Category: Random Thoughts

The junk that pops into my brain

The Alerts Just Keep on Coming…

~ JodiLea
Diabetic Equipment Stuff

My new insulin pump gets data from the CGM (blood sugar monitor) and adjusts the insulin rate accordingly. It is like I have a working pancreas most of the time. Some settings must be adjusted, and I must do my part by entering carb data. Until those things become routine, I have alarms going off day and night. That’s right—an alarm alerts me if my glucose is too high. I will give myself insulin to correct the high. Now, I get alerted to the fact that my glucose is dropping too quickly. OK.

The next alert is because my glucose levels are dangerously low. To treat this, I must eat/drink sugar. Then, the whole cycle starts over. My daily chart looks like the Himalayas. I don’t mind the alarms/alerts so much, but my puppy freaks out when she hears them. My hubby usually hears them before they wake me up, so he is annoyed. With me.

When anything beeps or buzzes in my house, everyone looks at me—like I am the only thing that beeps! The dishwasher, washing machine, computers, and telephones also make noise. Since the equipment is also new to me, I can’t be sure if it’s me or something else. I do know one thing: I’m exhausted.

I put the equipment on silent, so most of the alerts don’t sound. However, the critical ones bypass any volume setting and blare at max decibels. Since I must keep the sensor reading equipment within 20 feet of my person, this is quite jarring. Imagine how unnerving it is to sit next to me in a quiet meeting when my blood sugar begins to tank. It actually unnerves everyone in the building, but the closer you are to the source (me), the worse it is.

Technology has done wonders for diabetics to become more balanced and healthy. I have to wonder, though – is it eroding my mental health to live like this?

TTFN

Road Work Ahead

~ JodiLea

Don’t you hate seeing these signs?


I do. I see them all spring & summer. I understand that’s when they can work on the roads. I had to laugh, though, when I came across this photo.

All 3 holes can be hazardous on the road.

Summer weather means even more road work. The little mountain town I live in always needs repairs to the roads. We are talking steep, windy roads, logging trucks, potholes, and sinkholes Galore. Hmmm – that sounds like a future poem.

I would love to know what city/state displayed this sign. Whoever they are, I give them kudos for having the guts to mention the most dangerous road conditions out there. Unfortunately, Cal-Trans has no remedy for a__holes. This means it is up to us, the safe and sane folks on the road, to be aware.

I drove to a town below Arnold that is 6 miles away as the crow flies but is a 15-minute drive along a twisty highway. Within that 15 minutes, three vehicles crossed the double-yellow lines to pass me. This was completely unnecessary since I was moving along at 4 miles over the speed limit. I see these extreme speeders on every road I am on. Even parking lots.

I used to ask, ‘What is wrong with people?’ Until a good friend showed me a scripture in the Bible that explained things. If you are wondering the same thing about people today, you should look it up. It explains a lot.
2 Timothy 3:1-5

TTFN


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I Organized my Office and Lost my Brain

~ JodiLea

This is embarrassing to admit, but I feel I should talk about it so people are aware of my erratic behavior and memory issues.
The wonderful half-day I enjoyed in my organized and neat office is not worth the aftermath that followed. It all started when I needed to make room to organize other things, and I wanted to use my office floor space. Well, after a week, the other things are not completely organized, so my floor is a mess, my lower cabinets are blocked, and my paperwork is piling up on the bookshelf.

How does this concern you? Most likely, it doesn’t. But if you recognize some of the issues I am having creeping into your own life, then you may be interested in hearing about this.

The best way to explain this is to walk you through a typical day. My to-do list included finishing laundry, working on my blog, and sorting through fabric donations for my quilt guild. While sipping my morning coffee, I went through my email. Sometimes, I get good or fun emails. Most of the time, I have junk, scams sent from other countries, or advertisements with bogus subjects.
Today, I received an email from the Office of Personnel Management (OPM). It said that an alert regarding my SSN being compromised had been posted to my account. Terrific! I spent over an hour on this and submitted a report of possible Social Security fraud to the Office of the Inspector General (OIG). I won’t go into specifics, but the alert found my SSN being used by someone else. The Nerve!

It is 11:30, and the sun has been drying up rain and snow for the past couple of days. You know what that means if you own a dog. With my boots and vinyl gloves on, I get my large trowel and plastic “pet bags.” This activity is called Turd Herding in our household, and because the dog is my dog, that means I clean up after her. It only took 30 minutes this time. It took me 1 hour and 30 minutes after the big snow we had in March.
I would cross the chore off my list if it was on there, but it was not.

I came back inside and washed my hands. I see the dishes waiting to go into the dishwasher before they are washed. I stick all the dirty ones (that fit), which fill up the entire machine. The doorbell rings, and our Hello Fresh package has arrived. I unpack it and get it into the fridge. I need to pee, so I go into the master bathroom and see the pile of dried laundry that needs folding. I had dumped it on the bed an hour ago. It was there waiting, so I took care of it.

Next, I go into the kitchen to refill my glass of water, and I see the full dishwasher sitting there with the door open. Sigh. I run water and fill up my water pitchers, waiting for the water to heat up. The dishwasher will not start unless the water is hot. Who am I to argue? The clock on the stove says it is 2:00 pm. I would love to take a nap, but there is no time. The rate at which this day is going by is scary. Every day has been flying by me like this one. I am distracted by the slightest thing. It could take me hours to accomplish something that would only take me 20 minutes when I have my brain.

I hope I find it soon.

Nighty-night Zzzz