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Confession time, I have relapsed. Of course I’m talking about my diabetes. Remember when I bragged about snapping out of it? Well, well. Not so fast.
By the way, you know how easy it is to admit your own mistake, more so here on WordPress? This is my lame excuse for putting posting on hold. I am beating myself up; not that it helps any.
No I didn’t snap out of it. My diabetes merely went into hibernation but it was still there regardless. Like hiding in the bushes and waiting for a good moment to lunge at me. Meanwhile, thinking I was in the clear, I consumed a few cans of the new flavor of Mountain Dew, lemon lime ice. It listed only 25g of carbs. Since one carb is 15g, the 25g would comprise roughly a carb and a half. So I thought it wouldn’t hurt to try. It didn’t really taste like a good old Mountain Dew but still good. I enjoyed it, albeit for a short while.
Checking my morning fasting BG, and it’s 125.
I quit Mountain Dew on the spot. Started watching my carbs like a hawk, drinking a lot of water, having snacks every once in a while and measuring them by a cup, which I think is pretty safe. One cup at a time. About a week later, the morning fasting number is 121. A tad better but still not out of the woods.
I don’t know what possessed me to drink this stuff. Upon close examination, it does list high fructose corn syrup that should have made all my bells ringing. But alas, it didn’t.
Here’s the picture of a culprit (not counting myself).
So now I’m behaving and giving away all the Mountain Dew cans to my neighbors and the garage staff. I keep them in the fridge and the weather is hot here in the Midwest, so when I offer someone a cold one, everyone’s happy. I assume that none of them have diabetes. I am happy too.
It’ll take a long time to get my BG back to normal. Am not seeing the doctor and definitely am not looking forward to start taking diabetes medications. I am doing the right thing now and my fasting BG is getting better. At one point the postprandial was 112. So I’m getting there. Slowly but surely. Still am not taking any meds but I should have known better than that.
So now no one can tell me about diabetes cure. Think you’re cured? Drink some regular Mountain Dew and then check your morning fasting number. I bet you and I will be on the same boat then.
Thanks for the ear.
UPDATE: in the following morning, my fasting BG is 114. Being proactive and resisting temptations really works. Here’s to hoping it’ll go down some more.
This actually isn’t a question. The story is, at some point in time I signed up to receive questions from Home Depot online community. Said questions are going to the peer-to-peer Q & A. I usually google my answers while wondering why everyone else can’t do the same. Everyone nowadays is conditioned to getting instant answers as well as using numerous apps to about the same effect.
Here comes the question. Someone wants to know if a certain floor lamp is compatible with a smart bulb so it could be Alexa controlled. I was tempted to say, get off your ass and turn the darn lamp on or off by hand! But of course this wouldn’t fly or in other words, there is no way that Home Depot will allow this to be published so I figured I might as well bite my tongue. After a bit of googling I answered that the smart bulb has to be equivalent to 150W standard bulb.
If if you think that this app can’t be hacked, don’t bet on it. CBS News reports that between 75 and 80 percent of Android or Apple apps are hacked. Of course there are ways to prevent this but why having certain apps when you can pretty much do without and avoid the resulting headache. I bet the smart bulb app can be hacked, too.
By the way, ditto for the baby monitors; I just read an article about this on Techwalla website. Someone has purchased FREDI Wireless Camera baby monitor enabled with WiFi on Amazon. The video feed could be accessed from a smartphone app and then you could watch your baby sleeping from the comfort of your living room. So far so good.
The next thing the baby parents knew, the camera was hacked, the cops were called and of course nothing could be done. Amazon tells them to contact the manufacturer, the number is out of service and the buyer is out of luck. Couldn’t even leave a product review. The only option they’re left with, is to toss said monitor and call it a day. Had they opted to check on their baby in person, nothing of the above would have happened. I used to do this back in the 1980s and I can assure you, no one dared to hack me.
There are too many apps around, that’s what I am thinking. And I don’t even own a smartphone. That might explain my feelings. YMMV
Remember the day when the meds prices skyrocketed? I called Walgreens for a refill and was shocked to hear the price of a tube of psoriasis ointment, as far as I remember it was well over $100.
At the time I thought that Walgreens has lost all its marbles but quickly learned that this was a new trend. According to CBS Chicago, it now costs whopping $300.
All I could think of at the moment was how huge a hole this would blow in my budget. Mind you, I am happily retired on Social Security and my fixed income is recognized as low even by Uncle Sam. I decided there was no way I pay this kind of prices. And decided to stop taking all the meds at once and see what happens.
