Lika’s Log

Its been two weeks now that I’ve been taking my blood sugar 4 times a day. Before each meal and before going to bed. My fingertips feel all pricklyish and I can never remember which finger I pricked last.

Doing this measuring my blood sugar has been a real education. I understand more how what I eat & drink effects my blood sugar. Also ones blood sugar goes up or down with stress or too little food, too much food. Mostly too much food. LOL

I’ve cut out dessert first. Oh, what a good girl am I. Yeah well its all about “eat right or die.” Decisions decisions, ya’know. *L* I stop cooking rice, so I no eat rice. But I eat rice if I go to one plate lunch place la dat. I’ve become much more aware of WHAT I eat.

I think I’m doing a good job. I’ve brought the average down on my blood sugar so thats a good thing. My blood sugar has not been extremely high. Its still in that borderline range. Hopefully me keeping it down now, will teach me how to keep it down forever.

I could be so depressed thinking about what I use to eat or want I want to eat or haven’t eaten. I just have to tell myself I am prolonging my life. Thats a good thing right?

Long healthy life vs. a short fat one; its a no brainer. *L*

The Nurse shot me in the arm. Litrally. She thought the needle was just going smoosh thru my skin or what, I dunno. Probablly didn’t help that I was kinda tense. Its been a while since I’ve had a shot. Last time I got a shot I was all drugged out couldn’t feel jack anyways. This time I was like, eeeeeeee.

I think I scared the nurse too because as soon as that needle hit my skin and didn’t go right in easily I opened my mouth wide to scream but no sound came out. I was just making funny face with my mouth wide open not wanting to scream but feeling I should have.

She started apologizing over and over again. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I thought it would go right it.” Yeah well, THAT’S WHAT HE SAID. LOL

She tells me to move my arm around so it doesn’t get sore. 10 minutes after the shot I’m driving back to work and I feel this ugly throbbing in my head. Great. But it goes away and I forgot I got a shot so afta work I’m like “why does my arm hurt?”

I may look fat but my arms are moe hard then they are flabby. hehehe My flab is concentrated below the waist or more like AT the waist and above the knees; way up above the knees. heheheh

I got a shot for preventing pneumonia. Supposeably it will prevent me from getting pneumonia for at least five years. I’m thinking it should prevent da flu too, so what if thats not what its geared too. My thought is me getting the flu usually turns into bronchitis, turns into pneumonia. So I’m thinking I’m good to go with flu & bronchitis no have to worry about pneumonia. Or something la dat. Tita logic, I dunno. I thinking I’m ok though.

BUT the Doctor is suspicious that I may be pre-diabetes. I don’t think I am, and he is totally not sure because of my ENDOCRINE issues. Aka no thyroid. Thyroid is part of the endocrine system, my Doc is a specialist in endocrinology. Soooooo da bugga gave me free spears & machine for test my blood before I eat & go moimoi night time.

I gotta keep log of the sugar levels. Gotta write him one book about my energy levels blah blah blah….hoooo humbug and yet, makes me aware of what the hell is going on.

I did loose 3 lbs. woohoo! Now if I can only times dat by 10 yeah! *L*

For many of us diet or the lack of is a major source or thee source of our healthiness. I know it ain’t just me, just that I’m worst then most with issues up the yingyang or is it down. LOL

For the past 6 months its been all about my thyroid levels. Too low, too high, too up & down. Well finally its averaged out well. So of course there would be other issues because you can’t have the good with out the bad.

My last panel of bloodword showed this is up and that is too high and this is buzzurk. Don’t want to bore anyone with the details. Bottom line is eat right or die. Ok, that may or may not be an exagerration but its close. *L*

Death by Rocky Road. That could be me. Ms Dessert First, pau no can. I shouldn’t and but….. easier said then done. Thats what I get for bitching ova my Low Iodine Diet. I should stick with that and modify it.

Wake up call anyway. Eat right or die. No, the doctor didn’t say that but I saw him thinking it. When you think about it, much of the human disease and issues can be solved with a better cleaner diet.

Oh and exercise of course. I’ve finally gotten into the habit of dragging my behind outta bed and into the gym. I understand and my body understands the difference between no workout and working out. Even if its just 30 minutes on the treadmill, with me it makes a difference big time. Although it may not look it; with me its a feeling functioning thing. It makes functioning better. *L*

So Doc asks me any issues or complications.

“Not really, just the usual; I go to the gym and yet I don’t loose weight.”

He looks over to the desk where there is a copy of the latest “Diabetic Today” or some publication like that. There’s a lady with her work out outfit holding a huge piece of chocolate plate. Doc looks points to the magazine cover and asks me;

“Do you do that?”

