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It only takes a minute to read this.

A neurologist says that if he can get to a stroke victim within 3 hours he can totally reverse the effects of a stroke...totally.
He said the trick was getting a stroke recognized, diagnosed, and then getting the patient medically cared for within 3 hours, which is tough.

RECOGNIZING A STROKE
Ask three simple
questions:

S *Ask the individual to SMILE.

T *Ask the person to TALK and SPEAK A SIMPLE SENTENCE (Coherently)...
~i.e. It is sunny out today.

R *Ask him or her to RAISE BOTH ARMS.

If he or she has trouble with ANY ONE of these tasks, call an emergency number immediately and describe the symptoms to the dispatcher.

*New Sign of a Stroke -------- Stick out Your Tongue

If the tongue is 'crooked', if it goes to one side or the other that is also an indication of a stroke.

A cardiologist says if everyone who gets this e-mail sends it to 10 people; you can bet that at least one life will be saved.

I have done my part. Will you?
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I went by the barn Tuesday and Wednesday to start "playing" with Spirit on the ground. Colleen showed me how to use the rope halter and very long lead rope to use positioning of a "guide hand" (holding the rope some distance from his halter) and a "driving hand" (holding the rope near the free end) to signal Spirit to back up, stop (she'd already taught me this very early on in his stay there), not come any closer when he tries to approach me, and circle me in one direction and then another. Also to "bump" the rope to get his attention. (Need to learn more about this last one.) This was in the indoor arena, with a group of little girls watching. The girls are "campers" who take riding lessons, learn other things on the ground themselves from Colleen (parts of a horse, different bits, etc.), and have the "pleasure" of helping clean the stable. (Sound a bit like Crimson Acres, Samurai?)

I felt a bit foolish on Tuesday, since it took me a while to "get" some of the positions of my body and hands, and to drop the rope in the drive hand and switch so the drive hand becomes the guide hand to turn him in the other direction. Too much like having to walk and chew gum at the same time! Spirit was sometimes confused, but it was because of me, not him.

Later that day I unloaded the pieces of the futon frame Samurai and I had miraculously managed to cram into my Prius in Boston (a post on the rest of our Cape Cod trip some other time). In carrying the largest pieces around from the driveway to the basement door in the back of the house, I did something to my shoulder. I didn't realize it then, but when I woke up Wednesday morning, YE-OWW! (My Pilates teacher later said I had an "impingement.") What this meant was that I could not raise my right arm (and, thereby, hand) very high without considerable pain, and a hand about eye level with Spirit's eye is where a lot of the guide hand work takes place. So I told Colleen I couldn't really do that on this day.

"You can just watch," she said.

"Good!" I said. "That way, I can take notes -- and photos."

And here they are -- groupies included )
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I was very pleased to read this article Friday, but too busy to share it: In sum, it says that Boniva, a drug I am already taking to try to ward off osteoporosis, also reduces my chances of having a recurrence of breast cancer!

Win!

Apparently that story was published last year, but I missed it. This current story, which mentions it, is mainly about how these drugs also appear to *prevent* invasive breast cancer. (My breast cancer was not invasive, FYI.)

http://news.yahoo.com/s/ap/20091210/ap_on_he_me/us_med_breast_cancer_bone_drugs
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I had a mammosquish today . . . except it was a lesser mammosquish. Maybe it shouldn't even be called a mammosquish anymore.

My local health center has a new digital mammogram machine! I've heard about them, but didn't know my place had one.

WHAT. A. DIFFERENCE.

The pain/"discomfort" level was much, much lower than I've ever experienced before. And you don't have to stand there in an awkward position (well, it's still awkward, but perhaps not as much) while holding your breath for what seems like forever. You are *supposed* to breathe normally! And the whole thing goes faster than I recall, too! Not just the time you are being squished, but the time for the technologist to see if the images are clear enough for the radiologist to read. (To my XY friends, that could take a long time for film to develop. And we'd be sitting shivering in a johnnie in a cold, cold waiting room because the technology needed to stay cool, apparently. I was not aware of being cold this time, so maybe the temperature requirements have changed.)

I was in and out of there in record time. Didn't even have a moment to crack open the book I'd brought with me.

