Tylenol PM is by my side, poised and ready to assist in a sleep unlike I was able to obtain last night. I have struggle days, and today was one of them. I woke every two hours or so to use the restroom last night; I think I may have given too much trust to the homeopathic pharmacy I visited in Santa Monica last Friday. I have not had a good night’s sleep in many nights. I woke this morning to a blood sugar reading higher than it has been in weeks, surprising because, while I did eat two big keto waffles yesterday, I still stayed within my boundaries. There is no reason I can think of that my sugar should have read higher than two hundred. I was able to get it down one hundred points by the time I ate lunch today.
Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is a quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” – Mary Anne Radmacher.
My Monday mood swings have not been fun. I woke up panicked, sweating, exhausted. I pushed the couch pillows aside at noon, ignored my phone, and took a 20-minute nap before making tuna salad stuffed inside of green pepper. By the time the afternoon came, I had missed my husband something fierce and was ready to board a plane to anywhere because he’s stuck on jury duty for another month or so. It’s hard to all of a sudden lose your lunch partner, who also happens to be your life partner.
I’m trying something new tonight; I made dinner early, we ate at the blue plate special hour, five-thirty. I’m cutting off the drinking water, except for the little bit I’ll put in my mouth to take the Tylenol PM, with hopes that I’m counting cute Olympic divers in my head by 9 pm. I can’t begin to count the number of times I’ve said ‘the way my back is set up’ while watching the Olympics this year. I don’t know how these athletes do it. Most days, tying my shoes is difficult. Thanks to the pandemic, though, I haven’t had to put on socks and shoes very often.
If you’re reading this, you’ve made it through the day. We are courageous because we did it. Until tomorrow, my friends!