September 10, 2013
8:18am
FBG 127
A little high this morning. I kind of expected it. Woke at 3:40am with
my thigh and knee throbbing. I expected it because I had such a progressive day
at physio yesterday and worked the muscles. Realizing I was going to have to
take a dose of Ibuprofen I ate Ricotta and ¾ serving of 86% intense dark
chocolate for a total of 15 gm carbs, bringing my carb count to 57gms for a 24
hour period. That is about average for me but I thought I would take advantage
of the opportunity to see how the chocolate impacted my BG. I had no idea what
impact those sugar carbs would have. Now I do. About a week ago I indulged with one square of
the chocolate (1/4 serving, 4 gms) and
it had no impact. So now I know my limits. The thing is I did not truly enjoy
it, 86% is not as good as 70%, so I will use the rest to add about 4gm carbs to
my fat coffee every now and again.
11:56 am
PP BG 106 a little late got involved in the garden and the time got
away from me. Feeling wonderful, full of energy!
2:04pm
BG 91
4:00pm
PP BG 113
I finally gave in and could not take the pain anymore. I tried to watch
a movie and could not concentrate. The pain pills I take are weak; I took two
at a time today. After having a very accomplished day at PT Monday I ached so
much so that the Ibuprofen couldn’t touch it and since my heating pad broke I
was down a therapeutic measure. It was worth it. It was good to be without
pain, it’s been a long time.
8pm
BG 128 have been a little chilled tonight after muggy wet day, the a/c
has chilled the wet air so much it feels like Fall in the house.
Have been busy all day.
Worked on the photo project a bit. I started it a few days before I
injured myself, it has turned out to be a bigger project than I anticipated,
partly because I am constantly stopping to remember. Those days when my babies
were small passed so quickly, my grandson grew up overnight yet I can still
hear their baby chatter. Jason when he first began to talk, for some
inexplicable reason, called an egg “mambo”, ice cream cone was eye-re-kay-comb,
40 years later and I can still hear his sweet little voice speaking those
words. My baby Travis, always wanted a “piss”, meaning “kiss” and his son
Anthony loved “bood” (food) and loved to ask friends, when we would visit, if
he could look in the “brigerator”(fridge) or feed the “bish” (fish) which often
sounded like “bitch” when he was excitedJ
Ah me.
10:00pm
PP BG 97. Good. Finally got my target items on eBay, have a couple more
to post and then I am done for tonight.
Still feel pretty good. Bailey refused to go out in the yard because it
was wet, so I put her leash on and walked her a little in the front yard. The
training has worked; she walked great, without the harness! She didn’t pull me
and she did her business without dilly dallyingJ
Well off to finish my eBay. Starting the bidding off low, hope it doesn't
bite me in the butt.
Good night!
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