Long Live the Medical Technology Revolution.
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Well, blessed be, my cranky office monitor has been behaving itself! It didn't flake out on me at all on Saturday, when I spent much of a beautiful, sunny, warm day inside burning CDs to back up my files. Yes, I know, I should have done this long since. (A few years ago, I took my CPU in for a *tiny* problem, and Best Buy sent it off to HP, where instead of fixing the problem and returning the CPU to me, they trashed it and told me to get another one. So I lost all my work files.)

Anyway, as of Friday, it looked as if the Gateway that I got to replace it was the culprit, so I backed everything up on CDs, thinking I'd be hauling it to Best Buy (where it's under a service contract) and hoping history did not repeat itself.

Today, the monitor is still acting OK. Yes, yes, I *did* unplug and replug the cable between the CPU and the monitor -- did this on Thursday -- but the problem was still there Friday. Perhaps in *replugging* it back together Saturday, in order to back up the files, I made a better connection; or perhaps moving the CPU around giggled a loose video card inside back into place. Dunno. In any case, it's working now, and if it fails again, I can take the Gateway in and keep working on my older CPU, thanks to the CDs.

Spouse said yesterday that M., the wife of S. (a UU couple, lesbians; he knows M. because she is serving on our town's personnel committee, and she and Spouse are working with police on their contract) is interested in learning how to fly fish. I asked S. today if perchance she liked to ride horses. She does! So we may work with Spirit and Pixel in the paddock some time in the future if M. and Spouse go fishing.

I came home all fired up to clean the house, which is a pit. I'd like to have M. and S. over here for dinner, but can't while it looks like this. I did clean the upstairs bathroom a little, and did laundry, but not much else.

Today was/is cloudy and rainy. The benefit from the TENS treatment I had on Thursday has apparently worn off, and my tailbone area was hurting again this morning. Someone at church asked if I was OK, because she was seeing something on my face across the closing circle that we do at the end of the service. I told her my back hurt. She nodded, being in chronic pain (far more than mine) herself.

I don't know if that is why -- that pain --> tiredness, but right now, at not even 7 p.m., I am very weary and just want to go to bed. I haven't even gone out to feed the horses yet! I sneezed a moment ago, too. Allergies? Coming down with something? Again, I dunno. I ache all over, not just in my lower back.

So, I'm going to surprise and delight the horses by feeding them a little early tonight, so I can get dinner in the oven without having to think about much else.

Take care, everyone, if I'm not back on LJ tonight.
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I spent a considerable sum buying the "Q-towers" and clips so we could put a Yakima rack system on Samurai's Saturn. It was her Christmas present. The boxes have been sitting in the living room by her "spot" since then. I intended to install them today and use the 48" bars that had originally been on my Corolla (but which were too short for the wider Prius). The idea was that she could use the cargo box we bought in August to cart her goods to Suffolk (on my Prius) to cart things back and forth herself in the future, as well as carry her ski gear. AND, to be able to transport our two kayaks herself (especially when she and Mai are on the Cape with us this June) without hijacking my car. In theory, she'd just have to transfer the J-bars from my car to her rack system.

Hmmmph.

Wherein I get annoyed with myself for not doing my homework )

Last night I made a recipe from The Ultimate Rice Cooker Cookbook. I'd ordered two copies at the same time I'd ordered the small rice cooker for Samurai, had everything shipped to her to save on shipping charges('cuz I'm cheap that way), and asked her to bring the second copy home with her during spring break. There are some very interesting recipes in there! It includes "small meal" recipes, which means you aren't just cooking the rice, but vegetables and meat or other proteins at the same time. Kind of like a casserole or one-pot stovetop meal, only steamed instead of baked. And then there are other recipes for the use of the above-the-rice steamer basket.

Today was a lovely spring-like day. We could walk around without our coats, it being in the low 50s. (Of course, in a few months, we'll be thinking that is chilly!) Samurai and I went to the UU service, which was unusual -- "Jazz Theology: The Creative Pulse." Alison made some fascinating analogies between jazz and Unitarian Universalism, and all the music was jazz.

We went to the Route 9 Diner for a late breakfast, brainstormed places she might check out this week to see if she can get an application in for a summer job now (and came up with the same place at the same time, which she said meant we were reading the other's mind again; in this case, I think it's just because I know her interests). I shared [livejournal.com profile] starseeking 's comment about her not getting the RA position -- that something bigger and more suitable for her was waiting -- and she appreciated that. She is already planning to do some training with PFLAG in Boston to be someone schools or other places could call to get youth to come in and speak about their experiences, and was wondering if she could get a paid job doing filing or something for them this semester. She's also going to talk to a law professor who taught an undergrad course last semester who thought very highly of her, and who might have some connections.
 
