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stitchwhich) wrote2012-10-31 05:03 am
stitchwhich) wrote2012-10-31 05:03 am
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Boring me-stuff
I am hiding from work I really should be doing. So, one indulgence and then it's back to work for me. I know darned well that once I get started, I'll be hooked and won't want to stop until my eyes cross or Bossman comes home from work this evening (why yes, I have been awake all night. Does it show?)
Thursday = Diabetes follow-up with the doctor day. I can't say that I am looking forward to it. I would have been, but Bossman sussed out something that I'd kinda been quiet about and now I am asked to discuss a handicap-tag with the doctor. Le sigh. I want/don't want one.
See, just before last weekend we became aware that our remaining toilet (Master bathroom) developed a leak. Or rather, in pretty much one day we discovered mold/mildew growing on the bottom 6" of the three walls which form our toilet 'nook'. Bossman insisted that the leak was coming from the shower fixtures inside the wall (that wall is one of the three) while I maintained that it was from the toilet's wax ring on the floor. The discussion was not a jolly one, and apologies were made on both sides. So ultimately we decided to take out the drywall on the shower-side in order to examine the fixtures (I, as the "that's not it" maintainer, shrugged my shoulders over this, as I had for quite a while had been bringing up having a plumber come in to fix a longstanding drip coming from the hot water handle. Now I have permission to call in a plumber, which I had not had previous to the discussion. So for me it was "a good thing".) (Not to mention that I won't be the one doing any of the restoring of the drywall.) Examination of the shower pipes made it clear that there was no internal leaking going on. It also caused me some forehead wrinkling, as I noticed that there is a long taut wire leading up from one of the pipes to Points Unknown at the top of the wall (or into the ceiling? Whattheheck IS that thing for?). I haven't asked Bossman if he knows what the wire is for - I'm afraid that he'll mess with it, in that handyman-curiosity manner that many men seem to have... (no offense intended to women, it's just that I haven't met many women who are all that eager to take Something Unknown apart just to figure out what it is and without being sure about being able to put it back (or replace it) correctly afterwards.)
So further investigation proves that the toilet ring is, in fact, leaking - and that the padding under the floor has saturated and has shared the wet, allowing wicking of liquid up wallboards. So the floor must be replaced also. All this while I'm still waiting for Bossman to finish the repairs to the main (now "his") bathroom, which will be designed by himself in colours and such of his own choosing, and which as been gutted and unused for about a year and a half now.
Friday afternoon started with a trip to Home Depot to look at floor samples and toilets (and installation costs). Then we segued to Lowe's, and followed up with dinner at the Village Inn, where we could do online searches for reviews about the various products that we thought we'd like while we waited for our meal.
And that is what cost me my 'secrecy' (as it were), as Bossman had not been on a long shopping trip with me for months, if not over a year. I didn't last long on my feet before I told him that I had to sit down. He kept powering on, with the dogged tunnel-vision that craftsmen get, until he noticed that in the cold store I was sweating and pale. So he found me a seat (on a pile of plywood!) while he finished up pricing items. On the way to Lowe's he asked me what was going on and I had to admit to him that I have been having a problem with my thighs going numb if I'm upright for longer than about 45 minutes. After about an hour, I start sweating and shaking... so far, I've found a place to sit before it has gotten any worse so I don't know if it will get any worse - it might just 'peak' at that. But I fear that it will continue to worsen and that at some point I'll faceplant because my legs stop working.
He didn't say anything about it to me after that, just made sure that I could pause and rest as we shopped. But a few days later, when he knew I was bound to see the doc this week, he asked me to request a discussion about getting a handicapped tag. He'd been toting up in his head the clues and had figured out that this has been going on for well over a year.
It's not too bad. Really. It's just annoying. I looked it up online and found that it is not that uncommon in the obese or the diabetic, and as I am both, well - there ya are. It is a neural problem and I most likely will have to have (yet more, yippee) tests to rule out more spine damage but great googgly-mooglies! I just didn't want to drag one more "weird thing" to my GP. I mean - I have been his patient long enough that he has seen me through a heart ablation, breast surgery, third degree burns on one breast (which, btw, hid a good part of the incision scar when they began to heal), spinal replacement, a huge ovarian cyst requiring surgical removal, some kind of thing on my shin that no one can diagnose, gallbladder removal, cancer, and diabetes... I get the feeling that every time I go to see him I induce in him the same feeling that a car repairman gets facing a 1971 Ford Pinto the owner just refuses to replace.
So I'm not looking forward to the visit. I also am looking forward to the visit. (Conflicted? Yup.) Because in terms of a diabetes check-up, I'm going to get complimented on how I've been maintaining my blood sugars and diet, and on how much weight I've lost. And, I'm hoping, I'll hear that I am closer to my goal of maintaining my glucose level "through diet and exercise" rather than doses of drugs.
Although I'm going to have to figure out a good stamina-building exercise that doesn't involve either being upright (walking) or riding a bike (speeds up the numbness, darn it) if I'm going to get that 'through exercise' thing going. I was kinda thinking of checking out the reclining bikes at the gym, or the rowing machines. But first I need to ask the doc if he has a problem with either of those ideas. Assuming he doesn't just advise Bossman to scrap me...