Eyebrows go up, innocent who me look; “Oh yeah dessert first, thats why I go to the gym.”

He looks at me with his “eat right or die” look and says;

“So you understand why you are not loosing weight and your blood work is not so good.”

Story of my life yeah, “not so good.” So gotta buy me more fruits and nuts and get into eating the right way. Its hard eating the right way. Its easier to just eat da junk way yeah…..

Ok so the choice is, eat right or die! That should be a no brainer. *LOL*

August five, same ting. *L* I haven’t written here for two days; fo’real? Really. Where has the time gone. I’m so losing it or maybe I’m just lost. LOL

I’ve been ok yet not dat ok. I don’t know how to explain it except that there are days that I know something is outta whack, ada den my mind. I’m talking physiologically here. Aysos big college word.

I can tell somethings not right. I’m too tired, too achy breaky, too lathargic. Oh as mean same as tired, only thing as college kine word. hehehe Can I say “lackadasial.” I don’t know why I stay using college words and I dunno how fo’spellum’. I juss like ack?

I think I have an arthritic ass. Fo’real. Wayway back inda day I pulled my left hip. My left ass has never been da same. *L* Oh like I get one left & right kulu. Ok my left hip has never been the same. It aches. I wake up stiff. If I don’t go to the gym, moe worst. Its like the day is shot or something. Its a sign huh? Get yo’ass in da gym girlfriend! Yeah yeah yeah ok so my okole is makule but EH, it still works. Serves me well. ~LOL~

Maybe its just psychological. Psychosomatic. Wotsup wit all dese big words? *L*

Oh and the overweight thing…..lets not even go there. I think as long as I go to the gym I’m fine. Or so I like to think.

I tell myself its my metabolism which I don’t have. I tell myself its my thyroid, oh I don’t have that either. I tell myself duh, its called thyroid cancer? OH is that what it is…… LOL

I woke up Sunday morning feeling ill. What does feeling ill feel like? For me its that my head is gonna bust open and my body especially my joints ache to high heaven. My body feels like its gonna shut down and not function; and my mind is like in totally denial. This too shall pass and it does, usually.

I spent months la dat so I don’t know why I’m shocked when it happens to me. But I am. I always think I’m passed dat phase. LOL Not. I woke up and wondered what da hell did I do to bring this on.

I went shopping. Shop till you drop. That would be me, yeah. I swear i don’t know what triggered it all. I did too much. Too much what, shopping? The heat. Oh yeah that could be it too cold air conditioning inside 105 outside, cold air conditioning inside 107 outside. Maybe. Too much tuntarun around I think yeah.

Its strange because I spent weeks feeling gawd awfull like yesterday except yestaday wasn’t really as dibilitating. Once I told my doctor maybe I have fibromyglasia and he said, NO you have no thyroid. Same symptoms sometimes.

From webmd.com:

What is fibromyalgia?

Fibromyalgia is a long-term problem that causes pain in the muscles and soft tissues of your body. You may lack energy or have trouble sleeping. These and other symptoms can be severe enough to affect your work and home life. But fibromyalgia does no permanent damage to your muscles, joints, or organs.

Fibromyalgia is a syndrome—a set of symptoms that occur together but do not have a known cause.

Anyway I went to the gym at 5:00 a.m. Thats a good sign, I woke up and moved. Lathargic but curable with 30 minutes on the treadmill and some other machines.

Gotta move it to loose it yeah. Or end up watching IT spread. Hala!

More info at:

http://www.webmd.com/hw/fibromyalgia_cfids/hw196368.asp

There’s a company blood drive going on. The hard sell is starting to happen, guilt trip, one day you will need blood too. One day I KNOW I will need blood. Maybe thats what I made kids for? LOL

You have to applaud those who donate blood. It is a worthy cause. Supplies are limited and one day you never know you too will need it. We all know the story, I don’t need to convince people that they should donate blood. Or that they should keep their blood to themselves. You know what I mean. To each his own on why or why not we give or not.

I guess when you need blood, you not going ask; “wait wait wait, whose blood dat? eewwwll she/he is a bitch/bastard, I no like dat kine blood.” I wonda if da strange blood you get from da kine transfusion, give you tendencies of da donor? You eva tawt dat? Or is dat juss me watch too much TV. hehehehe

I am greatful for the excuse that I have. That sounds stupid I know, but my blood is not giveable; diseased and all. hehehe But even if I didn’t have a good excuse I would probably make one up. Hala bachi. I don’t want my blood going to I don’t know where. My blood is polluted so it ain’t going no where but to da lab. Like once a month. *L* Which reminds me 7am Wednesday, LAB!