At the time I was taking a handful of meds yet none for diabetes. I had to see my PCP doc every three months and have blood drawn. The doc wouldn’t prescribe a refill unless I come to see him. In other words, it was lots of unnecessary hassle now topped with the high prices, let alone copays.
So I quit taking all the meds at once. And didn’t notice much of a difference. I am now having good days and bad days, but I had them back in the day when I was faithfully taking all my meds just as well. Since I didn’t need a refill, I didn’t make the next doctor appointment until about a year later. That was when I found out that my A1C had taken a dip from 6.20 to 6.0. Scroll up to 2018, and it’s 5.9.
According to my doc, I have officially snapped out of diabetes and upgraded to a pre-diabetes, and now have to be careful not to have diabetes. These are his exact words. Neuropathy however isn’t going away being a permanent nerve damage after all. Will have to live with it.
I however can’t take a full credit for this. Aside from dropping the meds, I didn’t do half of what is traditionally advised for the diabetes management. I was physically active alright but didn’t exercise per se. I did watch my carbs but my comfort food was and still is Ramen Noodles, 3 minutes in microwave. Ask anyone and they’ll tell you that noodles are bad for diabetics. But the fact remains, my A1C went down and hopefully will continue this way. Maybe Ramen Noodles deserve some credit after all. 😉
In my humble opinion, dietary changes for sake of diabetes management are highly overrated. You can watch your carbs and do everything right but stop for a moment and take a close look at your current meds. Most likely that at least some of them are a culprit; in other words, your medications might cause you to have high blood sugar or diabetes which is basically the same thing.
In my case, I don’t know which one caused diabetes but I don’t care to know. For now, I am in the clear.
Am doing a happy dance.
It’s unbelievable what some folks are getting away with. I am talking about a cop who has abused his power. Google his name, John Kovach Jr, it’s all over the net.
This is how it started. Daddy didn’t approve of his daughter’s boyfriend and even threatened to use his authority to make her life difficult. Apparently the daughter didn’t heed so daddy decided to take the law in his own hands, and on April 16 set his plan in action. Daddy-cop tracked his daughter’s computer to a friend’s house, drove his police cruiser to the location and lied in wait.
As soon as he spotted the boyfriend’s car, daddy flipped on his flashing lights and made a traffic stop. Which by the way he didn’t report to the station, a violation at least theoretically. The police dash cam in the cruiser captured the entire scene.
Daddy proceeded to threaten the boyfriend with false arrest and going to jail. When the young man asked why, daddy told him he’ll make up the charges. Daddy then kidnapped the boyfriend and put him in the back of the cruiser. So far his daughter was nowhere to be found but a woman whose kids were riding in the boyfriend’s car, approached. Daddy threatened her with searching her home to look for his daughter without a warrant or a probable cause.
She in turn told him that he was abusing authority and bullying. Daddy cop kept to his old script of getting her in jail if she as much as called 911. She called anyway, and daddy didn’t follow up on his threat.
Finally daddy found his daughter who was hiding inside the boyfriend’s car. Quite predictably, he dragged her outside and pushed inside his cruiser despite her protests. If this isn’t kidnapping, then what is?
Meanwhile the station dispatched daddy since he was listed as available. Daddy cop however was too busy fixing his family life while on the clock, and did not respond. Later on this was mentioned only briefly and likely this wasn’t a violation. Hmmm. An equivalent of a false 911 call or too many 911 calls for which you can even get arrested. Unless of course, you’re a cop.
Surprisingly enough, daddy’s actions were investigated. He was put on an administrative leave and a couple of weeks later even fired. But the story doesn’t end here. Enter police union who appealed the case on daddy’s behalf. Speaking of double standards, if anyone other than a cop impersonated an officer or kidnapped an 18-year old girl, he’d be in jail as soon as the police were involved, yet this guy is walking free with FOP trying to get him reinstated so he can abuse more people.
Fired, that’s all? No kidnapping charges for him, just termination? How about violating civil rights, wrongful imprisonment, making a false arrest? Act of terrorism? He shouldn’t be a cop anywhere, if you ask me, but likely will get hired in a small town where no one will check on him. Apparently as an old adage goes, cops are above the law aka our taxes at work. Yeah what else is new. Too bad no code of ethics for the cops exist.
I have to say a few words about color-blindness. This isn’t mentioned anywhere but I happened to notice. This is a bi-racial dating; the boyfriend is black while the girlfriend is white. Both of them appear just as happy together; what is wrong with daddy?
