Monday night: Vitals

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blue wild flax flower, unedited, morning lightSpO2=96%, P=64 bpm
Temp. = 96.8 °F
BP = 109/68 mmHg

Exercise = 3 miles (exercise bike), arm and wrist exercises, small weights

Sharon Shinn’s Elemental blessings: Grace, Intelligence, Change

The blessings fit in quite nicely with my goals for this time period, which include withdrawal from most interaction, contemplation on the changes that are taking place/have occurred already in my life following our parents’ deaths, and concentrating on getting my blood glucose level down/lose another fifteen pounds..

I didn’t get enough sleep, last night (5 hours), and I am heading the same direction tonight. The two poems that I wrote on the 26th of July (see TheWrittenWord.net/journal) are important.

I received in today’s mail the hardcover copy of Common Ground, by Ryan Pancoast, writer/illustrator. A children’s fantasy story of interspecies relations. I like it a lot.

Good night!

 

 

Late night: vitals

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Temp. 96.7 °F
BP 102/67 mm Hg
Pulse 65 bpm

Entirely too late to bed! I had run out of meat, and so we stopped at the grocery store for chicken breast meat and also milk and fruit. But not yogurt, because that store does not carry the right brand of Greek yogurt. Got the chicken baked and frozen, except for Monday’s meals. Did put the two poems I wrote on Wednesday at The Written Word at Home Blog, and the second, I put also on Quilted Poetry.

Thinking much about my (late) parents as I read their letters to each other. (Ref. the two poems that I wrote, Wednesday night.) They were quite absorbed in each other; I think I’d never realized quite how much. I am not sure that we were always real to them. Odd, that. And Mom’s memory fading, casting Dad as a villain, that last month, must have been devastating, even knowing that she didn’t know who he was. I think she blocked out her memory of him, once he had moved out of the house and she knew that he was no longer waiting there for her to come home.

Hence the poems. I had no idea what was going on. I do not know how I would handle the process of losing my memories, no longer recognizing my center. It frightens me. The idea of being on either end of that. Dad handled it well. But we’d never been close, and so we were not enough. We weren’t Mom. And so they are together again.

 

 

Notes: Beginning of Week

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Disorder

Still having problems with seasonal allergic reactions to nettles and dust, not helped at all by my pulling weeds in the wildflower garden, multiple days in the dry air. It seems as though this might be one of the factors raising my blood-glucose level…along with my not being able to exercise out in the gazebo due to the hot, the dust, and shortness of breath despite using the nebulizer (albuterol) three times within the past week.

My weight continues to inch down. Since December, I’ve gone from my weight’s being in the “obese” range to within 10 pounds of not being overweight for my height. My energy level and exercise currently vary in lock step with my allergic responses. Unfortunately, I have found that the side effects of the antihistamines are more troublesome than the allergic reactions (with the exception of the most acute exposures).

The touch screen has gone out on my primary computer, and I am finding that really do not function well without it. In the interim, I am using the Lenovo 2-in-1 310 Miix with Mom’s old keyboard; the 310’s keyboard is small/nonstandard, and with my eyesight not being good during allergy season(s), I depend on my touch typing skills.

Positives/Creating Order

L.E. Modesitt, Jr.’s new book, Assassin’s Price has been ordered in hardcover from Barnes & Noble, and I bought the .epub from ebooks.com on the release date. I have switched to that outlet from B&N for Modesitt’s books. They’ve got a nice online reader. I have read the eBook one and a half times, now, and the hardcover is to arrive by midweek. The gift card on file with B&N is holding up nicely; I have been doing lots of rereading, this summer. And as my eyesight will allow, I have been rereading books from the downstairs paperback library, making more decisions on what to keep and what to toss.

My blue wild flax plants are finally in flower, and I have gotten some nice pictures of them. The lighting in the new wildflower garden is not optimum for photographing the flowers. Also, they are crowded in that bed. I suspect also a lack of nutrition, being so close to the shrubs in both our yard and the back yard of the neighbor to the northwest of us.

Tuna steak is on sale at the local groceries, and my protein allotment per meal is 2 oz. of fish/meat/poultry or 2 eggs. A little fish goes a long way. I’ve been oven roasting it with Cajun seasoning, kosher salt and cracked peppercorns. I dare not feed it to the puppies!

Cutting back on some other monthly expenses, I have money to buy extra BG test strips to help me manage timing on meals and snacks and weed out the foods that raise BG levels more or more rapidly than I’d like. Testing only in the morning and evening does not do the job, and that’s all that the insurance covers.

My share of my parents’ insurance payout arrived in time for me to cover the added cost of wood siding for our backyard woodworking/hobby building. We have steered away from vinyl because of the toxic fumes from vinyl siding in case of fire (my breathing problems being the major factor), and the price differential had changed dramatically from when we did our original cost estimating. Al’s lifelong dream: to have a place for woodworking year around. I have no word on final settlement of their estate.

Nice things I did for myself:

I bought enough poster frames to hang all of the photo montages that the funeral home created for Mother’s and Father’s memorial gatherings and services. I don’t have a lot of room for hanging them on the walls, but I put them up one at a time and am rotating them.

I have been reading the letters that my sister has been transcribing from my parents’ correspondence albums, beginning from when they started dating, while he was stationed in Iowa (1941) ,through Dad’s being called up for the Korean War (1950). Both of my parents served in the Pacific theatre during WW II (Mom, in the Navy, in Hawaii, and Dad, in the Army in the Philippines). They were so much in love, and such romantics. I love too having photographs of them both from their childhoods on.

Vitals:

BP = 115/66 mmHg
P = 64 bpm
SpO2 = 97%
FBG = 135 mg/dL

 

Friday…awake, now

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I suppose that I should get up, now. A short night (unintentionally), but I suppose that I ought to get up anyway. Such nice dreams!

artwork - modified texture and color, blue wild flax flowers in garden

Blue Wild Flax

This photograph/art piece is from 2016, this date, taken in the former wildflower garden. Still hoping for more flax flowers in the new location, but very few have come up. I am disappointed, since they were much more fun to work with than the coreopsis and poppy flowers.

Suggestions for Thought:
synthesis
surprise
imagination

From Sharon Shinn’s Elemental Blessings Series

Vitals:
SpO2 = 96%
Pulse = 62 bpm
BP = 112/70 mmHg
Fasting BG = 121 mg/dL