Yesterday i was stress free for many hours, mainly because i felt some relief after publicizing the last posts, but also after i got rid of some of the smell in kitchen area so my blood sugar dropped to the lowest possible level given the concentration in tissues. Though i ate like crazy all morning.
Yeah, who knows for how many hours my metabolism doesn't go back to normal after those intense noises upstairs. Like i just checked and it was 330.
I am exploring all possibilities before going to insulin. I remember now i ate lots of cheese yesterday. Cedar and cottage.
I know what i need to do. Put an oximeter on my finger while she does that upstairs. But it could not work, simply because the body does not use oxygen to burn glucose during anaerobic phase.
2:10 Anaerobic metabolism, colder extremities? Before i started to think of all these i had my feet very cold. Then i started to relax, maybe breath better and my feet heated up. When i checked the blood oxygen level, it is now 99 and pulse is 63.
This happened many times when i went to the ER with "anxiety attacks" again due to noises or neighbors or smells etc.. They just kept me in there for several hours hooked to the monitors and my blood oxygen saturation was 99. Can't remember if it decreased prior to being released.
12:50 There is a legend that circulates about me. That is i don't know how to read, write and of course somebody else is writing my blogs. For a long time i had neighbors that were writers. In Lake Oswego there was this guy from Câmpulung, the nephew of my instructor at the Cineclub, who was a journalist and a pilot and committed suicide in Florida.
The day after it snowed and he probably started to believe it was me who has done these pictures whom i first dedicated to his grandfather, who taught me some of the things i know about photography, because that day i have done pictures around the building and posted them on flickr and he saw me when i did and there was no one else because there was one foot of snow.
He was living at Apt 5 with that blues singer, Samantha Fish. Here in this picture are both of them, together with the old Japanese guy living at 6 at that time, leaving that place for good, but the picture was taken on 8. So it is not real, he must have retired somewhere.
Don't know what is the current neighbor.
The Ladies of December were both writers. Etc.
What i'm afraid is they can give me a different concentration of insulin in those pens or stop doing what they're doing to keep my blood sugar high (the dance upstairs) and i can go into a very low blood sugar situation and they will say i didn't know how to read and put the wrong number on that dial. Or they can say i was drunk and put the wrong number. The pharmacist asked me to dial at 20 and then he looked.
Yesterday when i wanted to try first dose i had a reading of 200 which is way low that i usually had lately and corresponds to an A1C of 8 instead of 12 for which he calculated the dosage.
Just wrote to the pharmacist who prescribed it to ask for advice.
11:38 One of the worst days in months. After feeling better with a BS of 200 yesterday, this morning she did it so violently i got sick. Nausea and dizziness. My BS went to 350 while on medication. Then i figured why i got better the day before. Because i ate cucumbers in two days in a row. Plus Metformin and Pioglitazone. So much better i was afraid to take the dose of insulin he gave me.
He said in writing and i got in on print that my starting dose should be 20 units. Today i read more at Lantus site. They said starting dose should not be more than 10. That and the fact my BS was only 200 could have brought me into hypoglycemia zone.
So at noon i ate some grated cabbage and cucumber and i crashed when Angela came and slept until 10:30 PM.
Went in the kitchen area, and she started right away though she was quiet until then in an area i did not have a chance to sprinkle the pop corn on the ceiling with Chloralen. Got mad enough and ran outside where there is a thick smoke. It was after 11 or one hour after starting of quiet hours.
No more curtain but there is a couch with the back on the sliding door and have to get pretty far to have a a glimpse through the open blinds and only one the upper part of the room. However, there was nobody. Got back inside, it started again, went back outside. Did that 3 or 4 times and she finally stopped. So i figured who ever does this plays hide and seek with me. So they know what i'm doing all the time.
