I slept so good last night! Maggie snuggled up tight against me, taking Debbie’s place at my side. This morning I was awakened by M.I.L. calling to see what my plans are for the day. As I struggled to wake Maggie had her head resting on Debbie’s pillow, such a cute sight!
Chatted with M.I.L and she too shares my anger/disgust/pissed off’dness at Debbie for taking off on the cross state move with her friend. During my rambles today I am going to try to meet up with M.I.L over in Georgia for a late lunch, if I can get there on time as it is a family thing and she will not be dining alone should I fail to make it.
Called Debbie this morning to see how things are going, they had just left the hotel and are heading to Mandy’s wife’s house to get Mandy’s posessions. Debbie of course questioned me on my schedule and I told her about the cookout and that I would head to Georgia to eat with her mom. She querried me if I was going to mothers to ride with her, indicating Debbie is pissed that I am riding my Harley. She does not realize I love to ride, that I bought the Harley for more than a commuter vehicle for work. I love the wind, I love the sound, I love the image of me on my bike. I am not a biker, but I love the imagery.
But now I am sitting here having coffee and letting my meds kick in. The right knee is killing me and the Sciatica is acting up, I had cramps in my legs when i got up, they have eased off with bit of Cyclobenzaprine. I have to cut those in half or quarters as they put me to sleep after taking them. Take a whole one and about 3 hours later I am sound asleep for 14 hours! This morning I have taken 2.5 mg, that eases the cramps, then I started thinking about my ride and the anxiety kicked in as I thought, worried and fidgitted over everything, traffic, emergency call should I brake down, oh the list went on and on. Then I have the Hydrocodone on board to kill the pain in the knees, shoulders and back.
My number sucked this morning, the Texas toast with the pork chops and eggs last night for dinner was bad, but my fucking addiction to Peanut Butter. I have my own jar put back that is mine as I swear I cannot go without a few spoons of Peanut Butter. It calls out to me like some imaginary lover, begging me to taste, and devoure her. God I am bad, no pathetic! The other night right at bed time my blood glucose number was 124, not bad, and going thru the kitchen turning off lights and such, the peanut butter called out to. I got my private jar and a spoon and oh it was a heavenly feast. Next morning my fasting blood glucose number was 224!!! Gads that was fucked!
So now I have all my diabetic meds in, plus my injections, BP meds in, and my asprin to guard me heart, plus a vitamin! I should be good to go as soon as I finish this 5th cup of coffee!!
Yeah, kicked the addiction to drinking beer, now it is coffee and peanut butter!..lmao
Have a blessed day, I bid you peace.
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