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pameladeanThanks to anybody in my circle who is posting anything at all, and to anybody reading my posts. I'm really leaning on Dreamwidth at the moment, even though I'm fortunate to be in a household of four people whom I am very fond of indeed.
I'm still struggling to work productively, but am working on the book every day. The nice comments about my excerpt in the New Decameron were really helpful in producing some writing energy.
As of Saturday morning, nobody in this house is going out to work; as of Friday evening, nobody in Minnesota is supposed to go out except to do a job deemed essential or to get exercise, food, or medical supplies. I am very cautiously optimistic, based on some remarks by both the governor (currently in quarantine because a member of his security staff has COVID-19) and the head of Hennepin Healthcare that maybe, possibly, Minnesota got it together in time to mitigate the first wave of cases and flatten things.
I was supposed to see my doctor today for yearly bloodwork and general checking-in about my diabetes. The appointment was rescheduled for April 30. In the meantime, it seemed prudent to do better at checking my blood sugar. Preliminary results are not bad, fasting numbers in line with a type 2 diabetic under the care of a doctor, after-dinner ones sometimes fine and sometimes a tad high. It's extremely obvious, a thing I knew but have to keep relearning because it's inconvenient, that increasing exercise will bring both numbers down. I am working on it.
In the meantime, I had to relearn how to use the newish glucometer and finish reading the manual. My old glucometer (still working fine, but if you change health insurance companies you have to get a new glucomter that they approve, and your existing test strips of course don't work in the new glucometer) was supposed to be cleaned and sanitized using Chlorox germicidal wipes. These are useful things to have around and I had in fact used them all up at some point.
This glucometer, impressively, is supposed, according to the manual, to be cleaned and sanitized only with Super Sani-Cloth wipes (available at Home Depot, Amazon, Walmart, and other providers!) I did a quick search for those to see what they were. Of course they are out of stock everywhere. I set a couple of email alerts to be notified if they ever are back in stock for anybody except hospitals, and hied me to the customer support page for the glucometer. The person who helped me via chat responded at once that the meter did not have to be cleaned at all, but if I got blood on it I could just wipe it off with a dampened cloth.
This is of course a relief, AND YET. I am pretty sure when only one product is allowed in a case like this, there's a monetary connection between it and the company that sells the glucometers, but I had not expected to be told that the entire process wasn't really necessary. I'd thought they might tell me to use a little rubbing alcohol if I had it.
Between the New Decameron and my Nevada Barr reread, I'm doing better with reading fiction rather than Twitter, insofar as there's a difference. That's actually not fair to Twitter, where I've found many valuable links and cheering goofiness, and where I can converse with people I don't see here. But you never know when ill-intended fiction will pop up.
Lydy is nurturing a sourdough starter. I had looked extensively at doing so but not started yet. I'm not bored, more slowed down to an even more molasses-like state than my usual by both pity and terror. Thanks, Aristotle.
I miss my sweetie whom I don't live with very much indeed. We have hopes, though not, I guess, during the about-to-take effect shutdown, to sit eight feet apart in the back yard on a warm mellow day, and actually converse.
I'd better shower, dress, clean something, and go for a walk while it's nice out. May you all be safe.
Pamela
I'm still struggling to work productively, but am working on the book every day. The nice comments about my excerpt in the New Decameron were really helpful in producing some writing energy.
As of Saturday morning, nobody in this house is going out to work; as of Friday evening, nobody in Minnesota is supposed to go out except to do a job deemed essential or to get exercise, food, or medical supplies. I am very cautiously optimistic, based on some remarks by both the governor (currently in quarantine because a member of his security staff has COVID-19) and the head of Hennepin Healthcare that maybe, possibly, Minnesota got it together in time to mitigate the first wave of cases and flatten things.
I was supposed to see my doctor today for yearly bloodwork and general checking-in about my diabetes. The appointment was rescheduled for April 30. In the meantime, it seemed prudent to do better at checking my blood sugar. Preliminary results are not bad, fasting numbers in line with a type 2 diabetic under the care of a doctor, after-dinner ones sometimes fine and sometimes a tad high. It's extremely obvious, a thing I knew but have to keep relearning because it's inconvenient, that increasing exercise will bring both numbers down. I am working on it.
In the meantime, I had to relearn how to use the newish glucometer and finish reading the manual. My old glucometer (still working fine, but if you change health insurance companies you have to get a new glucomter that they approve, and your existing test strips of course don't work in the new glucometer) was supposed to be cleaned and sanitized using Chlorox germicidal wipes. These are useful things to have around and I had in fact used them all up at some point.
This glucometer, impressively, is supposed, according to the manual, to be cleaned and sanitized only with Super Sani-Cloth wipes (available at Home Depot, Amazon, Walmart, and other providers!) I did a quick search for those to see what they were. Of course they are out of stock everywhere. I set a couple of email alerts to be notified if they ever are back in stock for anybody except hospitals, and hied me to the customer support page for the glucometer. The person who helped me via chat responded at once that the meter did not have to be cleaned at all, but if I got blood on it I could just wipe it off with a dampened cloth.
This is of course a relief, AND YET. I am pretty sure when only one product is allowed in a case like this, there's a monetary connection between it and the company that sells the glucometers, but I had not expected to be told that the entire process wasn't really necessary. I'd thought they might tell me to use a little rubbing alcohol if I had it.
Between the New Decameron and my Nevada Barr reread, I'm doing better with reading fiction rather than Twitter, insofar as there's a difference. That's actually not fair to Twitter, where I've found many valuable links and cheering goofiness, and where I can converse with people I don't see here. But you never know when ill-intended fiction will pop up.
Lydy is nurturing a sourdough starter. I had looked extensively at doing so but not started yet. I'm not bored, more slowed down to an even more molasses-like state than my usual by both pity and terror. Thanks, Aristotle.
I miss my sweetie whom I don't live with very much indeed. We have hopes, though not, I guess, during the about-to-take effect shutdown, to sit eight feet apart in the back yard on a warm mellow day, and actually converse.
I'd better shower, dress, clean something, and go for a walk while it's nice out. May you all be safe.
Pamela
