Don't get around much anymore

I'm feeling the weight of time passing slowly today. ...

First the good news:
I did get out yesterday and I atempted what few men have EVER achieved but I can't tell you yet be cause its a secret from Bluey.  I also got me some great shoes from Gilmours Comfort shoes. Another pair of SAS shoes they are super durable and they look good and above all are so comfortable and I have been trying to get them for a few months but could not get them online in Australia. I also got some hair product for Joyce and got her a new iPad cover. Walked the length of Garden City mall and  cabbed back in time for arvo rounds, so all good.

This morning has gone slowly with several walks around the halls.
 Its two long cooridors with rooms on the outside and utility rooms in the center with several cross halls and if I figure 8 back and forth and do five laps it adds up to 1 kilometer.
No not about one kilometer but exactly one kilometer. the carpet tiles are excatly .5 of a meter and I have counted the lap several times and done the math. 1000 meters. I do it at least twice a day and I've done it three times already today and its only 2.

The good news is my sugars are down! between the cessation of the mega Prednisone, massive walks and bombing with insulin I've got two good readings in a row but today's smaller dose of Prednisone is kicking into my sugars as we speak so we will see in a couple of hours if the massive  (neuclear deterent size ) dose of insulin I got at lunch takes care of the anticipated rush.

In fact lets check my sugars now for fun.

Heres the video and the BSL has dropped even more so that great.

I will continue this as I upload the video.

Anyway I got a real nice letter for the wifes's ex boss. Saying that she and her charming sailor husband missed me today at the Tour De Bay. It was nice but it landed right at the time I was walking the halls and thinking about people that won't be getting out of the hospital Tuesday morning like I will be. It made me think about Mazlow's heiarchcy of needs. My base needs are pretty looked after here.  I don't have to cook  for me or Bluey, it just arrives and pretty much on exactly the right time, (remember that us Diabetics need a routine) its nutritions but not veryadventurous   its perfect for this story . I get a good room with my own toilet shower etc. They check on me every two hours and take my vitals and record it so that any patterns can be observed, again perfect for this story. The staff are very caring and like to chat a bit and to see how I am but they all have a wonderful life outside of this place of work so aren't likely to get very deep into my issues, again perfect for this story.

This story being that: my needs, as defined by this guy in the past, are being toatally met! But the higher needs are not. There are no good stories with my dinner, nice wine to lend a warmth, no good talks with friends and above all that ....companionship from my best friend. I can hold out another 24 hours till she gets here but its just a bit slow right now.

I feel a bit bad that I'm complaining about this because its for my own good in the long run. It won't be for much longer and after one more round this should be over for good if it works. Its just that this is the third time I've been in this hospital this year and I know for sure I'm coming back on November 10th so I'm looking at all the other poeple that will remain and wonder if this is my fate for more than a wee visit from time to time. Makes me think.

A glass of crisp wooded (yes I'm oldfashioned) Chardy on the deck in the afternoon light with Bluey and Floyddie would be most welcome.

more later
Chris