Thursday = Diabetes follow-up with the doctor day. I can't say that I am looking forward to it. I would have been, but Bossman sussed out something that I'd kinda been quiet about and now I am asked to discuss a handicap-tag with the doctor. Le sigh. I want/don't want one.
See, just before last weekend we became aware that our remaining toilet (Master bathroom) developed a leak. Or rather, in pretty much one day we discovered mold/mildew growing on the bottom 6" of the three walls which form our toilet 'nook'. Bossman insisted that the leak was coming from the shower fixtures inside the wall (that wall is one of the three) while I maintained that it was from the toilet's wax ring on the floor. The discussion was not a jolly one, and apologies were made on both sides. So ultimately we decided to take out the drywall on the shower-side in order to examine the fixtures (I, as the "that's not it" maintainer, shrugged my shoulders over this, as I had for quite a while had been bringing up having a plumber come in to fix a longstanding drip coming from the hot water handle. Now I have permission to call in a plumber, which I had not had previous to the discussion. So for me it was "a good thing".) (Not to mention that I won't be the one doing any of the restoring of the drywall.) Examination of the shower pipes made it clear that there was no internal leaking going on. It also caused me some forehead wrinkling, as I noticed that there is a long taut wire leading up from one of the pipes to Points Unknown at the top of the wall (or into the ceiling? Whattheheck IS that thing for?). I haven't asked Bossman if he knows what the wire is for - I'm afraid that he'll mess with it, in that handyman-curiosity manner that many men seem to have... (no offense intended to women, it's just that I haven't met many women who are all that eager to take Something Unknown apart just to figure out what it is and without being sure about being able to put it back (or replace it) correctly afterwards.)
So further investigation proves that the toilet ring is, in fact, leaking - and that the padding under the floor has saturated and has shared the wet, allowing wicking of liquid up wallboards. So the floor must be replaced also. All this while I'm still waiting for Bossman to finish the repairs to the main (now "his") bathroom, which will be designed by himself in colours and such of his own choosing, and which as been gutted and unused for about a year and a half now.
Friday afternoon started with a trip to Home Depot to look at floor samples and toilets (and installation costs). Then we segued to Lowe's, and followed up with dinner at the Village Inn, where we could do online searches for reviews about the various products that we thought we'd like while we waited for our meal.
And that is what cost me my 'secrecy' (as it were), as Bossman had not been on a long shopping trip with me for months, if not over a year. I didn't last long on my feet before I told him that I had to sit down. He kept powering on, with the dogged tunnel-vision that craftsmen get, until he noticed that in the cold store I was sweating and pale. So he found me a seat (on a pile of plywood!) while he finished up pricing items. On the way to Lowe's he asked me what was going on and I had to admit to him that I have been having a problem with my thighs going numb if I'm upright for longer than about 45 minutes. After about an hour, I start sweating and shaking... so far, I've found a place to sit before it has gotten any worse so I don't know if it will get any worse - it might just 'peak' at that. But I fear that it will continue to worsen and that at some point I'll faceplant because my legs stop working.
He didn't say anything about it to me after that, just made sure that I could pause and rest as we shopped. But a few days later, when he knew I was bound to see the doc this week, he asked me to request a discussion about getting a handicapped tag. He'd been toting up in his head the clues and had figured out that this has been going on for well over a year.
It's not too bad. Really. It's just annoying. I looked it up online and found that it is not that uncommon in the obese or the diabetic, and as I am both, well - there ya are. It is a neural problem and I most likely will have to have (yet more, yippee) tests to rule out more spine damage but great googgly-mooglies! I just didn't want to drag one more "weird thing" to my GP. I mean - I have been his patient long enough that he has seen me through a heart ablation, breast surgery, third degree burns on one breast (which, btw, hid a good part of the incision scar when they began to heal), spinal replacement, a huge ovarian cyst requiring surgical removal, some kind of thing on my shin that no one can diagnose, gallbladder removal, cancer, and diabetes... I get the feeling that every time I go to see him I induce in him the same feeling that a car repairman gets facing a 1971 Ford Pinto the owner just refuses to replace.
So I'm not looking forward to the visit. I also am looking forward to the visit. (Conflicted? Yup.) Because in terms of a diabetes check-up, I'm going to get complimented on how I've been maintaining my blood sugars and diet, and on how much weight I've lost. And, I'm hoping, I'll hear that I am closer to my goal of maintaining my glucose level "through diet and exercise" rather than doses of drugs.
Although I'm going to have to figure out a good stamina-building exercise that doesn't involve either being upright (walking) or riding a bike (speeds up the numbness, darn it) if I'm going to get that 'through exercise' thing going. I was kinda thinking of checking out the reclining bikes at the gym, or the rowing machines. But first I need to ask the doc if he has a problem with either of those ideas. Assuming he doesn't just advise Bossman to scrap me...