If It Is Balanced, I am in for Some Good Times!

Father/Daughter Dance

I, now, get to tell the whole story of the dream wedding.  You see, it went wonderfully, however, behind the scenes with me I was living a quiet kind of chaos.  Truly, if life is balanced, I am in for some good times.  Here we go:

Some type of x-ray machine was used to guide the doctors in giving my injection.

First, in order to walk my daughter up the stairs and down the aisle as well as dance the father/daughter dance (“Butterfly Kisses”) with her, I had to go to a specialist and receive an injection in the hip to reduce nearly all the inflammation so the joint would not hurt and I wouldn’t have to use a cane.

The last time I did this, my sugar stayed fine, but the shot had no effect.  So, I requested going back to the first shot which worked really well, but caused my sugar to spike for about 24 hours.  My family doctor and I had talked before and I knew what med I could take a little more of and that a one-day spike would not really hurt me.  I just needed to watch things.  I arrived at the office late (traffic) and was ushered in.  The shot and all was done in about 1 hour and I headed to my one-day vacation at a hotel I chose about 10 miles from the wedding.  I would have to change hotels on Thursday, but I didn’t have to make the 120 mile round trip home and back the next day for the wedding rehearsal.

I got settled in, set up my computer, got ready, and planned on a relaxing evening.  I lay back in the bed, turned on Showtime to watch a movie, and … the power went out!

This phone would have worked during the power outage.

It was only out a few seconds.  However, it took out the TV, the phones, and the Internet.  I didn’t get upset, so much as I wanted to get it fixed.  I got up to go tell them at the front desk (phone wouldn’t work) and decided it was too far to walk right now.  It all came back in about 20 minutes.

That evening, I settled down to eat supper (dinner was at Cracker Barrel right after the injection procedure).  I took my sugar and it was 220!(2:21PM) I took the extra med and waited. About 3:42, it was 192 (normal is less than 130).  At 6:51pm it was 171.  It was 177 at 8:11.  I called the doctor at this point as I wanted to eat.  He never returned my call.  I left another message for him.  He never returned my call (still hasn’t).

At 10:36, it was still 158, but I took my regular meds, ate about 3/4 usual meal.  It was 208 just after midnight, then 156 around 3:30AM.  I decided it was going down, I was going to sleep.

The next morning about 8:30, it had dropped to 122 and with breakfast and all was only 138 at 11:30, so I knew I was out of trouble.  I was also out of time at that hotel (great vacation – lol).  I over-shot supper just a little, but sugar was still only at 140 and, after that it never got to the 120 mark.

The great thing was my hip got continually better and I did walk my daughter down that aisle and I danced, slowly, but decently, and she was so pleased, it was worth the mess.

I did have to relearn one thing:  I have always made it a habit to take my Kindle and/or a book with me everywhere.  It is a luck thing.  I never need it if I take it.  I was running late to the rehearsal, so I didn’t take the Kindle.  I was off on the time and arrived an hour early!  Could’ve used that Kindle!

After the wedding, my son stayed with me at the hotel for the evening.  We visited the next day, ate lunch with Dad and Mom, then, I dropped him off at his other grandparents for the evening and they were to get him to the hospital.  That time went well.

Second. I got home Saturday night.  Now, I will add to this story by saying that I put all my things on the floor and went to my computer.  I sat in my favorite comfy chair, leaned back, and then was lying on my face on the floor.  The chair was in the only position it can be in to tip!

Welcome Home, Scott!

My cat, Tamika, was ecstatic to have me home.  When I had the stroke and was gone for months, she became very nervous and lost most of her hair.  Of course, this time was much less time, but I know she couldn’t know why I was gone.  My Mom stopped by to feed her, check the water, and check her on Thursday so it wouldn’t seem as long.

Regardless, Tamika had no tuna for several days (her favorite).  That night I didn’t want to eat tuna (I give her the nearly-empty can), so I broke my rule and gave her a full can.  Then I promptly forgot I had given it to her (stroke memory).  The next day I saw her finish off the can.  A little later I thought I heard her sneeze behind me.  I turned around and she walked behind my chair and threw up most of the tuna and a hairball!

What a welcome home!

Thirdly, on Sunday, I went to Cracker Barrel again for a late lunch. I can eat the meatloaf dinner there with green beans, carrots, and one piece of bread and my sugar stay normal.  I took my Kindle and read, spending a couple of hours there relaxing, reading, and eating.

About 2/3 of the way through my meal, my fork made a little dance move and flipped a fairly large piece of meatloaf (loaded with ketchup, of course) to my shirt.  At this point, it bounced down, striking my shirt near the waist, my pants (ahem) on the crotch-zipper, down my pant leg, on the bottoms of the pant leg, and onto the floor.  Water and napkins did something to help the situation; however, I somehow felt I had been strafed by a dead cow.  The blood-looking ketchup made the false entry wounds very visible.

I finished quickly and went home.

Finally, Sunday night I hoped things would settle down into the regular routine and I could begin my week per normal.

Early in the morning I got up, as usual, to go to the restroom and to get a drink; it was dark.  I went to the kitchen (not unusual) and the cat followed (not unusual).  It was when we reached the kitchen that the cat (as per normal) got ahead of me and dropped in her normal spot on the kitchen floor.  I was sleepy.  I know this is going to happen.  However, as I stepped out of the way, I can only assume she decided to swish her tail to a point directly under my foot.

She squeals, I jump at the sound, and…lose my balance.

I have noticed that, when I fall, my world slows down.  I can see and think and react much better and faster than normal.  If it is adrenaline, then I am thankful for it as it has saved me many times.  This time, it allowed me to dropped to my knees with my palms hitting the floor the hardest, breaking my fall.  I knew the cat was under me and silently hoped she was on the move so I would not land directly on her.  My eyes caught the blurry flash of her tail to my side and moving past me as I hit the floor.

No damage done; we all lived and are uninjured.

My world, people, and welcome to it! (As the old show went)  I think, really think, that something wonderful must be coming up as the world seems to be trying to balance it out with all the mess it dealt to me from Wednesday to Monday!

Namaste,

Scott

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