There are actually times that I forgot to give myself insulin the past couple of weeks. HOW could that happen? I tested, I counted carbs, I determined the dose – and then forgot to shoot. I didn’t do it often, just enough to give myself a dope slap and swear not to do it again. (Especially since I’m still figuring out “corrections.”)
We’re at “grandpa’s house” on the lake, have been for a couple of weeks. The sons came to visit. My sister was here along with some friends of hers. My humdrum life has been not so humdrum and so, I forgot… two or three times.
When my brain has been working, I’ve actually done okay with the numbers and eating a whole lot of stuff that I don’t normally eat. My “carb book” sits on the counter and I dutifully look up corn on the cob and other fancy (carby) foods that aren’t part of my normal diet.
This is probably our last summer at dad’s house on the lake. We have to sell it and we’ll all be sad. None of us can afford to buy it… I bought some lottery tickets (first time!) for our anniversary (#35) hoping I’d win but, didn’t happen. Below just one photo that shows why we love this house of my parents.