Healthier and Yet

Last month I had my quarterly checkup with my diabetes doc, and doubling my daily exercise has not only improved most of my numbers, it's building new muscle (which seems to be why I've gained more weight despite not eating more.) He okayed me to work up to a mile of biking along with the two miles of walking I'm doing every day, so right after lunch I'm going to make a habit to hit my stationary bike. The best news is that I don't have to go back to taking a higher dose of my diabetes meds; as long as I keep exercising every day I can stay on the lower dose.

The bad news: I am going to lose the function of two more fingers; aside from painful shots and even nastier side effects there's no treatment for the new problems with trigger finger that I've developed on both hands. I'll keep icing them and try to maintain as much use as I can for as long as I can, but the end of hand-stitching is coming faster for me than I thought. The brief ice pick-style stress migraine headaches I've recently been having may not be migraines. I'll start a new migraine diary, and if they keep happening I need to go back in and get a referral for a head scan.

Although I'm a bit more tired every day due to the increased exercise, I feel better and my moods have improved. Being able to take that walk four times a day with the pups is really fun, and I look forward to it now. The good news from the doc means I'm on the right track. The bad is what it is; I'll stay optimistic. Onward!

Old Loves & Such

My guy kindly bought me my favorite Chinese take out the other night, and my fortune cookie offered up an interesting story starter: This sounds sweet, right? Only the first thing I thought of was an old love coming back from the dead . . . . must be October. In other lovely news, my favorite hand-dyed thread artist, Lorraine from Colour Complements , is moving her business from Etsy to her own web site. Many of my favorite sellers on Etsy are leaving due to the whole "free shipping" coercion debacle, which has also soured me on the site. To show support I did a little shopping at Lorraine's web site and got in these: I love her threads and trims; you simply can't buy anything like them anywhere. Her work makes my specialty thread box look like a treasure chest: At night I'm spending just as hour working on quilting the scrap project runner, and I'm making slow progress: I'll keep quilting the runner while I try to decide on a design for t...

Fell Off the Wagon

I did cut up that plastic dollar tote to make into something stronger, but got caught up with work and set it aside. Then last night some hand-dyed silk and pretty threads called my name, and, well . . . Felt SO good to do some handwork, except my neck began hurting about an hour into it. I tried changing the way I sit and work, but it's pretty obvious that the doc is right.

T-minus Day

This was our little Thanksgiving dinner last year, when it was just the three of us. Time keeps whittling down my favorite holiday; this year it will be just me and my guy, and we likely won't even have a turkey.* That will be a first in 35 years. I feel about Thanksgiving the way other people do about Christmas, and while it's a lot of work it's my favorite holiday. Of all the Thanksgivings I've had in the past sixty years, only three were truly terrible: one when I was a kid that I don't talk about (#1 most miserable); the time I roasted two turkeys together and hosted fifteen people whom I cooked for and served with zero help (the largest and #2 most miserable); and the one I spent in basic training (the #3 most miserable.) I have no pictures of any of those, thank heavens. In addition to doing all the cooking I'm the one who takes all the pictures, washes all the dishes and puts away all the leftovers. I suppose no one else cares because to them it...

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