After we came home, I basically sat around reading because my blood glucose had dropped and I felt shaky (was waiting for the treatment to kick in). She kindly did some "spring cleaning" on my laptop, removing a bunch of "temp" files and also doing something to prevent some never-used programs from loading when Windows XP starts up (such as Kodak Easyshare, which I never use). This thing would take forever to load, and now it springs into action! Arigato, Samurai!

It was just too nice to stay in, so once glucose was up, I went out and started picking up some of the smaller sticks that are littering our front yard from the December ice storm and subsequent winter winds and ice. It looks a little better now. (There is still some snow on the ground.) I don't know what we're going to do with all the larger branches. The main parts we can use for firewood, but not the parts with twigs. The tree guy who came twice after the storm to do work said he could come back to take down the dangerously damaged pine in the spring, and bring his chipper with him to get rid of everything. Or, I could get a brush burning permit and start burning some of it. I see several of our neighbors burning brush now.

It's been a low-key weekend here, which is good. I've been deligent with my physical therapy exercises, and can feel the difference. Spouse played the guitar a bit this afternoon (I could hear him playing inside the house when I was outside picking up sticks). He finally did the dishes (his job) and is now taking a little nap. I think I'll brown some ground beef for spaghetti, then take a quick shower before continuing the rest of dinner prep (I'm not doing the shower first because I don't want the cooking smell to get in my hair!).

That's about it. *pokes you if you've dozed off*
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Another night on CVS version of Tylenol P.M. produced another great fasting blood glucose (88), but I am still reluctant to do a lot of this pain med stuff. Tonight we'e had an early enough dinner, and no late meetings, that I'm willing to try just the muscle relaxer (which I haven't taken at all at this point). I need to be able to be up for a phone interview at 10 a.m., so hope that doesn't interfere with that!

The NE is supposed to be hit with a big snowstorm tonight, but it looks like our part will be spared the brunt of it. (Sorry, [livejournal.com profile] k2katie !)

I made major progress on tax prep today, which felt good. Hope to get everything over to the accountant early this week.

I'm going to read a bit while my Amish Bread bakes (someone gave me a friendship starter batch, which in a way was a pain in the ass, but it was also a nice gesture), and then take the muscle relaxer and crash.

Whatever PBS fundraiser we are watching, John Meyer  (sp?) just came on. Will watch.

Wow. O.O

Feb. 28th, 2009 12:04 pm
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As you might have inferred from a close reading of yesterday's post, I am rather reluctant to turn to pain medications. I'm not sure why this is so. Perhaps it's because I have to take so many "maintenance" meds and supplements every day, I don't want to pop yet another pill.

Last night I picked up Alison (my friend and UU minister, for those just joining us!) at her home and we drove down to the UU meetinghouse to set up an event called "Just Desserts." This is where people new to us and perhaps curious to know us better, are invited to a gathering with, well, desserts and beverages, to meet longtime members, board members, and the minister, and to share a little about ourselves and our spiritual journeys. (That's why I was baking brownies and cupcakes over the last two days.) It was a nice gathering. Of course, Alison and I had to stay to clean up afterward. Then upon heading home, it was so incredibly foggy that I could barely see the center line in the road, and we had to creep along at 15 mph in a 35 mph zone.

As as result, I didn't get home until after 10 p.m. In a classic example of "eat dessert first!" I had not yet had dinner. Spouse hadn't either. I assembled a Boboli shell pizza and salad as planned, and we had dinner around 10:45. Very Parisian of us, no? :)

Because it was so late, I didn't want to take the muscle relaxant and then wait at least an hour as instructed before taking the CVS version of Tylenol P.M. So I just took the Tylenol P.M.

OK, now to explain the subject line. Chronic stress -- including physical stress -- can elevate blood sugar in anyone. I have diabetes. In the last week or so, I've woken up with high blood sugar after a night of back and side pain -- somewhere between 181 - 288. I can correct it with a bolus from my insulin pump, and since the pain wears off during the day, the rest of the numbers are OK.