I know people who don’t give blood because they think it will be used against them. They think it will be screened, all these “chemicals” will show up and thats the end of employment. I think if the donor is a drinker the blood must have some kind of alcohol level. hehehe

I’m getting these looks from people who want to know why I don’t want to donate blood. Saying I can’t just makes them moe curious. How about “I’m not allowed.” Wot, you like one note from my docta, ho’humbug yeah. Its not a big secret or nothing; its just its not something I flaunt to da masses. Ask me I tell.

If I know you, if I’m comfortable about it, if I’m in the mood to, if I feel like it, blah blah blah, you know I gotta have a feel for it. I don’t just use IT as an excuse. Although I’m always ready to. LOL

I always think I’m ok. Even when I know I ain’t all that ok, I’m acting ok. OK. Just the way I is. *L*

Ok, so I go to the doctor and thats when I find out that all the OK I think I am is not as ok as it seems. Ok. Ok? hehehe Enough with the Oks.

If it ain’t one thing its another. I suppose that would be the ying and yang. The good and the bad. The good looking and the ugly. Such is life. We do what we gotta do and move on.

Maybe its because I was feeling physically & mentally healthy. Then I go to the doctors and the all mighty “numbers” say something else.  Oh well, I know what I gotta do.

Shift gears…….It could be or it probably is…..I’ve been eating whatever the hell I want. Not in moderation, but in gluttonation. LOL Thats not a word is it? Glutton nation, den. As in a member of. *L*

One set of numbers are ok so then another set of numbers are off the hook and the trick is, as in all things….balance. Soooooo, I’m off balance? Um’bloodwork wise, yes.

Speaking of bloodwork, I was looking at my arm one day and I could see “tracks.” I could see the veins & needle marks of everytime they took blood. Which means everytime I go to the doctor. Thats a lot of times. It was wierd looking cause too me it was ugly and I never noticed it before. Then yesterday I look at my arm and there’s nothing.  It looks normal. hmmm I must have been dehydrated or something so now I’m probably retaining water. So I’m pouffy? LOL

I need to work on this balance thing. Diet and exercise? Tell me about it. Like I don’t know what I gotta do. I need to snap to because I don’t want another pill. One is plenny.*L*

You know you’re getting older OR that you’re “that age” when you discuss your prescription and assorted medications with friends. Seriously, I only have 1. One strong one. LOL 

Have you ever thought: “What Does Cancer Look Like?” Cancer as in the diseases, not Cancer the astrological sign.

I guess you wouldn’t “think” it unless you were affected with it. Or knew someone who was affected by it because some how you know everything is relative. Its kind of that “small world” kind of thing. I think every one knows some one who has, or had Cancer. Its kind of an abnormally normal thing in this day and age. Ha’come? Diet, exercise, or environment; all of the above.

Maybe wit me was cause I use to run behind da mosquito truck. Use to be be so much fun. You would see dis cloud down da street and you would here laughing and screaming. Us would see da Mosquito Truck coming and as soon as pass our house all the kids start running in da cloud of DDT! Or woteva chemical dey use to spread in da air. Is dat where I got da “Cansah” germs? *L*

Or could it be being exposed to da fertilizer in da pineapple fields of Kunia? Us use breathe in that white powder that was on da pineapple plant. Back in day wen us use to pick pine, hoe hana or “cut suckas.” LOL Translation: wot is da translation of “cut suckas?’ wait wait I gotta tink haole words…..K K K ~ Um’ cut samplings for regeneration aka da baby plants used for replanting. Right? Right.

Anyway wot was I talking about…..oh yeah yeah yeah…..Da Face of Cansah….. duh?

If somebody told me that I am the face of Cancer; I would say NOT! Not me. But ok, yes me. So den IF I am one of the many faces of Cancer than it can’t be that bad. Becuase I don’t see it. Not in the mirror anyway. Denial perhaps but not really. Blood test may say other wise but who looks at my blood right? LOL

The face of Cancer look like what ever face we put on it. We all have a “stereotype” in mind. The same as what we think a killer or pervert might look like. It could be what ever face we put on it, or whatever we think. In truth there is not ONE certain face but many.

The question “What does Cancer look like?” popped into my head. Thinking it must be me or no its not me; sometimes its me. IF its me, it ain’t so bad? Then again maybe its gotten to my brains and its deteriorating…..shuddup hala bachi! *L*

Ohhellyeah. Three times, three different types of mahines. *L* Ok I knew I was getting scanned today. As opposed to scammed. I didn’t know it was gonna be with three different types.

If I wasn’t sick before, I’m sure they will find out now how sicko I really am with all the high techie stuff they wen run ova me or run me thru.

