The New Normal
June 16, 2013 by almostakiss
I’ve been disconnected from social media for the past 2 weeks. So much has been going on that I’ve been almost speechless. There was just too much to tell and no time to tell it. A week ago yesterday we ventured up to Madison, WI for a housewarming party. We took a bottle of Twin Fin wine and a cool bud vase with 2 peonies from our garden. One was in bloom and the other hadn’t opened yet. People host parties differently than I ever did. Not that I’m an expert but we always gave people a tour of the house. To the point where hubby would show them our spare bedroom we use for storage and I’d rather he skipped it. We didn’t get a tour or really any acknowledgement for what we brought. I have to believe they were just overwhelmed by the party itself. From what we saw of the house (looking for the bathroom), it was really nice. They’re at the stage of being young and excited and willing to knock themselves out to have things perfect. I remember it well even though it is so far behind me. Every room had a fresh coat of paint, the kitchen had been redone and all the curtains were sewed by Greg’s sister Linda. It was her daughter and son-in-law who had the party. Linda has lost quite a bit of weight by being on the HCG diet which I know very little about. She has to give herself shots daily and eat a very limited diet (about 500 calories a day). The change in her size and shape is remarkable. It seems like everyone I know has been losing weight lately. Making me The Last Fat Woman Standing. Don’t think I haven’t been entertaining the idea. I just don’t know where to start. Small changes I’ve made have made no difference and I hate doing anything drastic. The pondering on it will continue due to our new reality regarding hubby’s recent health diagnosis.
While at last week’s party, we talked with my mother-in-law and one of Greg’s brothers, Dan. They had both lost their Golden Retriever dogs within the past 6 months. They both expressed an interest in getting a new puppy (same breed). That’s one thing Greg & I know how to do is find a dog. We suggested a rescue dog since we had such good luck with Elvis. They both wanted a younger dog. This got both Greg & I thinking and when we got home, we started searching online. My M-I-L doesn’t really use the Internet and Dan is too busy. We found a woman in Schaumburg, IL (not far from us) who had a some 8 & 10 week old Goldens. Their pictures looked beautiful. She has another litter due this week so had discounted the price on the puppies from $1000 to $700. I thought it would be neat if Dan & his mom could get sisters since they live across the street from each other and the pups could grow up together. Greg emailed Dan and never heard back. Greg called and talked to the woman and found out she would set up an appt. for Friday or Sun to show the dogs. Then he called Dan and they were getting ready to host this graduation party for their daughter this weekend. So we could tell nothing would ever come of it. Greg also called his mother and offered to drive up to WI (90 miles), pick her up, take her to see the puppies and drive her home. She said she’d let him know. I thought that was really a generous offer but I swear people just like to TALK about doing things (like getting another dog) and not really do it. 😦 There is no way we’d ever get a puppy and just give it to someone since we’d be afraid they’d say no. Anyway, Greg and I really gave it our all and it fell flat. It was kind of discouraging.
Thursday I was having my mammogram and MRI for my back. At 4 pm on Wed. I got a phone call from the hospital, saying I’d have to reschedule the MRI since they hadn’t gotten pre-approval from the insurance co. We have Blue Cross through the federal govt which is usually great. After phone calls back and forth with the doctor’s office, we find out that even though the appt. was made 3 weeks before, they had just called the insurance co. THAT DAY to get approval. The people who work in Dr. Feelgood’s office are TERRIBLE. It’s enough to make us switch doctors but who knows what else we’d end up with at the next one. So I could only get in at 9:15 am on Wed. June 19th for the MRI. I’m half expecting a call Tues. telling me they don’t have approval yet.
To add insult to injury, hubby had gone in on June 5th for a blood pressure check and to get his A1C glucose test. He called 2 days later for the results and they said they didn’t have them yet. They said they would call as soon as they had them. On Wed. after dealing with the screwup of my MRI, I told him to ask about his test results from a week before. They had them but had never called! If he hadn’t asked, who knows if he’d ever have found out. So just like that, over the phone, he finds out he has diabetes. They told him they were sending a prescription for Metformin to our local pharmacy right away and he could stop in the next day for a lesson on how to use a blood glucose meter. This worked out ok since I was getting the mammogram the next day. He came with me and waited and then we went upstairs to the doctor’s office. One of the assistants took us in a room and gave him a meter (One Touch Ultra Mini) and a few test strips and lancets and a written prescription for the strips and lancets. She gave us some other info and told him to adjust his diet. She gave him a pamphlet about what to order at fast food restaurants. He told her we never eat fast food or fried food. She was so shocked. I know it’s a large part of most Americans’ diets but we have never cared for the feeling of bloat afterwards. We used to eat at McDonalds like once a year and we even got away from that. We’re already eating brown rice and whole grain bread. The major change I see forthcoming is hubby eats a lot of fruit. A banana, an orange, a couple of small apples a day. Now he has to spread them out throughout the day instead of eating all at once. So he has to take his blood glucose readings 3 times a day (before breakfast, 2 hours after any meal and then before bedtime). She also told him to call the insurance co. and see which place they want you to buy from. The ins. co. wasn’t very helpful, except for giving him the name of a diabetic supply place in Elk Grove Village, IL. They also told him the insurance pays 70% of the ALLOWED cost and he has to pay the rest. I told him to call around to places like Osco, Sam’s Club and Walgreens to get quotes.
