DarkKnight and I had a blast in DC this weekend! We went to the Air & Space Museum and saw two Planetarium shows, before seeing Moulin Rouge at the Kennedy Center. I was grinning like a fool the entire time. We got rained out on Saturday, but don’t we look cute?!
Leaving on the trip. Got my backpack ready to go!
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Rain!
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When we returned home, someone had left two large mums on the porch, along with a pumpkin! We watched our video footage and it was BugGirl and her boyfriend! (They are working on their relationship.) They wanted to surprise us.

She took care of our cats while we were away, but it was very unexpected.
Looking at this photo makes me want to quick find the wood putty! I told both DarkKnight and MisterMoonbeam that the next nice day we have, the chips along the threshold are getting filled in and painted black!
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Yes, MisterMoonbeam is home from Arizona! I picked him up from the airport late Saturday. He’s snoozing here beside me, while I update this journal. I really need to sleep - we have tickets to see PeeWee’s Big Adventure at our local theater tomorrow! LOL (Insert PeeWee laugh here) Also, DarkKnight is making his annual carrot cake from scratch for me, and everyone will be here in the evening for a birthday get together.
I did want to write a little bit before I went to sleep though. I’ve been having a lot of emotional downs and bursts of teary times over my diagnosis, and what the endoscope might find with my next appointment there. Mostly the diabetes though. I’m really frightened to die. Most of the time I feel confident that this is manageable, but other times I feel like it’s really overwhelming.
Balancing my new diet is proving to be a challenge. I can’t seem to eat enough calories (2100/day) so my fat/carbs/protein balance is constantly off. I hit all of my carb targets - 35/breakfast, 15/snacks (2), 60/lunch, 60/dinner - but either the protein gets to be too high, or the fat is completely astronomical. I wasn’t told anything about sodium, but I know it isn’t good either.
I find myself analyzing every meal and trying to make my options work. I was teary at dinner with DarkKnight on Friday night, and he told me I was trying too hard and that I should just relax and it would be okay. I was trying to be too perfect too soon - that of course there will be adjustments as I start this fixing things up. I suppose he is correct, but I am the one who is falling apart here, and I don’t want to go blind or lose a leg or go into a coma and die.
My blood sugar is consistently in the 170s or like 204 before a meal, and then two hours later it’s like 225. I don’t know how high it is spiking but it isn’t dropping down from the start number, I can tell you that! Though, today at dinner was the first time it DID drop - it was 230 initially (which is high, duh) and then 2 hours later it was 202! I was so excited to see that, even though both numbers are shit.
I have been off all meds again. I have to pick up the new extended release Metformin tomorrow, and I will start it on Monday morning. I feel like I can’t get the food balanced or logged correctly (I have to list all the ingredients and the stupid app I am using is missing so much!) and I can’t seem to get the medication to not make me sick. I feel like a failure already.


I’m crying while I am writing this, for real. It just sucks. I want to do it right.
I do have another appointment on Wednesday. I see my primary care doctor - who first diagnosed me on the 6th (I think that was the date.) - but she’s just a physician’s assistant. She first prescribed me 500 mg of Metformin twice a day, but then the actual doctor came in and said no, no, and bumped me up to the 2,000 mg that had me so ill with the diabetes specialist in disbelief. So I am not feeling confident that this lady will help me much. I wish I had another meeting with the specialist instead.
I guess the good thing is that I am going to request a nutritionist referral. Hopefully that will help. Also, I haven’t received a call about actually scheduling the endoscopy yet so if I haven’t heard anything by then, I will ask about it.
Anyway, I’ve been emotional and depressed and terrified. When we were at Moulin Rouge, I was able to put that stuff to sleep for a while and just enjoy the production. I was so happy and so proud of the cast at the end, that I remember thinking that this is what life is about - just being happy with other humans, together. I’m sure these Broadway actors who’ve won a crapload of awards don’t me to feel connected to them, but it was a thing I was feeling. I felt wired into something larger.
Maybe I should do some shrooms.
I half joke. This connected feeling really made me feel like I was part of a vast network of love, and it didn’t matter if I died at that moment. The world would move on, and maybe my part of that happy is okay being complete now. I’ve done some pretty amazing things through the Blessing Box, and I mean, I adopted and raised three older children who were initially in foster care - and that was not fucking easy. I homeschooled one, raised one to be a college graduate in spite of their previous neglect and abuse. I’ve done everything that I could to love as hard as I could. I would wager solid that NONE of my past long-term romantic partners would say that I’ve ever made them feel secondary or unimportant in my world. Or if they did, letting me know what they need would have me shifting to meet that need. I try to be their greatest fan and be a booster. I work hard at being a good hinge.
I’ve fostered cats for a decade? Maybe a little less than that. I’ve buried kittens but loved them fiercely while they were alive. I’ve saved others who were sick and gotten so very many adopted! I taught high school level science to homeschooled teenagers and SEVERAL went on to major in science and are now college graduates with science degrees! I have a biologist, a chemist and a rocket engineer. None of them had taken science classes prior to mine. I did that! Or, at least I held hands and raised them up so they could see that they could do it.
Anyway, I know me existing has had a positive effect on my community and on the world. Was it a net positive? I believe so. I know I’ve caused pain, but hopefully not too much suffering. I want to stay alive. I want to see what happens next. I’m very scared that I won’t be able to do that. So having a complete and joyous feeling after the show on Friday was nice. I wish I could bottle it up and sprinkle it on my Greek yogurt in the mornings.