The Good Morning Thread, now dubbed the Daily Diary, almost always begins with The AN Daily Diary Trinity: Ted, Joe, and Tweety, not necessarily always in that order, and not all the time, but often enough to have it noticeable! Cool Beans!
Get this: Today, my husband's endocrinologist was absolutely flabbergasted at hubby's good condition and numbers; like, in the hospital his A1C was 16 or so. Now it is 5.5. His blood pressure at this appt. was 112/68, his feet in perfect condition and his weight just right. The doc said he couldn't get over how well hubs has been taking care of himself, and he appreciates that he took it seriously. It takes many months, he said, for a lot of patients to get under control or even close to it. Doc said it was a pleasure to work with such a conscientious patient, because he sees them so seldom (!). Hubs said he didn't enjoy almost dying, so he figured if he wanted to stick around, he needs to follow the program. Anyway, hubs will be trying to transition off insulin sometime in the next few months. He has the prescription but won't get it filled for a while. I'm not sure how transitioning from insulin to oral med works, but I don't have to, right now. Doc said If he has side effects like some folks do, they will try him on something different. His next appt is at the end of Sept.
I went and spent a couple hours visiting with my tiny-ninety at the rehab/nsg home she was discharged to from the hospital. She's on a regular diet, so I brought her the red pepper and gouda soup she loves. She ate that and about 75% of what was on her lunch tray. She looked at the menu (black-eyed peas) and looked at what was on her plate (pinto beans) and said, "You can't fool me! There's not one single eye on ANY of those beans!"
Next time I go back I will bring her toothpicks, a salt shaker, and some WD-40 to use on her over-bed table which needs a strongman and a heavy foot on the bottom bar, to be convinced to move up or down.
One son was there when I got there, and after about 30 minutes he left to go to work, and the other son came just as I was leaving. The occ. therapist was evaluating her when I left, surprised at her strength and abilities. She's from sturdy stock!
Don't know if she'll be there a while or what alternate living arrangements might pan out, but it's in God's Hands, and...so far so good! I doubt she'll be able to go home due to the financial factor; round the clock caregivers cost a lot, even though we only get a teeny percentage of what she has to fork out to my employer.
Lil Nel, I used to be the Secondary Wound-Care Nurse when I was doing Home Health Baylor W/E's. (The Primary Wound Care RN worked M-F) It is kind of strange to see how deep a wound can be and not be showing any organs or bones! Once when I was packing a hysterectomy incision that had come wide open, this lady's five y.o. grandson slipped some gloves on his little hands and sidled up to her bed and said to me, "I wanna put MY hands in the blood, TOO!" I said, "Kid, you are definitely going in my book!"
I could tell you lots of wound stories, as I'm sure you might be well aware, but not here, not yet, not now.
Ted! In high school, if you can remember back that far ago, were you the one who pushed the TV cart to various rooms when requested, set up for movies and for slide shows, handle the copy-machine requests, etc? I used to know what that 'job' was called; in my HS it had a title, but it eludes me at this time. It wasn't called 'technology' back then, so there were no Techno-Geeks. I'm not sure that 'geek' was a word that was used except in referring to some guy in a sideshow: A Pencil-Necked-Geek, or something like that! Maybe it was "Audio-Visual Assistant"? I was going to saying Audio-VIDEO, but ....ha....there weren't any videos then, either! We are OLD! Or at least I'm getting there!
How is Our Amy of the Delicate Ankles? Really I'm not making fun. I was Our-Lady-of-the-Leg-Bruises when I was younger, and still am to some degree. It seems I ricocheted into any and everything with an edge or corner, anywhere in my vicinity. But to be fair I was working in the spinal-cord post-op-surgery unit back then, and there was lifting, rolling, transfers, and wheelchairs beyond your wildest dreams, plus all kinds of adaptive equipment, and not much space to work in.
You could invent and then make Amy a pair of knee-hi's with extra sturdy ankle supports for hiking with maybe hydraulic-powered something on the bottom of the feet and lateral ankles that would self-adjust to the terrain....just a thought.
I was so tired yesterday afternoon, that I went to bed at 6:30 PM !!! I settled down after a while, and slept. Got up to pee at 9:30, stayed up 45 minutes to take my PM meds (with a small bowl of Cheerios, as I may have skipped supper 'n' I was hongry.), then went back to sleep. The dogs woke me up at 5:30 AM to let them out and then have their breakfast, and back to bed again for me! I rolled over and woke up a 8:15 AM, bright-eyed and well rested!
Yep, last night the 'not-for-free' network took over again. It's kind of like a cowbird, which is an opportunistic bird that goes into another bird's nest, pushes some of the eggs OUT of the nest, and lays her own egg(s) for some other lady-bird to raise.
Yabba-yabba-blabba. I think I'll stop posting ...for now.