sleeky's Xanga

go me

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 16:43:06 GMT

I think I'm pretty much done with Xanga, but I wanted to pop in and say hey, I think I may have actually kicked type 2 diabetes' ass. ( For the moment, anyway... it is a progressive disease.) I used to have to keep under 45 grams of carb per meal to have good blood glucose numbers, now 45 grams causes barely a blip on my radar. I tested carefully last night to make sure I wasn't just hitting a BG peak at a different time than previously.

The ironic thing is I can't actually increase my carbs all that much anyway, because that would also increase my calories, and doing that long-term would undo all the good I've done so far. But I can have the occasional treat without fear now.

Monday, July 16, 2007

Mon, 16 Jul 2007 22:20:54 GMT

Looks like I'm going to get around $2500 as compensation for my accident.

Hub points out that this would buy me a pretty nice trip. Maybe to England?

gah

Mon, 02 Jul 2007 15:42:06 GMT

My feet are painful and tingly.

This is very scary for a person with diabetes.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Wed, 06 Jun 2007 23:58:00 GMT

Went to the Farmer's Market today, and I should have brought more money. All those beautiful tempting fruits and vegetables! I was like a... well, like an adult at a farmer's market, really.

I felt a little freaked out when I first quit, lost and adrift, but now I am loving the free time. I got up early yesterday and spent more time with Bam than usual, and did lots of chores. Today, too. Of course my back is now killing me, but these days, that's just life.

just call me Ghost Girl

Mon, 04 Jun 2007 21:46:31 GMT

Re the doorknobs that look like eyes, Bam has apparently decided that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. We are now a ghost family - Bam is Scary Cherry, hub is Duke Spooky - and he is taping "eyes" to all the wall to haunt the place up.

Saturday, June 02, 2007

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 21:43:34 GMT

After ages of thinking about it, I'm quitting my job. I'm still really conflicted, for a lot of reasons, but I realized that I can only do one incredibly boring job at a time and the incredibly boring job that has to get priority is taking care of myself. Fucking gym. Fucking food. Fucking doctors.

for crying out loud

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 06:15:16 GMT

I tried to comment on a post by hellnohateyou and was instructed to input my birthday because the post had a "discretion" rating. After I had already read the whole thing on my subscription page. What a ridiculous system. And Xanga aint getting my damn birthday. I will post pictures and descriptions of my mental breakdowns and sex dreams, but let's not get personal.

I could've used a fake bday, of course, but I've been burned by that before.

I know what I'm getting for Christmas this year

Sat, 02 Jun 2007 06:07:56 GMT

http://www.amazon.com/Buffy-Vampire-Slayer-Season/dp/B000PSABYC?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1180442832&sr=1-3

Bam prepares for fatherhood

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 17:22:29 GMT

Bam: "When I grow up and get married and it gets pregnant, the baby is going to scream and scream and scream! "

hub: "And what will you do to help?"

Bam: "I will cover my ears and close my eyes."

Probably the right choice.

hub finds the newest member of our garden

Fri, 01 Jun 2007 03:13:56 GMT

"That's quite a zucchini ! What do you call it?"