I needed to leave soon for my drive back to New Orleans or I would be AWOL. I called Charles and he came right away with his tractor and pulled me out. I made it back to base in time not to be AWOL. That’s Charles for you. He drops everything to help you out.
Another time I was teaching at Itawamba Junior College and my truck’s speedometer went out. If I went home to see my parents, I would take the shortest route which was the Natchez Trace (Fulton to Carthage) and then get off and head straight south to Morton and Pulaski. The speed limit on the trace was 45 mph for part of the way and then 50 mph. It was constantly patrolled by the National Park Service rangers. A lot of people don’t think of it but if you get a speeding ticket on National Park Service land, it’s a federal crime. It’s quite an expensive proposition.
The only way to tell your speed was to count the time between mile markers and then do the math. Then you tried to maintain that speed. It’s a long, boring drive and your mind wanders and so does your speed.
At the time, Charles was working for the Chevrolet place in Forest. On a trip home (and after much math) I took the truck in to him and he got the speedometer replaced by the time it was time for me to head back to Fulton. I don’t think I got charged anything but for the part.
As I mentioned before, I was closer in age to his sister Jean (Sybil Jean back then). One thing I remember was Jean and I riding Granddaddy Searcy’s plow horse. Our Grandfather had moved across the road from Aunt Sue and Uncle Jack’s house and he often planted a hill next to his house in watermelons and corn – yum! Granddaddy would sometimes hitch up his plow horse (I wish I remembered the horse’s name) and Jean and I would ride through the woods next to his house.
One day we were coming back down the hill to Granddaddy’s house when Jean was impatient with the horse’s pace. I was riding behind her. She kicked her legs to prod the horse forward which unfortunately hit my legs which caused my legs and feet to hit the horse’s flanks. The horse reared and threw us both off and headed to the barn. The only thing hurt was our dignity.
Aunt Sue was something else. If you visited, you ate. I remember in Boy Scouts taking my patrol on a hike to Pulaski and stopping in to say hello to Aunt Sue (Uncle Jack was working at the Co-op in Forest). She immediately insisted on feeding the eight of us even though we had brought our lunches on the hike. I think everyone in the patrol was stunned someone would drop everything and feed seven strangers but that was the way she was.
A lot of what I know about cooking comes from Aunt Sue. I even learned how to churn butter (not very well). By the way, I never did learn to churn butter to suit her. She finally gave up having me try.
I know a lot of families have a lot of first cousins but Charles, Jean and Gina are my only first cousins.
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Yesterday was my MRI. I wasn’t anticipating getting any results so soon but last night around 8:30 pm the results were posted to MyChart.
On May 2, 2017, I had an MRI at the Urgent Care Center Rio Vista near my home. Yesterday’s MRI reported a worsening of my condition from 2017. The physician reported “multilevel degenerative changes that were worst at L5-S1” more than the previous L4-5 in 2017.
Just as a review (it’s the teacher in me) here’s the human vertebral column with the vertebrae named. “C” stands for Cervical Vertebra (closest to the brain), “Th” stands for Thoracic, “L” stands for Lumbar and unlike the diagram below, “S” stands for Sacral.
Illustration is from Henry Vandyke Carter.
Previously, in 2017 I was having problems with the lumbar vertebrae 4 and 5 (low back pain). That has apparently spread to the 1st sacral vertebra as well as L2-3, L3-4 and L5-S1. My overall condition has deteriorated – in other words, I’m getting old.
Here’s the rest of the bad news. Between the L2-3 I have stenosis, in essence, narrowing of the spinal canal and pinching of the spinal cord or nerves coming off the cord. This stenosis between L2-3 seems worse on the left side of my body. That my explain my sciatica on the left side.
There is mild stenosis at L3-4. There is mild stenosis on the right of L4-5 but severe on the left side. At L5-S1, there is moderate to severe stenosis on the right and severe stenosis on the left. This might explain the pain and numbness of my right leg.
In addition to everything, there is arthritis all along the lumbar/sacral area.
The question becomes what does my GP recommend? It can either be regular physical therapy at Holy Cross Physical Therapy Outpatient or pain management with Dr. Wu at Holy Cross.
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I injected myself for the first time with insulin around 12:15 pm today. I meant to do it this morning but I forgot that you had to let the insulin pen come to room temperature one hour before injecting. After I got around to it, it went quickly and easily. There was no “sting” at the injection site. I’ll have to do this every day.
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Today was good but not as good as yesterday. I did do a walk yesterday (0.9 miles) and this morning (1.2 miles). Just as I got back to the front door this morning, my Apple Watch sent me a notice that my cardio fitness level was low.
During the walk, I did notice that not only were my fingers and hands tingling but my wrist had started doing the same. I wonder if that was due to low oxygen levels. Either that or I’m going into heart failure. I wasn’t dizzy nor winded – just very tired. My foot drop was more noticeable today. I did manage to clean some in the house and wash, dry and fold clothes. Oh yeah, I changed the bed linen.
Today is day 18 of my jeep hostage crises. I called again today and again was shuttled off to voice mail. On Monday, I plan to call the national office of jeep.
