Farewell (I hope) Insulin....

Had a phone call with the Diabetic Doctor this morning to talk about lowering my Insulin I take every day. 

The only reason I started Insulin was due to the steroids I was taking (not any more though) raising my blood sugar levels. I haven't taken any steroids for ages now. Absolutely ages. So my logic was that if I'm not taking what gave me diabetes, why am I injecting myself with Insulin every day? It doesn't make sense. 

Unless what I've been told is wrong, of course. My blood sugar readings are around the 5 mark, rarely lower or higher than that - it all feels very average now. 

ANYWAY the doctors is just as annoying as the hospital when it comes to messages about things. So far I've had one on my email, one on my text messages on my phone and I'm not sure where the next one will come from. They keep me on my toes, I guess.... 

Dates

Good lord, I'm still bad with dates. In all my calendars I had my next hospital appointment as a certain day, when actually, it's the day before. It was only because a nurse phoned me to ask me to go in earlier for a blood test which is to be discussed in the second appointment. 

I'm relieved the hospital now has an app I can cross-reference and I'm also glad that I get phone calls like this - I feel so disorganised. 

I have a spreadsheet with every single appointment that we all have so I keep on top of it, as well as duplicating that information in my Calendar. It (mostly) works, I print out the spreadsheet and keep it with me when I'm making other appointments.

Or I make appointments for school holidays and then realise I'll probably be at work. (it's okay, I have annual leave). 

Anyway, just logging dates are getting muddled again. I bet I've already done this and I've forgotten. 

Happy Birthday to Me.

Yesterday was my 53rd birthday. Who'd have thought that I'd have had a nice, fairly quiet one? 

My sister and nephews visited and brought presents - including a life-sized cardboard cutout of Buddy the Elf from the 'Elf' movie. Buddy has made husband jump several times, much to my amusement. 

I'm trying to think of places to hide Buddy to continue being amused. 

We decided that as yesterday was a rainy day we wouldn't go far, but would go somewhere. In the end Polesden Lacey won, we had a nice hot baked potato and a good wander around the grounds - plus they had their deckchairs out, always a good move. 

Sadly my birthday cake is too sweet for my tastebuds, but I'm determined to have some soon. 

Stick-y.

Today I finally did it. I got into the car, we were driving to hospital, and I suddenly realised...

"I've forgotten my stick!"

We probably could have gone home to get it, but I figured I probably would be okay without it, and if I needed one I could borrow one from the hospital. 

But yes, today I went out without my stick. Getting out of the car was interesting. My legs seized up as well by the time I got home - which was a good excuse for an oily E45 bath to make my skin nicer anyway.... 

When I was getting a cannula fitted into my arm for them to add dye to me at the relevant part of the scan, another nurse was asked to do it as apparently "you were moving too much" - I had the most pain at one point where I was saying "ow! ow!" rather a lot. I never get like that....

Anyway, nurse #2 was asking some questions about my chemo side effects and said the magical words "Do you get a pins and needle feeling in your hands?" Yes! Yes I do! My Electric feelings! This was the first time someone had confirmed they knew someone else who had that feeling which has done a lot for my overall confidence. She then proceeded to tell me how her friend still doesn't have feelings in her hands six years later but we'll skip that one. 

Burpday

"Happy Birthday!" said the National Trust lady as she scanned my card.

I was impressed, I had never had this happen before.

"Is it in your systems?" I asked

"No, you're wearing a badge...."

Oops. I forgot. 

I Remember!

It's really not that exciting, but I remembered one thing.

So since my hands have gone super-dry and cracked, security on my mobile phone no longer works as it doesn't recognise my fingerprint any more. It will again one day, but right now - no chance.

So I'm resorting to pin's. Remembering passcodes. All those sort of things. For someone whose brain is healing it's quite an achievement, so far I've been able to get into everything. My fingers are looking better too so I'm hoping this weird part of it all will sort itself out. 

So yes, if you use your fingerprint for security, maybe set up facial recognition too. You'll thank me for it. I didn't do it and it keeps rejecting me. Sigh! 

My Memory is Bad

So every day around this time I potter around on the laptop, looking up things I need to. Then something happens - and I think "oh, ho ho ho this will be funny to blog!" and go into Blogger. 

Then I open a new page to post something, and whatever it was I was going to post is gone. I retrace my digital steps in case it reminds me, but no - nothing. 

It's irritating. I mean, whatever it is I've forgotten isn't going to change the world. Every time it comes back into my head I'm somewhere like the shower so know I won't remember it by the time I'm on the computer and I can't just write it down.  

So I'm posting to try to think of ways to actually remember whatever it was that came into my head - or in fact I should say, comes into my head repeatedly.