So on Friday I screwed up and fed Buzz when I shouldn't have. I took him in Saturday morning. His blood sugar was "off the charts" again, so we upped the dosage. I was under the mistaken assumption that 3-5 units was the max based on his body weight. That was wrong. We're on 6 now, and I'll be taking him back this Friday. I asked the vet about that, and she said no. If we do get up to 10 units without a significant drop, we may have to reassess, possibly change the type of insulin or something. It could mean that he is especially insulin resistant. He's up a pound, though, to 11.5. I think that's fine, as long as he doesn't get too much higher. At least he's eating.
The feeding/injections outside the bathroom is going ok so far. As long as I don't run up to him while he's eating, he stays there and lets me do the injection without squirming or running off.
On Friday, I ended up working out with Stacey at 4:00 instead of 8:00. As I was about to leave, my old trainer called me. Stacey was there at his gym, and he apparently called with her there (about to leave to go to the TKD studio to meet me) just to harass me. He said something about having a pic of himself back in the day, and he wanted me to see it. (I'd shown him and the rest of the gang a pic of me from back then.) He said something like, "You probably don't remember me back then, anyway." I said vaguely. Heh. He also said something about me coming to his gym to work out. I told him as soon as I win the lottery. He then said, "What if I told you I wouldn't charge you anything?" What?!?!?!? I asked Stacey about it, and she said he'd like more people in the gym. And he's working with her in preparation for future fights. She'll be working there as a personal trainer, too. So, cool! It's not that far, but more out of the way for me. They have way better equipment there. WAY.
So yeah. We worked legs. I said something about it being like old times, but she had to work at 5:00, so no time for a walk. She said I could come back at 8:00. So I did. I hadn't planned to, but I was still in my workout clothes at 7:30 after running errands, doing chores, and walking/jogging a little on the treadmill, so I sent her a text. Stacey, Jessica, her son and I ended up walking. Jess is VERY pregnant, and hoping to go into labor as soon as possible, though she's due in about 3 weeks. I jokingly told her she should do some jumping squats, but she wisely ignored this advice. I am the anti-authority on children and childbirth.
On Saturday, since there was no class due to testing/tournament, I lazed around in the morning (after the vet). After lunch, I went to K0hl's to spend my $15 off coupon. I found another pair of pants. Two, actually. I think it might have been a mistake, but I got one of the pairs of pants for $6.99. I wasn't about to say anything, though. I got a ring like this for $6. It makes me happy. I don't know why. (It's not an LG X3non. WANT. I'll be coveting that from afar for a while.)
I ran some other errands, and went home. Oh, at this point, I'd finished 2 B!g Love DVDs since Thursday or so. I'm a bit obsessed. It's such a good show! And Season 3 will be released on 7/7.
On Sunday, I spent all day in my pajamas. I got all my chores done, but didn't give myself a pedicure (despite finding just the right shade of bright, bright red - I know! I usually wear anything but a natural shade.). I decided they'd last another week. I bathed the stinking dog and trimmed his nails. I HATE doing both of those, but especially the nails, since they are black. He bleeds a little probably 60% of the time. I try to trim just a little, but it's hard to tell.
Went to class Monday night. Jack threatened to split me and Stacey up. Whatever. He picks on us, though. We do run our mouths and laugh at each other, but we still do work (son).
Leigh has informed me that these have been discontinued. No wonder I have had such a hard time finding them! Bastards. How can they do this to me? This is my favorite veggie protein source. (Sorry, but the skewers, while tasty, do not compare IMO.)
Dammit. I'm starting a petition. I've already emailed them.
I think I've mentioned a lady in my class that is annoying. She will not take direction or correction from the instructor, or anyone else. She still cannot punch correctly, which my instructor always says is the first thing you need to master. Well, she wanted to test this past Saturday. A month prior, he told everyone they needed to come to class as much as they can. Well, she may be there once a week, if that. I also noticed Monday night that she can't round kick for shit. This is one of the things I wanted to work on before I tested, turning down the first offer to test. He doesn't ask people to test if he thinks they won't pass. Or if they don't come to class.
Anyway. Last Thursday, I happened to be her partner. Not my choice, just how it worked out. I was asking her if she was testing, what she wanted to work on, etc. She proceeded to tell me that she's bored in class, and that we do the same thing every time. I said, "How often are you here?" Yeah. We DO NOT do the same thing. She then tried to claim she was better than the strange socially awkward guy in class who tested last time. Uh, sorry. As much as I don't like to be his partner for other reasons, you are delusional. She even bitched about a 16 year old girl who tested (and passed!). Yeah, she knows what she's doing.
She said she had to talk to him after 1st class, that she couldn't be there Saturday because of some church thing. She wanted to test on another day. Well. He wasn't having that. she got all pissy and sat bitching to me for a good 10 minutes between classes. I just kept shrugging and saying, i don't know what to tell you. I just wished she would leave. As much as I could have hurt her feelings, I had no desire to. (She's tread lightly with me since I sort of blew up on her one day. Well, there was no yelling. There was a menacing threat, though. I admit it. She pissed me off doing stupid shit!)
She ended up bitching to her only ally there, one of the front desk people. Then she bitched to one of the owners who happened to be there that night. Whatever. Despite office politics and annoyances, the owner and manager tend to side with the instructors on these types of things. And regardless of the fact that she is an asshole, he wouldn't deny her testing because of that. (He let Creepy McCreepypants test last year, and we all agree that he is a creepy, asshole-y douchebag.) A meeting was set up with her, the instructor, the manager, and maybe the owner on Monday afternoon. I didn't hear how it went, but she was in class later. Hmmm.
I nearly had myself convinced last night that I had a staph infection. I should really stay off W3bMD. (Not a toomah!) I had what looked like a bug bite or a zit on my forearm. Could be either, especially the latter. I can get those anywhere. Had something like that on my leg a couple weeks ago that went away after applying cortisone regularly. Anyway. I foolishly picked at this one. Later, after dinner, what appeared to be red lines (at least one) were winding away from it, about 3 inches long. So, judging from the linked article...yeah.
But then this morning, it was nearly gone. So either I have super immunity (hey, that infected cat bite got better on its own without antibiotics), or it was...a scratch or something. Who knows?
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
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