New Sort of Diet

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

A stormy night. I turned CPAP off after the power went out. When the alarm went off, I showed it to Donna (who had to work today, I'm still on vacation). She said, "Go back to sleep" and I did. When my eyes popped open the house was silent except for the dishwasher in the kitchen. It was 8:24 AM and she showered, dressed, made lunch, started the dishwasher and left for work while I heard nothing.

On a whim, I checked my blood sugar and got 122. On a whim, I thought, 'That means there is sugar in my blood that I haven't used yet,' so I went through my morning routine without breakfast. I told myself that if 100 was the upper number for 'normal' blood sugar, then I would try to burn it off and not eat until it was 100 or less. I did drink my normal nearly-pint of water and inhaled my Advair. I also made coffee, I deferred on it until later.

Dressed and ready for the day, I noticed that I wasn't winded after my shower, drying off, or even making the bed. This is nice, so I thought I would take a walk. Google Maps tells me that walking the circle of our housing edition is seven-tenths of a mile. I did that in about 29 minutes (a minute short of a half-hour after I started). I am glad I took my cane for about a quarter of the way the sidewalk slopes toward the street, so the cane gave me comfortable balance. That was the only balance issue I had since my morning shower this morning.

The last half of the trip was the hardest. I was stumbling a bit, not because of balance so much as fatigue. I was sweating strongly and wondered if I needed another shower. Laying down under a ceiling fan, after shedding my outer clothes, I thought "Sleep is going to come quickly." It didn't.

After a while in which my eyes simply would not stay closed. While my sweating had stopped or greatly diminished in the subsequent 15 minutes, I noticed that my joints were aching and realized that I had not done this in a while. On a whim, still laying down, I started some stretching and exercise that I used to do a long time ago. There were a couple of leg lifts: hold a leg up a short distance from the floor, or bed in this case, and count out some time, which was only to ten this time. I alternately stretched my legs this way and that, apart and together. The burning in my hip socket stopped but I was sweating again even after that minimal effort.

I got up and noticed the list Donna had for me and took in a couple more items (one I did before the walk). Then I sat down and checked the blood sugar again: 100. Great, I'll have lunch. First, though, I thought I might want to record this. Therefore this note. As I thought about it in closing, I only had to back track to catch about three little typos--misspelling three just now made it four, oops, misspelling it with if made it five, nope, misspelling if again made it six. I thinhk I will quit wbefore it gets worse. (where did this bout of fumble fingers come from?)