Up with the sun this Tuesday morning. Enough with morbidity. Yeah, some days life is tough, then you die. But for this sleepy morning, coffee and cake with Snookums sums up the reality. For this day, life is good.
I apologize for my last post. Things were grim that day. But I am unable to keep that level of the blues for long. Life happens, and you deal with it as it arrives. My predictor doesn’t work that well anyway, and I have discovered that the mere act of living day to day is all that is needed from me.
New hearing aids this afternoon. I hope they work out well. I miss so much in conversations that I have moved myself onto the internet and printed word. Everyone wants to talk to me, but no one wants to write. That sucks because I can’t hear them. The new aids work directly with the phone, so maybe I can discuss stuff with people and know what they said.
Still trying to work out all the mysteries of diet and insulin, and I have made some stupid mistakes. But I think I am finally getting the hang of it. I think the next move will be to begin “carb counting”, where you total your carbs and adjust your insulin for that. I think that will end that afternoon crash where my blood sugar gets dangerously low.
I am enjoying running errands again. I had lost so much interest through the long recovery spell.
I so much want to return to writing again. Fiction takes a bit of mental acuity, and it just hasn’t been there for me the last few years. But everything in small steps. Small glimpses into a new genre for me are pushing me toward the studio, but they still float out beyond mere words.
I am excited. Maybe this is the last update post and I can finally break free of this cocoon I have put myself into.