I think the tension of being in court all day on Wednesday aggravated the pain that night and Thursday night. On Friday, I woke up with a record high fasting blood glucose: 341. That's what prompted me to finally pick up the phone and make an appointment to find out if there was anything I should be doing about what I thought was just "pulled muscles."

So this morning, after sleeping like a log until 9:30 (I'm usually up by 8:30 on weekends, and even earlier lately, since lying around in bed is painful), my fasting blood glucose was... *drum roll* . . . . 78!!! (That's well within the normal range, for those who don't know such minutiae.)

*headdesk*
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Sunday, Feb. 8 was much like today -- delightfully warm (around 50). All the snow and ice in the driveway melted and ran downhill to make a puddle in front of the barn.

That evening, the temperature dropped sharply.

And I dropped sharply. The puddle had frozen into Zamboni-smooth ice, and walking out in the dark to the barn, I couldn't see it -- and I slipped and landed on my back. Hard.

In trying to break my fall, I'd involuntarily twisted my upper body to the right, flinging out my arm over my head. I was really surprised I hadn't broken anything. My lower back and right side really hurt, but it felt like muscles had been strained, not fractures.

Almost three weeks later, I'm still in pain. It's not so bad during the day, but at night, it gets much worse, and I'm having trouble sleeping. It is also very difficult to pull myself out of bed. Trying to raise my right arm more than a certain height causes pain that runs from my back around my side to my chest. I couldn't project my voice last Sunday when singing in the choir, because it hurt to breathe deeply and sing with my chest muscles. When I reached under an end table at my MIL's to pick up something that had rolled there, the angle of my reach caused a muscle spasm in my side that actually made me cry out.

But I just kept waiting for things to get better.

Well, last night the pain was worse than it's been. This morning I decided enough was enough. I got an appointment with a nurse practitioner I don't know (the usual one was booked). I really liked her. She poked around and said that she felt I had not only pulled muscles and injured a joint at the side of my lower back between the back and the hip (I can't remember what it's called), I had . . . sprained some ribs.

I didn't know one could sprain your ribs, but why not? Like ankles and wrists, they're attached by ligaments to other bones -- in this case, to the backbone and the sternum: http://www.mdadvice.com/library/sport/sport125.html (I'd say from this that I have a grade one sprain. Whew.)

So, I'm scheduled for an evaluation on Tuesday in the physical therapy department, where they may decide to "tape me" (I see the link talks about elastic bandages or rib belts; sounds good already!) as well as give me PT and teach me exercises to do myself. Meanwhile, I've been prescribed a muscle relaxant to take at night (and in the day, if necessary, if I'm not going to be driving), and told to take the CVS version of Tylenol P.M. that I already have here, and took once with good results. But I'm not supposed to take them together -- at least an hour apart. (She had offered me a prescription for Percocet instead, but the idea gave me the willies and I decided against it.)

I probably should opt out of choir until I get a bandage or rib belt.

OK, off to frost cupcakes for tonight's dessert gathering.

Digging in

Feb. 18th, 2009 06:02 pm
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Snow was forecast for today and tomorrow, and in fact it started up this afternoon.

I've been sick since about, oh, Friday; probably shouldn't have even gone to visit MIL in hospital on Saturday, but at the time I thought I was getting *over* this endless cold that everyone has been complaining about. Wrong. I got worse on Sunday, and by the end of an otherwise lovely visit with SIL M (up from North Carolina -- hadn't had a real conversation with her in a couple of *decades,* in fact, because I've always seen her at big family gatherings where the negative energy gets in the way), I was feeling pretty miserable physically.

Well, Spouse started coming down with The Bug on Monday (so I did the driving to the RR station and back when we took Samurai down there). Today he stayed home from work and slept ALL day. (He is not one to take sick days unless he is really, really ill.)

I decided this afternoon before the snow/ice came to rearrange the cars (Samurai's was parked in a place where it would be best for the snowplow guy to push the mountain of driveway snow), do some minor things in the barn I've been putting off (like installing a new salt block holder), fill bird bath and feeders, empty compost jar while I can still easily make my way to the bin, and check that I still have enough grain to last until Friday. (I do.) This way, I won't have to go out again tomorrow at all, and can throw myself completely into a challenging assignment due ASAP.

