Good
Morning Gentlepeople,
This
is usually a good time to work on this.
Jerry and Mom are asleep, and the dogs are resting quietly. This is more fun than doing the dishes. LOL
My
little Yorkie, Grayson, is grieving over Stewart. He won’t get up on the couch with me. That spot was Stewart’s, and he doesn’t want
to be loved on or held. Considering the
fact that Grayson was never a cuddle buddy, but he would always get up on the
couch with me as long as I promised not to hold, squeeze or kiss on him. No,
Grayson is not very good as a snuggle bug, but he still follows me around
everywhere. I think Grayson thinks I’m
gonna run away from home and escape, and he’s not letting me go without
him. I always knew he was a smart dog!!!
I’m
holding my own with my liver disease.
Had more blood work done on Thursday (May 22) and when I called about
it, my results were really good. On top
of being a diabetic and having to take 7 shots a day (not always good about
taking my shots) and the dietary restrictions that goes with that (nasty
healthy food) now I have to be very careful about ingesting things with
potassium. I knew bananas were high in
it, but tomatoes, potatoes, avocados, as well as many other “healthy” foods will
mess me up. I’m on 2 diuretics, lasix
and and spiro-oh who cares. The spiro
works the best, but it also causes high potassium. If my levels go too high, I could have a
heart attack, and without it, I’ll have to go to the hospital all the
time. The nurses at the juicing station
have told me that they have some people coming in everyday and having 10-20
liters drained off each time. Oh, the
threat of infection, that is really scary.
So now I’m attempting to watch everything I buy at the supermarket, but
there are a lot of labels that don’t mention the potassium content.
Mama
loves to go out to eat, and she really loves Golden Corral (if given the choice). Mama’s brother, Kenny, and their cousin,
Betty, have been going on Wednesday for the past several years, and they would
rather go to Ryan’s. I had to have a
hard talk with Mama, cuz she wants to go every week. I can’t physically afford to go that
frequently. I went with the group to
Ryan’s acouple of weeks ago, and I used to really enjoy the place. However, Ryan’s has changed so much, and I am
not impressed. So, I don’t have to worry
about overeating there, LOL. But when I
have a doctor appointment or labs—Mama strikes for the kill. If I don’t take her to Golden Corral, I WILL
pay for it! There’s nothing worse than a
hungry 76 year-old Mama (being all of 4’ 11”) and I am just too tired to fight
anymore. I’ll take her every 2 weeks,
and if she wants to go more often, she can go with Uncle Kenny and Cousin
Betty. I never had children, but this is
what I would imagine from a child—throwing a temper tantrum. I have learned that I have to pick my battles
with her. Besides, she’s so cute when she’s not mad.
Guess
I had better shut up. I want to get the
dishes done before Mama wakes up. Quite sure she’ll want a Hardy’s bacon, egg
and cheese biscuit and a McDonald’s coffee.
Fortunately they are caddy-corner to each other.
Cya,
Arlynda
Lea
