Okay, so now a friend of mine has the same high blood pressure I have --even the same top number. Weird coincidence. She has various theories for the cause, but I'm sticking with I don't know nuthin' about nuthin'. Although I did briefly whisper to my cardiologist that ordering from Door Dash may have a little bit to do with it. He didn't choke like he does when I say something unexpected -- usually more colorful phrasing than my totally cool and dignified manner would portend, and I guess he's not used to hearing stuff that isn't hoity toity. I wanted him to choke. He needs to loosen up.
I cleaned off my desk. Don't get excited ... it's now worse than ever. I separated the stuff that didn't belong there by placing it on my desk chair. The rest of the stuff, I just put in a stack or three on the floor. Then I realized all this organization means I can't sit at my desk, so I emptied the chair stuff into a big Aldi bag. I put the stacked stuff on my desk. It should look emptier, but it doesn't.
I have decided that organizing things is not in my wheelhouse. I've been trying all my life, and except for bookcases, it just doesn't work out. Put it this way: If I find something where it belongs, I am always shocked.
My son was searching for his Kindle last night. He said, Oh no, Mom, I'm turning into you! I replied, No, you aren't because I am not a thief. He took my bottle of Hershey's dark chocolate syrup out of the fridge and threw it away!!!!!!!!!! And he took the trash out after, in case I tried to find it. And he doesn't regret it.
My lovely fake son-in-law (married to my stepdaughter) said it was his fault. He instructed my son to keep tabs on what I eat, because the guy is like obsessed with my diet. He says it's because I'm not obsessed enough. Well, we got dx'd with chronic kidney disease at the same time. His is worse than mine. I swanee, no vegetables pass his lips, and he doesn't eat slices of meat, he eats huge hunks! Enough to feed about 4 people! CKD means lower protein diet, low salt, and half the stuff that is good for people is not good for sick kidneys. Plus the syrup was because of my A1C being high -- but not crossing the line into diabetes.
My goal, if we have an ice storm, is to spend it getting all the stuff I should have done some time ago finished. And I am going to figure out an eating plan that takes into full account my heart, kidneys, and blood pressure. It won't be so horrible. It's probably the exact way I've been eating for the last 15 years, except for the last 6 months.
If I get a terminal illness, I'm going to smoke, eat whatever I want to, and drink Jameson and coffee with real sugar in it. I'm going to play my music real loudly -- no ear buds or pods or whatever they are called. I am going to swear with wild abandon. Due the the whiskey, I won't be driving. I am going to be a Very Bad Example and have a great time doing it. I am going to join the Resistance.
... but thank goodness it's finally done, it's something I've been wanting to do for a long time...