When I came back from the Co-op about 4:30, Spouse was still in bed. It struck me that I hadn't even heard him get up to pee (heck, I know *my* bladder won't last that long!), and I was thinking of looking in on him just to see if he were breathing. (Yes, I've been a bit spooked by MIL's heart attack.) Just as I was heading up the stairs I heard him cough. And now he's up and downstairs.

I also spent part of yesterday and today . . . washing Legos. Yes, Legos. And wooden blocks. And a cloth bag (printed with "Bag o' Blocks") that the said blocks originally came in. Samurai had given me permission to take the Legos, at least -- and I'm assuming the blocks will be ok, too -- to the hospice shop, which is looking for kids' toys to sell. Some of the Legos had what were probably 12-year-old remnants of chocolate chip cookies embedded in them!

I also managed to get a paid work job done, too; best of all, the mail carrier picked up an invoice addressed to the client!

Sick

Jan. 22nd, 2009 05:36 pm
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I was driving home yesterday when I began having a very odd sensation around my nose and eyes. This morning I woke up very, very tired and with a painful right ear (feeling very hot) and pain and heat radiating down the side of my face to the right side of my throat -- the good ol' eustachian tube, I imagine. Also a runny nose on only one side of my nose (the right, of course). I thought it very bizarre to have a cold that involves only one side of my face.

I called the church to ask the office administrator something, and found out she's had the same thing! It started on just one side, then traveled over to the other side. And she has had it since Monday, and was out of the office all week until today (and she still feels awful). She says this is going around.

Oh, great.

As I was talking to her, I had to swallow a few times, and both times said involuntarily into the phone, "Ow!"

I haven't had the energy to do anything today, really, except putter on email and LJ. (Perhaps you've noticed.)

I was going to go out to the new Home Depot to see if I could get a small quantity of insulation to put at the bottom of our oil tank to protect the oil line (which exits it by the floor in the garage, then is routed up along a carrying beam in the top of the garage) from extreme cold. The fellow who came to fix the furnace on Sunday said that the cold last week might have contributed to the problem -- the oil coming out into the exposed line was turning to gell and it was hard for him to prime the pump, or something, after he replaced some parts -- and we should do this.

Ah well. Tomorrow, maybe. I decided to stay home and figure out what to make for dinner with what we have on hand, which is what led to the post about the Japanese food website. I have leftover rice, some vegetables, baked tofu, eggs . . . you can see where that's headed.

I should skip Small Group Ministry tomorrow, to spare the others from this.

After an ibuprofen, I'm at least not saying "Ow!" every time I swallow now.

ETA: Now my left ear is itching. Maybe this whole thing will be less annoying if it's at least symmetrical! ;-P

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Or, shivering, that is. With the room temp. 68 degrees. It looks like I'm getting the ailment that Spouse developed Wednesday and kept him home yesterday.

Oh, crud. I can't afford the down time....
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The last few days have been busy but good.

Yesterday I went to the New England UU Conference, came home with a lot of ideas about Social Action projects, plus a new bumper sticker and a tee shirt! :P

Today our friend Stan, state senator, gave a GREAT talk (not sermon) about how we should redefine what it means to be a patriot. I will post once we get link from our UU church web site. It was brilliant. I gave the greeting and led responsive reading. Our choir (self included) did a terrific job on two South African songs (in Zulu, which was a bit of a challenge).

Afterward, I went to a sale at Penney's and FINALLY was able to put together (from "separates") a black pantsuit with pants with belt loops (so I can attach insulin pump via belt) and a jacket. I haven't needed "business wear" for 13 years, and having the pump makes wearing dresses difficult. I can put it in a pocket on a half slip, but if it beeps at me during a meeting, that means I have to hike up my skirt and fish in the pocket and haul it out to turn it off, which would hardly look professional! The "garters" that supposedly hold it around one''s thigh tend to slip if one is wearing pantyhose, and even without pantyhose, the elastic does weaken, causing the whole thing to slide down toward one's ankle. Not a good solution. So I prefer wearing the pump on my belt, if I can only get belt loops!

And speaking of pumps ... I got a notice Saturday that had me steaming. My Deltec Cozmo insulin pump's four year warranty expiring. "After your warranty expires, we will be unable to replace your current system if a problem arises." Meaning, unless I go back to using long-acting insulin by syringe, I'm dead. Literally. OK. BUT ... the only way out of this is to PURCHASE A NEW INSULIN PUMP. I was kindly provided the paperwork to fill out and fax in to Deltec, which will very kindly "contact your insurance company to verify your benefit coverage, then get your new CozMore insulin technology system to you right away."

