Life is a combination of magic and pasta.

Had the phone appointment with the GP and to try to get the A1c and glucose readings down a bit, we're going to try metformin again. I looked it up and it's been 10 years since I took it and the reason I stopped is that my pharmacy changed the formulation and it was like starting day 1 for months with stomach upset. I'm at a different pharmacy and chances are things have changed again so we'll see how it goes. If I don't tolerate it well or if it starts the menstrual cycle back up with a vengeance, we'll consider something else. She suggested possibly jardiance. Thoughts? I don't know other meds that well.

We're going to hold off on any meds for the depression/anxiety since Pristiq was a fail. If we consider it again, she loved the idea of doing the genesight testing first (thanks threecee!). Right now I want to focus on the physical and I should check and see if my talk therapist has any openings. It was Dec 2020 last time I checked and as we all know, that was prime COVID freakout period and she was overbooked. I've also been trying out some of the AARP tai chi and qi gong classes which I like a couple of them. I should see if they have some guided meditation at a convenient time.

Dad's not been feeling too hot and the symptoms sound like long covid ones. Poor old dude. I'm sure that the Sis/BIL church stress doesn't help. Crossing fingers for another bounceback there.

Yesterday JuneBug was onto my plans and hid under the bed so I had to reschedule her appointment for next week. She's not sneezing as much at the moment but when I say that, she starts in again.

Before I get to my own stuff, Dad update. He was feeling better the last day and a half though he did sound a little gravelly still. But how did I know he was getting better? Because Mr Antisocial was whining about being lonely and had INSISTED that even if he tested negative that he wasn't going to be allowed out, even if Sis came to collect him (no, no one told him this, he's assuming and couldn't be convinced otherwise). lol. Dude, it wasn't even a WEEK yet. Guess with your newfound short memory, 2020 was ages away.

Then he mentioned last night that he ate something (not sure what) out of his mini-fridge and thinks it might have gone bad since he wasn't feeling well. He didn't have a good night and had to call me at 7:45 this morning to tell me he had black poo again. Sigh. Well you're getting over covid which includes not a lot of moving around for days, you possibly ate something bad, and you have a chronically screwed up stomach. While not completely surprising, it would be nice if he (and I) could get a break for a while. I called him around 11 and he was able to eat a little oatmeal for breakfast but was still feeling cruddy and had been sleeping. Crossing fingers that things start to improve again.

So aaaanyway. Last night I caved and signed up for AARP - cheaper than I thought - and tried out a virtual tai chi zoom session with 180 other people. I was only able to do close to half of it before I had to sit down but considering the guy was sounding a bit out of breath, I didn't feel too bad about only managing part of the class. I knew I was out of shape but damn. It's each Friday so I'll keep trying and hopefully can do a little more each time.

I got my exercise in today, though. Down and up the stairs for a trip to HMart to get veggies, tofu and seafood. For some reason the pharmacy wasn't open at 15 minutes past opening time so I went home and dropped off groceries. Then about 20 minutes later it was down and up the stairs to go get the prescriptions (I also parked behind the deli across the street since it's easier to get in and out of...and got pick 6 there heh). Then a few hours later, down and up the stairs to get a package on the front porch that has some glass containers with bamboo lids to replace some beat up plastic ones.

Then the last annoying one. I saw the fedex guy that I knew he had my new meter. He was in the lot so I thought yay! No more stairs. No such luck. I looked out after he left and no package, nothing on the stairs. I looked at the picture on the confirmation email and it was on the middle of some staircase but which one? No clue but I assumed 475 since that's the usual mistranslation of my address. So I gathered my cardboard and put it in the dumpster and nope, not there. I had to backtrack and it was on the staircase BEYOND mine. Idiots.

To give the new meter (thanks vysila for the recommendation) a try, I unpackaged everything and followed the directions to see if it worked and was all nervous. The reading was 139 which I'd had a low-carb wrap sandwich about an hour before so I think that's super good, isn't it? My poor little finger has a bruise. Awww.