145
83
91
93
94
67
126
94
91
131
69
135
These are a lot better than they were back when I was trying to squeeze every last drop out of my expired insulin bottle, but not as good as I'd like them to be (under 110, baby!).
Really, the insulin is the only difference. I continue to eat and work out more or less the same as I'd been doing a few weeks ago, but the last four days before I finally packed it in and got new insulin, things looked more like this:
147
80
168
116
141
112
170
128
57
169
64
317
As you can see, it took that 317 number to freak me out enough to finally make the switch.
(and even then, it took some time to get things back under control. Even with the new insulin, I spent another week like this:
175
145
175
145
126
74
170
96
145
122
68
186)
It's a good lesson, though. When your numbers start to go off - even by "only" forty or fifty points, and your insulin is nearly three months old, it's the insulin, not some wackjob bodily process or those onion rings you ate last night. And, I think, it's a good lesson for me, too. Bad insulin takes a while to get out of your system. Changing it right away doesn't mean immediate results. You're already swinging high, and your body has to find equilibrium again.
It's weird how those hills and valleys work, like throwing a pebble into a pond.
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Numbers for the last Four Days
Around the House
Steph's in-laws are here for the week to work on the cabinets and the plumbing in this 1940s-era fixer-upper.
Steph and the Old Man have a really great coffee maker that's shiny and kewl and makes the best coffee ever, but it had been taking progressively longer and longer for the coffee to brew. Steph's mother-in-law, Nancy, noted this and brewed the thing with - get this - vinegar, in order to dissolve all of the deposits in the machine.
After a thorough brew with the vinegar solution and two more brews with regular water. the thing works great.
Here are 61 other little-known uses for vinegar.
(by the time I leave this place, I'm going to be a regular home handywoman - who can cook too)
The "I'm Fine!" Emergency Visit
Final Cost:
$836.75
On the one hand: it's better than being dead.
On the other hand: they spent 4 hours and charged me $836.75 to tell me that there was nothing wrong with me.
And people wonder why poor people never go to the doctor until they're literally bleeding and falling over on the floor?
This is why.
Friday, July 20, 2007
Because "Women Have no Freedom at All"
The protagonist of one of Portugal's most gripping courtroom dramas has died after almost 20 years in which she fooled everyone, including her live-in companion, that she was actually a male army general.
With her general's uniform complete with medals, Maria Teresinha Gomes cut a dashing figure as the respectable and charming General Tito Anibal da Paixao Gomes. What started out as a costume for the 1974 carnival, knocked up by a tailor in Lisbon, soon became the defining aspect of an invented personality. The general was only occasionally seen in uniform, but even in his civilian clothes he had a distinguished martial air about him that was enough to convince almost everyone.
I love that women are still "getting away" with this. I'm not so hot on the idea that it's still more often than not a necessity in order to ensure one's freedom more than an innate impulse to pose as a man.
Who thought my MA dissertation could look so sexy?
Just applied for this job (despite the fact that they want me to have a Swiss work permit. heh. Honestly, I love applying for all these UN-related jobs in Geneva. It's a real kick to my ego, even if nothing ever comes of it).
It inspired me to open up my MA dissertation for the first time in years and pull out a chapter to use as one of my writing samples.
Hot *damn* that dissertation looks fucking sexy when I get to use it to apply to jobs where it's actually, you know, relevant.
Wow
I just asked our graphic designer to send me a PDF copy of the final versions of the last two brochures I've been working on. One is a Services Proposal we prepared to give to another financial services company to pitch a partnership with them and another is a trade show brochure advertising our franchising opportunities.
OMG they look great.
And I totally wrote all of the text for these, yo.
I think 27 isn't a bad time to finally become a real writer.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Writing Challenge of the Day
How to make bit characters interesting who are loved and adored by your secondary character but who are going to get killed in about, oh, three chapters.
I mean, I know *he* likes them quite a lot, but, you know, *I* don't want to get attached, because then they'll try and figure out a way to live.
AND THEY MUST DIE.
THE PLOT DEMANDS IT.
I really gotta stick to this plot thing if I want this damn book done by October.
Dammit.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Hurdles
Why is it I find it so difficult to write happy family scenes? I mean, I actually had quite a wonderful, happy childhood. It's not like I don't have material to draw from.
I think I just don't find happy childhood scenes all that interesting.
Today's Song, Stuck on Repeat
The National - "Slow Show"
Standing at the punch table swallowing punch
can’t pay attention to the sound of anyone
a little more stupid, a little more scared
every minute more unprepared
I made a mistake in my life today
everything I love gets lost in drawers
I want to start over, I want to be winning
way out of sync from the beginning
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
Looking for somewhere to stand and stay
I leaned on the wall and the wall leaned away
Can I get a minute of not being nervous
and not thinking of my dick
My leg is sparkles, my leg is pins
I better get my shit together, better gather my shit in
You could drive a car through my head in five minutes
from one side of it to the other
I wanna hurry home to you
put on a slow, dumb show for you
and crack you up
so you can put a blue ribbon on my brain
god I’m very, very frightening
I’ll overdo it
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years
You know I dreamed about you
for twenty-nine years before I saw you
You know I dreamed about you
I missed you for
for twenty-nine years
(hot damn I'm finding some great sounds via Whiskey From a Wire. Bless Nick for posting that link. I'm completely addicted)
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Do You Ever Get the Feeling...
That you're just way too sensitive about certain personal push-button topics?
I suppose that's to be expected, but I'd love to be stone cold enough for stupid stuff not to bother me so I could speak about it rationally.
Or even, at this point, make fun of it.
Because really, at this point, it's just all really fucking funny.
Today's Song, Stuck on Repeat
Bikini Kill - Rebel Girl (boy, that video is hilarious)
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
She's got the hottest trike in town
That girl she holds her head up so high
I think I wanna be her best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
I think I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes oh
When she talks, I hear the revolutions
In her hips, there's revolutions
When she walks, the revolution's coming
In her kiss, I taste the revolution
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes oh
That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood
I got news for you, she is!
They say she's a dyke, but I know
She is my best friend, yeah
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
Rebel girl you are the queen of my world
Rebel girl, Rebel girl
I know I wanna take you home
I wanna try on your clothes
Love you like a sister always
Soul sister, Rebel girl
Come and be my best friend
Will you Rebel girl?
I really like you
I really wanna be your best friend
Be my Rebel girl