That's nice ... but that means I'll be having to pay about $1100 out of pocket for the pump. When my current one works fine.

What a racket. >_
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Just got the mail. This won't mean much if anything to those of you unfamiliar with diabetes, but the results of my A1c lab test from last week arrived: 7.2. In April, it was 8.1. It's been in the high 7s or low 8s for ages, so this is progress!
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I was amused today to come home with very similar products for a horse and a human (each getting long in the tooth).

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Doctor's appointment went OK. Read more... )
After all this, went to a meeting with the guy who inherited the hastily put together, and not well done, church web site made by an amateur volunteer in 1997. K, a recently retired OIT specialist from the university, does know what he is doing. The interim director of religoius education recently made her own web site for her quilting business, and asked for this meeting. I came along as president, newsletter editor, and the various myriad other hats I wear. I got there a bit late, and they'd already come up with some wonderful ideas. I chimed in here and there. I think we're going to have a much better website, in terms of content/usefulness as well as appearance. Cool!

Came home to find lots of emails from clients. I am suddenly being bombarded with work. Good  in many ways, bad in others. I need a little more free time in the next couple of weeks, and won't have it.

Su and I went out to dinner for our mutual celebration of birthdays. She, too, had gone to Ireland last summer with her son (18 months older than Samurai). I showed her my photos (on laptop), and she showed me hers -- because the restaurant had wifi and she could get onto the album at the site of the company where she'd sent her film to be developed and turned into digital images! We are both horse lovers, and enjoyed recalling our horses and equestrian adventures in Ireland.

The Mexican restaurant did not have chili rellenos (guess I'll just have to make some), but I did have a nice spinach-filled enchilada, plus side dishes of rice and beans.. We exchanged gifts, and I ended up with (appropriately) Great Irish Tales of Fantasy (by Joyce, Yeats, Lord Dunsany, others)  that she'd picked up over there.

Su has a new hobby... not ghosthunting (she doesn't call it that, since she believes it is intrusive, and I have to agree), but -- can't remember what she calls it -- ghostwatching or maybe ghostlistening. She had some interesting stories to share. What was nice is that there was one instance where something didn't make sense to her, and I suggested an explanation that clicked.

I'm going to  be very busy the next few days; may not be on much. (Sure, right! you snort knowingly.)
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http://aje.oxfordjournals.org/cgi/content/full/161/6/565

You have to wade through a lot to get to the point:

The mechanism through which changes of seasons would induce changes of A1c values is unknown, but our study sheds light on one potential mechanism. A possible explanation for seasonal fluctuations in A1c levels could stem from the excess food consumed at the time of the winter holidays celebrated in the United States.  (Bullshit. See next BF below. -- ar_wahan)  Several studies have reported seasonal fluctuations in body weight (50Go–52Go), higher winter fat intake (52Go–55Go), and winter-related difficulties in achieving weight loss relative to the summer (56Go, 57Go). Physical activity has also been reported to diminish in winter months in several settings (58Go–64Go). However, several studies have demonstrated that some risk factors for cardiovascular events, especially lipids, have seasonal variation independent of age, gender, diet, body mass index, or physical activity (50Go, 51Go, 65Go–68Go). Our study supports a seasonal effect on A1c independent of a dietary indiscretion/"holiday effect," since this would be expected to be present regardless of temperature fluctuations in the climate. (Emphasis added by ar_wahan)

Although it is not known how changes in temperature would induce changes of A1c values, we suspect it could be a physiologic response to cold, as reflected in changes in blood pressure and heart rate variability with cold temperatures (1Go, 4Go–6Go, 10Go, 11Go). One study reported temperature-mediated fluctuations in venous blood glucose after a 2-hour glucose tolerance test, but glucose values were lower in cooler temperatures (69Go). The finding in our study, that the greatest contrast was observed for moderately cold temperatures but less so for extremes, is intriguing. Diabetes patients may well remain largely indoors with minimal exposure to cold in extremely cold climates, but they may venture outdoors more during moderately cold temperatures, resulting in higher actual exposure to cold temperatures. Further exploration of this possibility is warranted.


FYI, my highest A1cs have always been the ones taken in January. And they drop dramatically in April.

