Flaking off yesterday apparently did no harm.
    I'm pleased, too, that it turned out well because I learned some minute lessons about managing blood sugar and b.s. meds (pun unintended but appropriate) on the fly. I was able to apply those lessons today.
    Because her readings were bit higher than normal today, and I knew there was a likelihood that she'd be consuming refined sugar this afternoon, I started her off with a light breakfast of cottage cheese, toast, orange juice, 500 mg metformin, a Detrol and one iron pill (she seemed a bit peaked). Company arrived soon after and she drank water and smoked and watched us put together and raise the unusually complicated shade umbrella in the back. Most of her day was spent sitting and visiting. When groups of us went on property surveys she remained in the domesticated part of the yard. I made sure that she got sick and tired of me reminding her to drink water.
    She measured in normal at lunch and grabbed for a root beer with sugar, as well as a hearty deli lunch with beans, potato salad and a meat and cheese sandwich, so I gave her 1000 mg metformin. If she comes in low normal tonight I'll hold off the metformin and see how she measures in the morning.
    She loved having company and observed (which both of us have noticed many times) how it is that we get more company here than in Mesa. She additionally observed that this house seems to "like company" more than the house in Mesa (I would have to agree with her); "It's inviting in a way that house in Mt. Vernon [Iowa],"
    "Uh, that's Mesa, Mom..."
    "Oh, that's right...in Mesa, what was I saying? Oh, yes, that house in Mesa isn't very inviting. Not like this one."
    "Yes. I know." That's all I said. I don't want to agitate her. She's already testing the waters surrounding getting rid of the Mesa house and moving up here permanently. I'll just let her sit with this for awhile.
    It is true, we do have company planned through the next several weekends. One weekend will probably be pretty hearty, too.
    She's napping, now, with oxygen, but she's "warned" me to let her sleep no later than 1930, 2000 "at the latest." She was quite stiff today (no wonder, considering how much of the last two days she's spent in bed) so I gave her two ibuprofen before she laid down and, amazingly, she took them, so I know she was feeling uncomfortably stiff. She should feel much better at 1930, 2200 "at the latest".
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