I bet this isn’t the first boyfriend she’s dating, and can’t help but wonder would daddy’s reaction be the same had this boyfriend been white. This is the question of the day.
First off, I only blog when I am in the mood to write. Unfortunately this doesn’t happen on a daily basis but I found a way around it. What I do is to write 2-3 posts and schedule them to go live in every other day. If I write say, 3 posts, I am covered for almost one full week. Then I have some time to stop and think, maybe do a revision or two, and plan the next batch. I know I didn’t invent a bicycle here, but somehow this does wonders to my motivation to write. What can I say, this works for me. Kudos to WordPress for having this feature.
After having read a few horror stories how folks get in trouble for posting images from the net, I decided to concoct my own this time around. I opened a new blog window from the dashboard, filled in the title, took a screenshot and shrank it a bit. Now I am in the clear.
No, I don’t own a brand new car; I simply can’t afford it. Someone however begs to disagree. I am talking about Mary1 that I blogged about another day. I am driving her around in my Volkswagen New Beetle circa 2002, snap orange color in excellent condition, low mileage and no rust. Somehow Mary1 thought it was brand new. She told me that she liked it and that it even smelled like a new car.
I washed the dash with water and soap and vacuumed the interior, but other than that, I am not sure what exactly smelled to her like a new car. I don’t use any air fresheners so I am puzzled.
She asks, “Is this a new car?”
I say, ummm, no.
After a period of silence that ensued, Mary stated gravely, “You bought a used car.” This sounded like a verdict of sorts.
What exactly does she expect? Granted, she lives in an apartment that I would never be able to afford. I take it she is used to buy new cars, and new only, in her younger days. But she has hired me through a home care agency and not as a private driver. She really thinks that I’d be driving her around for a couple hours at $10 an hour while being able to afford a brand new car? Not happening. She should have hired a private chauffeur then, if you ask me. I however am keeping my mouth shut.
No more questions, I brought her back to the point A, end of the day. I’m headed home.
Here’s a picture of my Bug. Looks young, doesn’t it? Volkswagen has produced only 2,000 of these. Everyone asks me if it has a stick shift, but no, it’s automatic. Under 70,000 original miles.
Friday is the best day of the week, mainly for the reason that the working week is over, at least for those who work Monday through Friday. For the rest of us who don’t, it’s still good as Friday is a payday. I for once get my direct deposit every Friday and am loving it. It makes a nice difference in my low income bracket. Yay
Happy Friday, everyone! Have a great weekend.
I work a few hours a week for an agency that provides care for the older folks in their homes. I come to people’s homes and do whatever needs done. In this blog, I am not going to use the clients’ real names for the privacy reasons. I will collectively call all of them Mary. Another day I blogged about Mary1 in response to a Daily Prompt, and now I’m visiting Mary2. First thing we do is prepping for the Laundry Day.
Mary2 is a perfectionist. She does everything perfectly; even her queen size bed is always made exactly the same way. The sheets and everything look precisely the same each and every day.
Mary2 is headed to the hamper, out which I pull a shopping tote with the laundry. She picks each and every piece of lingerie, underwear and whatnot, by the top of it, and neatly lays it on the floor. This yields three neat piles. Then she picks each pile and ever so carefully places it into a huge plastic shopping bag from Bed, Bath and Beyond, one on top of the other. Done, and off to the washing machine it goes.
You know how everything gets agitated in the washer and the dryer? So what’s the point of folding them so perfectly? I am however not asking this out loud; just watching in amazement.
Done with the laundry prep, we’re headed to the kitchen. Mary2 wants to make a cup of coffee for which she uses a little Melitta coffee filter placed on the top of a brewing cone which in turn goes to the top of her coffee mug. My task is to pour EXACTLY 2-1/2 cups of water from the water filter pitcher into the measuring cup. Per chance I happen to pour just a bit more water, she will catch up on that promptly and will pour the extra quarter of a cup down the sink.
What’s the point? She’ll still be using just as much water as it takes to fill her coffee mug. Again, I’m not asking this out loud, just smile sweetly and say sorry.
Then Mary2 sits down to the table for her morning coffee and offers me a Dark Chocolate Dole Banana Dipper. My carbs special. I try to refuse, she insists; repeat. And then she goes, some people can’t have it because they have diabetes.
Again, I am not saying this out loud. I am screaming inside, like what is your business whether or not I have diabetes? You hit the nail right on the head, happy now? On the outside, I am smiling and thanking for the treat. I am just not in the mood for chocolate right now, Mary2. Maybe next time.
The working day was over soon, and I’m just as happy.