Well, it's official. Linds can't keep up to me (or the flight made her tired). She collapsed in a heap on her bed for a 45 minute nap that turned into hours.
While she slept her face off, I was out running sprints and doing thousands of jumping jacks.
Either that, or I was making like a couch potato, stuffing my face and watching tv.
So, yesterday was all about relaxation and hanging out with the G-man in the park.
How frigging awesome is it that I can walk to the park and even play with Griffin there? I can do a teensy bit of 'lazy jogging' at this point, which is totally cool.
No laboured breathing.
No being carried back to the condo over Brad's shoulder.
Griffin really thinks he's the man. He prances around in his coat and boots. He trots up to the ladies and gives them a good sniff...and then barks in their face if he's deemed them worthy.
I've even mastered putting his boots on all my meself. He gives me attitude and yanks his paws back, but I've wrestled him to the ground enough times now that he's caved and just takes it at this point.
Today was a visit to Wally World, otherwise known as Walmart. I hate that place. It has this freaky ability to zero in on my wallet and suck the life out of it.
The good news is that I had the energy to walk around the entire store; although Pamela and Linds offered to let me ride in the cart. I couldn't even imagine doing that 2 months ago. The mere thought of walking around Walmart, or any other store for that matter, would have made me want to have a nap on my bed made of pillows.
The only minor issue I had was my blood sugar. As I've mentioned, at least I think I've mentioned this (my brain is a bit foggy due to the incredible amounts of medication I'm ingesting on a daily basis), my diabetes is a bit wonky. The immunosuppressive drugs, combined with the prednisone (steroid), has caused my blood sugar to spin a bit out of control.
I went to CF clinic last week to discuss this and figure out some sort of battle plan.
I didn't get new chunkers to have diabetic complications.
My insulin needs have changed - translation...skyrocketed.
I'm doing my best, I'm recording everything, waking up at 3am to test, sticking needles in my body left right and center, and trying to make super good choices.
I had my diabetes under tight control before the new chunkers and truckloads of drugs. It took a long time and many lectures from a very patient dietitian to get me there. Thanks Janey for not giving up on me, even though I admit I was somewhat annoying and frustrating.
I will win this fight. I will.