So I tried to secure my very important BC vaccine card today,
It’s the proof of vaccination that will soon be required for doing all kinds of things. most of which I do not do, but one of which is dining at a sit-down restaurant and I am not giving up our beloved Denny’s.
Not after finally getting it back after missing it for so log.
And the restrictions kick in tomorrow, so I have left it a bit late.
Now some reason, you can’t just do it online. Too convenient, I suppose. I’d be happy to fill out whatever form the person on the phone is filling out myself and save us both a lot of hassle, but no.
So I had to get it via phone. Not easy for me due to my social anxiety and avoidant personality disorder. It’s hard enough calling my various doctors’ office for appointments or whatever and they already know me, more or less.
So I had to nerve myself up for it for a while. Finally, earlier today, I called the toll free number to get the damned thing.
And after navigating the automated phone menu (man I hate those things), I got connected with an operator, and immediately i was in trouble.
Because she had a thick East Indian accent. And the phone connection was not great. So I am discombobulated from the get go as I fail to make sense of what she is saying and have to keep asking her to repeat herself.
Even worse, she sounds bored and irritated, and my asking for repetitions makes it worse. So the part of me that always feels like I am interrupting people who don’t want to hear from me and wish I would just shut up and leave them alone was triggered.
And triggered hard.
Then it turns out I lost the little card that they gave me when I got vaccinated and therefore I don’t know the date of my vaccination and apparently without knowing that I can’t get the fucking card.
So that ended that. All the anxiety for nothing and all because i am a clueless idiot who can’t hold on to a very important little card.
I know it was in my wallet at some point. But now it is gone. And I know I cleaned out my wallet recently, but there is no way I would have thrown it out deliberately.
Might have happened accidentally though.
So the whole thing was a clusterfuck and life might get mighty tricky for me in the future without that damned card.
As a result, I am feeling emotionally bruised and rather depressed and honestly just want to crawl into bed and hide in sleep for a while.
Dunno if I will be able to make it to Denny’s tonight. Which would be ironic because tonight might be my last chance to go there for a long time if I can’t figure out a way to get this damned card.
I’m gonna nap now and hope to feel better when I wake.
More after the break.
For fuck’s sake.
What the fuck, diabetes?
So an odd thing happened last night.
While waiting for the next bit of Fallout 76 to load at around 2:15 am, I scanned my bloo sugar sensor, and was surprised and pleased when I got a reading of 10.4[1]!
That, by my standards, is wonderful. In fact it’s so good that the reader made a happy little bleep/chirp like I had just picked up gold in a video game, rather than the low key warning sound I was used to hearing.
Fantastic! My goal has been to get it under ten. Technically, 10.0 is normal for a diabetic like me. Our systems are so used to a high blood sugar level that we are perfectly healthy at a level that would, ironically, indicate pre-diabetes in others.
So I was overjoyed. Clearly I was doing something right.
But then i scanned again around a half hour later, and it was 11.2.
What the perpetual fuck? I hadn’t eaten anything in two hours. How the hell can the level be going up?
And it just kept going up over the next hour or so. So I injected myself with 60 units[2] of my insulin/evil wizard Basaglar.
Then checked again about half an hours later. And it was STILL going up!!
Sweet Jesus, am I going backwards in time?
So a half an hour after that, I injected the rest of that injector pen of insulin, which turned out to be 70 units.
Ten minutes later I tested and whaddaya know, it was EVEN HIGHER.
And I don’t know what to make of that. It makes no sense. How can my blood sugar go up when I have not eaten anything in hours?
My first thought was slow digestion. Sure, it might be hours since I ate, but some of that food might still be digesting and hence upping my glucose levels.
But that seems wrong to me. Maybe because you could use that to justify any blood sugar level at any time.
“Well, Mister Bertrand, you claim to eat only one small salad a day. Yet we just tried testing your blood sugar and got a reading of ‘Ow, my teeth!’. Care to explain that?”
“Must still be digesting that movie sized KitKat I ate when saw E.T. in the theater.”
It could be that blood sugar naturally goes up and down a fair bit over time, and I am making a big deal out of nothing.
Highly plausible, especially given my tendency towards hysteria. I have a long history of jumping to negative conclusions based on little evidence.
It’s 15.6 now. But we just got back from Denny’s, so no surprise there.
I will begin the battle anew tomorrow.
God as my witness, I will get it under 10.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.