We survived 2017. Amazing! If I had the energy I'd jump on the bed like the gal did in "The Holiday" Speaking of which, we've had a very nice, quiet holiday. I can't believe how fast 2017 flew by! I can't believe that I've been keeping this blog since 2006.....12 years!
We've had a few issues the past month. Something happened to the hardware in his back from the spinal fusion surgery and he had about 3 days of not moving at all. It resolved itself - thank goodness!
He is still vomiting about every other night. So he gets a good night's sleep and then is awake the next night. Is it gastroparesis? He seems to have all of the symptoms, but he's still refusing to go back to the doctor. Says he's only going when they make him go to get his Rx refilled.
His daily glucose monitoring remains way too high. He goes low in the mornings and does not take his full dose of insulin, then goes high in the afternoons so he delays dinner until bedtime. He's in such a mixed up cycle, but there's not much I can say or do. I've learned that much! LOL!
Overall, it's been quiet and calm and I am ever so grateful for that. I couldn't wish you anything better than a calm and quiet 2018!
DW
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Monday, January 01, 2018
Tuesday, June 07, 2011
holey shirts
Hubby pokes his insulin shots directly through his shirt into his stomach. He says that it helps the pain of the needles. Of course, blood then gets on the inside of his shirt and stains it.....and those tiny little needle jabs break through the fabric and with each wash, tend to break down the fibers in the shirt until little holes start to appear.
I did not know he was doing this until I started finding holey shirts. I refuse to let him wear them - I toss them out. I truly hate the fact that he has resorted to this. But when I look at his stomach, it is simply one gigantic bruise of black, blue, green, purple, yellow, and orange. So I suppose that if he thinks this insulates the pain, it's a small price to pay.
He now has to do his own laundry. I'm not going to presoak to get the blood stains out. He can figure out how to do that. And if he comes downstairs in the morning with a stained, holey shirt, I will tell him that if we are going out, he will have to change.
Maybe I should just let him go out looking like a hobo! I could just tell people I married a holey hobo!
OK, one must laugh at least once a day to get through this.
I ended up sleeping on the sofa because the smells in our room were just rancid. I didn't sleep a lot, so I'm not moving so well today. May just take the entire day off. After I go clean up the bathroom. You know, there is just nothing I love better than cleaning a toilet that someone else has messed up with their uncontrollable diarrhea. Nope - I am so looking forward to that task...I just can't tell you!
Blood stained holey shirts, diarrhea splattered toilets, and the acetone smell -rank fruity smell permeating the house at the moment....
and yet diabetics get mad at ME when I tell a young person to run away rather than marry into this? They get angry with me when I tell them that if they are married, don't bring children into this situation? They deny that any of this is ever going to happen to them?
Maybe I should write more about the grossness of this disease. But first - I have to go clean toilets, open windows, air out the house!!!
DW
I did not know he was doing this until I started finding holey shirts. I refuse to let him wear them - I toss them out. I truly hate the fact that he has resorted to this. But when I look at his stomach, it is simply one gigantic bruise of black, blue, green, purple, yellow, and orange. So I suppose that if he thinks this insulates the pain, it's a small price to pay.
He now has to do his own laundry. I'm not going to presoak to get the blood stains out. He can figure out how to do that. And if he comes downstairs in the morning with a stained, holey shirt, I will tell him that if we are going out, he will have to change.
Maybe I should just let him go out looking like a hobo! I could just tell people I married a holey hobo!
OK, one must laugh at least once a day to get through this.
I ended up sleeping on the sofa because the smells in our room were just rancid. I didn't sleep a lot, so I'm not moving so well today. May just take the entire day off. After I go clean up the bathroom. You know, there is just nothing I love better than cleaning a toilet that someone else has messed up with their uncontrollable diarrhea. Nope - I am so looking forward to that task...I just can't tell you!
Blood stained holey shirts, diarrhea splattered toilets, and the acetone smell -rank fruity smell permeating the house at the moment....
and yet diabetics get mad at ME when I tell a young person to run away rather than marry into this? They get angry with me when I tell them that if they are married, don't bring children into this situation? They deny that any of this is ever going to happen to them?
Maybe I should write more about the grossness of this disease. But first - I have to go clean toilets, open windows, air out the house!!!
DW
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