Hubby’s been feeling sorry for himself since his diagnosis. I guess that happens with some people. I haven’t even begun to feel sorry for myself with my back! In fact, I’ve been extra active and been going on a dead run lately. It hasn’t made me feel any worse and in fact, my foot has been feeling better. I don’t see any end in sight for the doctor’s appts. though. Greg was told to come back July 10th to have his glucose readings evaluated and get his blood pressure checked. Maybe by then I’ll be able to get my mammogram and MRI results.
We went to estate sales on Friday and there were a few in our town on Sat. but we just had to skip them. Too much else to deal with before leaving for the graduation party in Pewaukee, WI. We had been debating what to give for a gift and finally decided on a ladies’ size German beer stein. It was beautifully handpainted with a pewter lid, etc. I had it all bubbled wrapped and in the box before I remembered to take a picture of it so I didn’t get one. I took a picture of her opening it and it’s just a blur. My phone (or ME) is taking shitty pictures lately. I’m morally opposed to giftwrapping but wrapped the present anyway. We were one of the only people who didn’t give money. When she opened it, she didn’t even know what it was. Since she’s going to college in Madison (a party town), it just seemed appropriate. Yes, we’ve turned into the goofy, old aunt and uncle who give quirky gifts. 😉 This was my first time being in their house, even though they’ve lived there close to 20 years. No tour of that either and I saw less than the previous week’s house. I made a point of thanking my brother-in-law and his wife for the invite and letting them know it was my first time seeing it. Due to the weird family dynamic and strained relationships over decades, they haven’t been to our house either.
I always make cards on the computer since I’m against buying ready made cards. Someday I’ll go into detail on here about why I’m opposed to both that and giftwrap. Hubby was trying to print something out the day before the party and found out we were out of gray ink. Our printer takes 2 different blacks, a gray, red, yellow and blue cartridges. It prints like a professional printer. I’m in love with it. Since we got the thing, the only store that sells the gray ink for it is ABT. So I told hubby to call first and see if they had it. He refused. I should have offered to call but I had things to do! Instead we are on the verge of a fight since he insists on going over there the morning of the party!! I told him to go buy a cheap graduation card at the grocery store. Instead he goes and comes home with a new printer!! Wow, was I mad! It’s another Canon printer but a cheap one that only has 2 ink cartridges (one black and one for colors). He said they no longer carry the gray ink and this was on sale for $58. I know they’re cheap now but I don’t print that much stuff but what I do print, I want to have quality. I was mad that he couldn’t call me and tell me or ask me or consult me in any way. It’s not the price of the purchase, it’s so much more than that. So then we got into a fight and ended up fighting in the car on the way up to WI which is always fun. NOT. He stacked the new printer on top of the old one (which I still want to keep and use, it’s not broken!) and was able to print out a card. The quality looked TERRIBLE and I was so disappointed. I made him address and sign the whole card, which I usually do for us.
To keep this from reaching book length, I’m going to end here. I have more to share but will save it for my next few blog posts. In the meantime, we’re just adjusting to The New Normal. It’s only been a few days so at this point, we’re just trying to get used to the idea of hubby having The Sugar Diabetes. Yes, to lighten the mood, that’s what we’re calling it. That’s what it was called when we were kids. To start off on the right track, hubby didn’t have any cake at the grad party yesterday. About 6 people asked me if I wanted a piece. I said, “No, I wouldn’t feel right eating it when Greg can’t.” Then I look over and see my M-I-L shoveling cake into her pie hole. She has diabetes too and I felt like I’d just put both feet in my mouth. Oh well. The older I get, the more I’m used to saying things, consequences be damned.