When we left Chris, he was bitching... er, commenting on a recent Dr's appointment. Long and short of things, years of Pepsi abuse have left me with a high sugar content- high enough that I get to stick myself in the finger again (I had to for a couple months just before the genesis of this blog, after I had the blood filled balloon on my right calf removed). I first get put on a new medicine called Invokana, which sounds like a prayer session but actually is supposed to kick my kidneys' ability to pee sugar into the stratosphere. Unfortunately, it also has an adverse effect on a few things- I find it a no-no to get up fast, difficult to multi-task, and energy seems a thing of the past.
Combined with spending some time with Laurie's family Friday night followed by a Saturday nooner at work, it only took a meal out and three-quarters of a shopping trip to make me virtually useless the rest of Saturday and not a lot better Sunday. A walk just up the street to the office about wasted me, but today has been much better- in that direction.
So if you were expecting my usual Johnny Appleseed wrap up today, sorry about that.
|So yeah, no buffalo burgers this year. 2015 officially sucks!|
a) Changing the needle every time
b) taking a reading twice a day
c) pigs flying out of my butt
(Choose two of three)
Bright side, the Invokana is supposed to aid in weight loss. Prolly when I decide to just CHOP MY FREAKING HEAD OFF! (sorry for the whine; I know a lot of people are worse off than I am. But many of them can have Pepsi.)
I am dutifully trying to adjust my diet to things helpful in lowering my numbers. I haven't had a Pepsi in 4 days (and it shows...), I've got whole wheat bread, plenty of beans, including a delightful breakfast cereal made of them called Mighty Flakes. I've laid in some pink salmon for my "one serving of fish per week", and extra tomato juice, as that is perhaps the one thing I usually consume that IS good for me. Oh, and dark chocolate- one piece of 72% cacao every day or so. Helps to take the edge off the caffeine withdrawal headaches. And a pack of blueberries, though I may have an issue getting started with them since I can't put sugar all over them.
In the meantime, what about the Saturday work thing? That is rooted in a new customer called Misty Harbor (which has been suggested as a good name for an exotic dancer). MH Is very complicated for a lot of boring reasons. But they were added to OUR schedule because we expected (our biggest customer) to keep fooling around as they do, leaving us hurting for work. Well, the perfect storm hit: We have been way behind designing covers for some of these boats, which didn't stop dealers from ordering those very covers at the dealer meetings in mid-August, so now, we are getting catch-up orders for these covers as the originals get approved for production, meaning that we have a buttload of orders to do dated as far back as mid-August, and now (our biggest customer) is ordering 20% MORE covers than we would have expected in our wildest imaginings, but we still have to do the MH because they were ordered in Ft Wayne's system and though "we want NO OT because we have plenty of capacity at the other plants", we are still stuck with doing these HERE.
Thus the sign near the door- "9 hours per day every day this week- Saturday 6 hours possible."
But into each dark cloud, some light must break:
|Scrappy in his semi-usual sitting and sleeping position.|
|Scrappy at "Damnnit I want my treats" time.|
|Scrappy chased him up a pine tree Sunday.|
|I found this bone in the deep woods, and showed it to Scrappy. He took it and walked off. When I tried to take a picture, he'd drop it to sniff other things. Finally just made him sit with it. Leg bone to some unfortunate extremely bow-legged beast.|
|And a chipmunk actually posed for a moment!|