Oops!

It's been quite the day for oopsies. I was supposed to start testing myself two hours after lunch yesterday. Well, first of all, I forgot what time I ate lunch. Was it 12.30, was it 1.00, was it 1.30? Who knows? Then I was so busy at the laundromat because our own washer was having issues, that I forgot to test. I remembered around 5.00, which was definitely too late.

So that was the first oopsie. The second was when I lay down on the couch for a short nap at about 6.00, after I'd finished helping a friend with an MS Word problem. I figured I'd get up and make dinner in about an hour.

I woke up at 1.52 this morning.

Well, not wanting to go too long without food and having my morning numbers be too low, I broke my Gremlins rule, and ate after midnight, baking myself two Gortons Breaded Fish Fillets. I'm starting to think I should buy stock in the company.

My number this morning was a spot on 100.

The third oopsie was the link I put in here for subscribing by email. Seems I copied the wrong HTML code, and it's subscribing people to my other blog, The Word From G. I hope to have that fixed soon.

Oy...what a day!

Me and Roger Clemens

I get it now! Being the big needle wimp that I am, I just couldn't understand the whole steroids thing in sports. You're gonna stick a needle in your leg every day, just to hit more home runs? What are you, crazy?

But if they're using the same needles I'm using...well then, it ain't that bad.

Oh, and by the way...I'm 118 this morning. I had a little ice cream and some popcorn last night. I'd rather wake up a little high than too low.

Time For A Cookie

77? I'm sorry, but that's a little low for my tastes. Glucose Buddy doesn't like it either; it thinks that normal starts at 80. I think I need to have a few more carbs before I go to bed at night.

But for now, I'll have a cookie before I shoot up.

Auld Lang Syne

Today is 111. We're back from vacation, we finally have our van back, Sofie's at camp for two days, and all"s right with the world.

Now I just need to get some half-inch #8 flathead screws for the kitchen.

$180 Is Not Fine!

This morning's number is 104, and that's good. But in my attempts to photograph the Bethlehem Star, I ran across another number that I didn't like: $180. That's the fine that each of a group of Lehigh University students got for trespassing and going where I went.

With that in mind, I decided not to make one more attempt to get the star while lit, and with the sky light too. I've been lucky so far, and didn't want to push it.

But...I've heard that you're able to see it from the tower in Iacocca Hall at Lehigh, and that's pretty close. Maybe I'll check that out today while Devra's getting ready, or maybe I'll check it out on some other trip.

Who knows, maybe I'll even get official permission to go to the site without worrying about a $180 fine.

Follow The Star

I was 104 this morning, and then rushed out of the house to follow the star. What star? The star of Bethlehem, of course!

You see, we're visiting friends of ours in Bethlehem, PA, and one of their famous landmarks is the star on the north face of South Mountain. It's been said that at night it can be seen from as far as Wind Gap, 20 miles away. Well, for years we've wanted to see this thing up close, rather than at the nice respectful distance of downtown Bethlehem. The problem is that the closer you get to it, the harder it is to see it. It has something to do with the way the trees are cut just below it, so that it doesn't overwhelm the folks who live just downhill from it.

Well today I finally found the hidden path to it, and got a few pictures. Problem was, it was the wrong time of day, and the sun was almost right behind it. So much for that idea. I figured I'd head back up at about dusk. Then the sun would be out of the way, and the star would actually be lit up.

Good idea in theory, but by the time we got to the star, it was dark enough that that's about all that showed up in the pictures. We really should've headed out there about an hour earlier.

So...if I want the perfect picture of it, I either have to head out there in the early early tomorrow morning, before it's shut off, or wait until our next trip down in a few months. Right now I'm thinking it'll happen on our next trip down.

Here are the pictures. One from this morning and one from this evening.

The daytime shot.

The evening shot.

A Little Bit Of Bethlehem

Pretty much ever since we've been coming to Bethlehem, we've visited the Chopstix Express takeout for fried rice and egg rolls. That means we've been doing it for 16 years.

When we arrived last night, Dev asked if we were going to get rice, because it just wouldn't be Bethlehem without it. So back into the car we went to get a quart of the stuff. And even though I had already had a Subway turkey sandwich, I decided to treat myself to 2/3 cup of Bethlehem.

This morning's number: 92.

Let Him Eat Cake!

So yesterday I treated myself to a coffee shake from Friendly's and had another piece of cake from Christmas (but obviously couldn't finish the piece that Sofie didn't want). Dinner, to make up for my indulgences (paging Johann Tetzel), was two Gorton's breaded fish fillets.

Today's number is...88.

'Twas The Day After Christmas

Ho! Ho! Ho! I had pasta and breaded chicken cutlet at my sister-in-law's house yesterday, a few Pillsbury shape cookies at our house in the morning, and a slice of that cake when we got home last night.

My number this morning? 111.

My only problem is that it's getting to be really hard for me to get enough blood to test myself. By the time I manage to get a big enough drop, I've gone through three fingers and the test meter has given me an error message because I took too long. ARRGH!

Merry Christmas!

I've been diabetic for about a month now...or at least I've known that I'm diabetic for that long. I was 97 this morning. I figure that's pretty good. And now that I've got this blog thing running, here's a graph of my morning numbers for the past month or so.

Anything within the yellow band is considered good.