First 7am scan, the MRI looking bigass donut dilly machine. You just lie still and the “flatbed” pushes you thru da donut and back . I cannot look. I gotta keep my eyes close. Cause one time I wen open my maka’s when I was right ova da machine/camera part and it was like right in my face felt like and I had this claustraphobic panic feeling. OMG I wanted to jump up and run but neva. So if I just keep my eyes shut and let the process happen den I’m ok. That was Scan #1. Radiologist Dr. not in till nine, of course; so won’t know woteva results till I go back to my Dr next Monday.

K ~ go to my Drs. Office next door. Oh ~ BTW I go to the same hospital as where Kirby Pucket (da baseball player) had surgery & stay staying, so pray he gets well & recovers.

So anyway, next I had one Ultrasound. Sounds like I hapai? hehehe Same kine I tink, but dey do my neck, not my opu. Speaking of opu, I lost 2 lbs. wooohoo. Watch I make up for dat, when my tastebuds get back to normal. Anyway I thought it was a cool thing. Minus 2 lbs only 18 moe fo’go. LOL

Ok I’ve never had any medical training but it doesn’t take a Phd or a MD to look at a screen and figure out if there is something there thats not suppose to be. The first time I had an ultrasound done I asked the Tech if there was something wrong. She says the doctor will tell me. Ok so I said let me rephrase the question, because I know techs aren’t suppose give results or advise dey just ‘pose to take da pic-cha. So I said, “Yes or no, this side is suppose to look like that side, same same? Her said, “Yes.” Ok mines no was same same. How smart am I? Duh.

Moe worst I go ask her. “Do you ultrasound yourself?” She started cracking up, she said yeah because she see’s all this strange things in other people, she wonders if her insides might look la dat too.

K~den Dr. says have you ever had a bone density scan? “No.” Well since you’re hear you may as well get it done. Fine. Another machine you just lie on da “flatbed” and this big arm dilly with a camera scans you from head to toe. Did you know that 1 out of every 2 women of menopausal age is suseptable to osteoperosis? And I think its 1 outta 4 men.

Oh yeah if you are Asian ancestry you are more likely to get osteoperosis (sp?). I read dat poster over over in my Drs office. I learned that what causes that hunch back hump, in elderly people is really tiny fractures in the spine that cause the bones of the spine to collaspe in that hunched over posture. Scarey, yeah. Dirnk your milk ladies and do weight bearing exercises. Doesn’t have to be heavy. Can be 2 can goods or 5lbs weights. Something betta den notting.

True story about about a bad back:
My Unco (funny buggah must be in our blood) thru out his back. He coughed really hard, throwing himself forward anden he couldn’t straighten up. Well it so bad dat he had to go emergency la dat. So den he had to go chiropractor regularly. What he find out was; he was born he was born with one less…. is it the vertabrate? One less bone in his spine then regular people. My Unco is kinda on da peetote side (another “must be in our blood”). Anyway he started to tell people that was the reason he was short and should have been at least 3 or 4 moe inches taller if he had that other “vertebrate.”

Well wen he told da story to my Grandma/his Mom he wen make da story even moe “colorful” (ditto~”must be in our blood”). He explained to her wot the doctor told him anden he asked her “MA, wot you did wit my bone? You wen make soup hah I bet. Us was so poo-wah soooo many kids, no had food; you wen make sabao, I tink.” *L*

Ai she got so upset, he wen accuse her of making soup with his bones. She took it serious and neva tink was funny. Even years latah somebody bring up dat story, hoooo da haboot face and mean makas make you shuddup fast.*L*

And on the 5th day she fled to WalMart. *L* My doctor said quarantine/self imposed house arrest ended this morning as I decided to get outta da house. Cabin fever, hello.

So I went to the ATM & post office. Did not have to be close to any humans. No one around. I just got some cash and dropped mail off via drive thru anden I came home. It was a nice 75 degrees outside. Shorts & t-shirt weather, it was nice to be out in da sun. I just went and came back, took me like 20 minutes or less. Its just down to the corner.

I come home and sit outside in da sun on da “balcony” reading my book. It felt good in da sun. I felt like one tourist. I felt like I was getting some of my color back. I read for about an hour anden I got dis brainstorm.

I should go to WalMart and buy 2 new plastic chairs. Oh yeah, brilliant. Road trip. hehehe Because I was sitting in one of our old scraggly lawn chairs, da webbing all shredded & hanging. I think we’ve had it since the 80’s. Ok at least the 90’s.

SoI went holoholo to WalMart’s Garden Center. Got two chairs and a little table and one plant. Just in and out. Kept my distance from everybody. Well nobody was really around anyway. Came home, trow da old chair away and sit down in my new chair. *L*

I must be feeling better. Well if I didn’t before, I do now. WalMart good for what ales you, sometimes. LOL