Today

Nov. 28th, 2007 07:53 pm
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I went off to Northampton for a session with Kelly, the insulin pump guru, on making "advanced programming settings" on my upgraded insulin pump. There is a feature called Hypo Manager that tells you just how many carbs to consume to get a low BG of a certain mg/dl back up to your target. For those of you who have never had low blood glucose (hypoglycemia), it can feel like an anxiety attack, and thinking can be not quite as sharp as you'd like. Because your brain feels this really desperate need for carbs (orange juice, for example), it is easy to overtreat the problem. Which then leads to high blood glucose, which you don't want, either! Anyway, this new pump is supposed to tell me how many carbs I need to get back into target from various low levels.

Long story short... I had a low of 53 this evening, entered it into the pump, but even though Hypo Manager is enabled, it didn't do anything. I just treated the low as I always do. This post is mainly a reminder to self to check the manual again, and if I can't figure out why the software didn't tell me how many carbs to take, to call Kelly, who said to call if I had any questions.

EDIT: I think I know what I did wrong. I entered the 53 into the pump as I usually enter it, in the "BG Value" menu. If instead I'd entered it into the "Correction Bolus" menu, that would have activated the Hypo Manager.
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Yep, that cold I felt coming on is ... well, not just a head cold. Lower regions of the anatomy are affected too.

I went to my covenant group at 10 a.m., came home feeling worse and worse, and asked the AE if I could buy another day on the letter due today. Thankfully, he said yes. By the time I got the answer, I had eaten some chicken soup and was feeling better, so I've made some good progress on the letter. But would still not have been able to finish it today.

As I labored away, Jesse Cat came in to remind me the sacred dinner hour was approaching, and I realized, OMG!!!! I had cat food for the beasties tonight, but none for tomorrow. That's why I was driving around in the dusk in the last post -- went down to the aging hippie co-op (at ten minutes away, the nearest place to buy anything here) to get a can to tide us through tomorrow morning. I hate spending 99 cents for a small can of cat food (even if it is organic, it's still too expensive), but it beats driving 20 minutes.

Meanwhile (*sigh*) the principal at another client firm apologetically emailed that the "terrific" (her words) letter I wrote yesterday needed to be revised. Not because of anything wrong that I (or she) had done -- we had dutifully followed marching orders -- but because the decision maker at the nonprofit had suddenly come up with a different set of marching orders. Now I need to fit a couple of "inspirational stories" into the letter, when before there had been no stories provided or requested... This, FYI, is considered a "change of direction," so I will be given credit for it. (Translation: I get an extra hatch mark on my list of monthly projects, since I'm paid by retainer; if I were to bill non-retainer clients in the same situation, it would mean I could bill them extra.) The problem will be in getting this extra copy to fit in the same number of pages. I have until Monday or Tuesday. (I have another, very short assignment due Tuesday, when I also have to go to the dentist, so I told her Monday.)

I'm supposed to go to a workshop from 9 - 2 tomorrow at church on end-of-life issues; I may cancel my attendance because of health and all this other stuff. I want to be well enough to go with Samurai to "The Mikado" (appropriately) tomorrow night.

Never did get to the bank to deposit my check, or to Linens-n-Things to get my dryer racks.

But, tomorrow is another day.
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I learned something new yesterday! In 1989, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. I was told that I "might" go on to develop "lean Type II diabetes" in my fifties. (I weighed 127 pounds when I became pregnant.) I thought at the time that this whole thing about Type II diabetes was weird, since my mother was Type I.

Six months after Samurai popped out, I was told I was "borderline" lean Type II. I ended up trying to manage it with diet, then after 19 months, gave up and went on the pills -- which I was told might not work for lean Type IIs, but did in my case -- and finally, when I started having hot flashes and my blood glucose would go wacky as a result, I went on insulin. But I was still being told I was a lean Type II.

Anyhoo... at some point in my medical history, my medical record was changed to say I was Type I -- but no one bothered to tell me! (I noticed this when I was peeking at my file when the practitioner left the exam room to get something. :P)

Yesterday my diabetes specialist asked me how long I'd had diabetes. I told her this story. She said their understanding has evolved since 1989. What I was told back then was what they believed. Now they are talking about this -- and reading the link below, I see that I'm a textbook case!


She's a LADA... (cue Tom Jones!) )

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