I have my suspicions
Jul. 1st, 2015 09:54 pmI've mentioned that I think Mom & Dad's pharmacy gave me bad prilosec. I now think they gave me bad invokana. It's a new pharmacist who just took over (I've never had problems with this place before). Ever since I switched to their invokana (which is NOT generic like the prilosec) my sugar has been over 200. Yes, I suppose it's coincidence and my body is freaking out over the weird period (the hormones from my cysts DO affect my sugar) but it seems odd that I'm getting no affects from two pills that usually work without issues.
Went to my cousin's today. M&B are my parents age and B is doing badly. I've mentioned him before. His heart is failing and I'm always surprised every time I get one more visit with him. Their son and his wife and kids were there. I almost never get to see D. He's with the Army and all over the place. He's on his way from MD to his new base in WA. He has the coolest damn job. He has his phd in Chemistry and he gets to do forensic toxicology. If I could do things all over again...It was very nice to see him. I've never met his wife before so that was nice. They had two labs who would not leave me alone. I'm SO covered with dog hair (Labs are my favorite breed)
I'm doing Self Love July but I'm doing it here instead of Instagram.

Challenge #1, draw a self portrait. I haven't drawn in years and I don't have much in the way of drawing materials but here it is in pencil and ink. I liked how this turned out. It's not a bad image, fatter than me I suppose but I love the Venus of Willendorf. She's one of our oldest sacred images. She has no arms but I sometimes feel that way. I drew on my scars. No feet either but after two broken ankles and neuropathy sometimes I don't know about my feet. So here I am, pudgy, scarred and in my Star Trek uniform. Why do my fat thighs have an improbable thigh gap? I could say I was making a statement about how stupid worrying about that is but honestly, it's been so long since I've drawn I got the porportions wrong.

I also got a lot done. I got my online portions of the classes done (and learned my summer class barely has enough students to bother holding a class for), got a doctor's appt scheduled and then I tried to cancel my Rainbow con room. Holiday Inn couldn't find the damn thing. Finally they did.

Went to my cousin's today. M&B are my parents age and B is doing badly. I've mentioned him before. His heart is failing and I'm always surprised every time I get one more visit with him. Their son and his wife and kids were there. I almost never get to see D. He's with the Army and all over the place. He's on his way from MD to his new base in WA. He has the coolest damn job. He has his phd in Chemistry and he gets to do forensic toxicology. If I could do things all over again...It was very nice to see him. I've never met his wife before so that was nice. They had two labs who would not leave me alone. I'm SO covered with dog hair (Labs are my favorite breed)
I'm doing Self Love July but I'm doing it here instead of Instagram.

Challenge #1, draw a self portrait. I haven't drawn in years and I don't have much in the way of drawing materials but here it is in pencil and ink. I liked how this turned out. It's not a bad image, fatter than me I suppose but I love the Venus of Willendorf. She's one of our oldest sacred images. She has no arms but I sometimes feel that way. I drew on my scars. No feet either but after two broken ankles and neuropathy sometimes I don't know about my feet. So here I am, pudgy, scarred and in my Star Trek uniform. Why do my fat thighs have an improbable thigh gap? I could say I was making a statement about how stupid worrying about that is but honestly, it's been so long since I've drawn I got the porportions wrong.

I also got a lot done. I got my online portions of the classes done (and learned my summer class barely has enough students to bother holding a class for), got a doctor's appt scheduled and then I tried to cancel my Rainbow con room. Holiday Inn couldn't find the damn thing. Finally they did.






