Come Inside My Head, if You Dare…
Friday, January 20th
Dear Diary,
Today marks the 8th month I have not smoked.
Whoopee.
I’m not excited because I have fought with The Bitch on a daily basis. I have used all of my addiction fighting tools the past 2 weeks and I am exhausted. I am also terrified – I feel The Bitch gaining on me.
I need to call in reinforcements…
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I think ALL of these at the same time might work 😉
I am exhausted. I think I had 3 heart attacks during the last 5 minutes of that game. I don’t like my football so exciting – it makes me a nervous wreck. Especially as the leading score of the game changes teams three times after the 2 minute warning of the 4th quarter. Totally insane. Totally Awesome!
I can’t begin to imagine how tired the 49ers are. They don’t know how tired yet, because they are not only in a post-win cloud, but a HUGE playoff game-win CLOUD. Which they so deserve! Celebrate your butts off tonight, guys! But it’s back to work on Monday. We really want to avoid what’s happening to Denver as I write this. Very sad. All the hoopla around Tebow, and then – it’s over.
Did you see the tears? The hugs? The ecstatic hopping and jumping? It moved me. Sniff….
Football is such an emotional experience.
428 is an evil number. It either means 4:28 AM, which is before the butt crack of dawn, or it could be my fasting blood sugar number. This morning it was both.
Like a good diabetic, I injected the usual and a correctional dose of insulin. Problem taken care of? Not even close. At 8:00AM my number was 446. Four hours of zero caffeine and no breakfast, and it goes UP? Where is the damned sugar coming from? Usually extra glucose is produced by the liver when your blood sugar drops too low. 428 is NOT a low number. Maybe my liver is no good at math. Maybe it too, is evil.
All I know is that I should go to the doctor when it’s this high. But since I’m not supposed to drive when it’s this high, I can’t get there without bugging hubby or a girlfriend. Sooo… My plan is to stick my finger at 9:30 and see what the mystery number is. If higher – go to hospital. If lower, sigh relief and then do my errands and chores before the big game this afternoon. While I wait for 9:30, I’m going to drink a gallon of water because I am so thirsty I can’t think!
321. Lower – enough to get out of a hospital visit, but too high to drive. I bum a ride with a girlfriend to our ladies meeting and I’m packing saltines and 7Up in my purse to combat the nausea that happens when blood glucose levels change drastically.
I sure hope my 49ers are having a better morning 😉
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