I had a super grand afternoon on Saturday. The ice on the car windshield was incredibly lovely, the driveway had some sand scattered over it by the neighbors (their mom said they’d rather help out someone than do Algebra!), and it was quiet outside. One of those silences filled with birds and wind and trees and assorted distant noises melding into well, silence!
I needed to go to town to get mum some meds and while there picked up a patriotic Kit Kat. I even had a quick fun chat with the man in line behind me about these colorful chocolates. (He was parked next to me and it looked like he was driving around his mom. I totally get why he, too, wanted a king sized Kit Kat!)
My next stop was the library. It was with GREAT trepidation I brought my four allotted books to the counter. Why? By the rules, I was only supposed to have 3. I had returned 3, one was still out, and I hoped I wouldn’t have to put one back. I didn’t!!!!!!! I was grinning like crazy as I left the library with four precious books! (I was feeling rather Terry Pratchett today)
Next, I decided to splurge and get myself some Thai food. (Mum doesn’t like it. She SAYs she does, but would prefer going anywhere else.) There were two girls decorating for the holidays. One was at least in her early teen years, the other was much younger. Their decorating was quite different. The older girl was carefully wrapping garland and hanging up décor. Her younger sister was flying thru the empty restaurant with garlands streaming, deciding which tables should have their legs or the tops wrapped in which colors! (I got to help her with one of them) It was great fun to watch and be a part of.
I decided to make one more stop. I desperately wanted a hug and was hoping the Sexy Smart Cookie was around and no one was visiting. Fortune favored me. I got a couple of solid needed hugs, admired a new computer (the ‘guts’ are inside the screen!!!!!) and several Christmas decorations, then was given some very tasty cough drops. (I’m not coffing, but still have a sore throat.) The entire visit was a total win.
Once home, my blood sugars were a bit low, so I ate my ENTIRE dinner (which made my glucose rise quite a bit a few hours later. The price of an abundance of yummy food. I should just google delicious treats and look at pictures!!) Mum, however, didn’t do as well. Hers started out high and then by 9 she had dropped to 25. Yes, you read that right. Her glucose was 25. AND SHE DIDN’T TELL ME! I went upstairs around 1030 (after my last shot) cuz I’d not heard any noise. I saw her sitting in her chair slumped over with her head on the arm. I spoke to her and she looked up and I asked her to check her blood. I went over to look at the chart and saw the low and got so mad at her! She replied she was fine and had opened herself up an ensure. Her glucose had risen, but I’m going to have to see what it is around 4 when I wake her up. As her radiologist nurse has said, “Kris, she’s not going to die from cancer, she’s going to die from Diabetes!” (She hasn’t been that low since her NP took away her insulin pump.)
I’m going to go bonkers with worry if I manage to actually leave.