In that I have been shedding a lot of water.
I have been peeing so much in the last 12 hours! I have emptied a very full bladder at least eight times in that time period.
Not only did it mess with my sleep big time, but now my bladder is very tired and really would like a break from all this retaining and dispensing, please.
As usual when this happens, I find myself wondering where the heck I was keeping all this fluid. My bladder only holds so much. Where was the rest of it?
I could pull a Marvel and say it was stored in a dimension of pure urine.
That would make my urinary sphincter a portal between dimensions.
That would explain a lot.
Anyhow, obviously I am a little worried about the situation. Frequent urination is classic sign of diabetes, after all.
It means your body is desperately trying to get rid of a toxic level of blood sugar by making lots and lots of urine and dumping it in there so you will pee it out.
I have also been craving the sweet stuff lately. Like, hard. It’s quite disturbing. I’ll be in a store and see a chocolate bar or a donut and this surge of pure greedy animal hunger will hit me and I will have the urge to grab the thing and run off somewhere to eat it like I was a toddler on a tear.
I have never experienced this before. Even in the period leading up to my initial diabetes diagnosis, I never craved the stuff that hard.
I just found myself eating entire boxes of cookies and still wanting more.
This is different, and I am honestly not sure what to do about it.
On the one hand, it might indicate that my blood sugar is low and that I honestly really should be eating something with sugar in it to build it back up.
Problem is, despite the cravings, I find most sugary things pretty gross now. I associate them will how gross they make me feel and that makes them quite disgusting to me.
Still, a small experiment might shed some light. Perhaps a muffin or other only luightly sweetened baked good.
On the other hand, there’s different fingers. (*BZZZZZT* START AGAIN. )
On the other hand, it might be that my blood sugar is too high and I am only experiencing it as these cravings because my body is foolishly trying to maintain that poisonously high sugar level.
I really need a glucometer, dammit. Then I would know and be able to take steps to fix the situation. It’s crazy that option paralysis and executive dysfunction are keeping me from getting one.
Why, you wuld have to be some kind of lunatic to have a problem like that.
And I am that kind of lunatic.
It’s a very dull kind of lunacy. I don’t howl at the moon or think I’m a pair of barbeque tongs or dress up like Napolean.
I just stay out of the way and play video games all day every day.
And slowly, ever so slowly, rot away.
More after the break.
I can’t wait to get rid of this goddamned compression bandage on my leg.
And it’s not because it’s uncomfortable. It isn’t. And it’s not that it’s painful. It doesn’t pinch. And it’s not that it’s unsightly. With the stocking over it, it looks quite good.
But holy hannah, do I need a shower.
I must smell atrocious, despite all my scrubbing. I have been scrubbing out my armpits, crotch, and asshole quite diligently and yet I still feel grungy as fuck.
I swear, once this thing is off, I will shower for a week. Or draw myself a super hot bath and sit and steep like I am a goddamn teabag and am making very strong tea.
Me flavoured tea, I suppose. Ick.
What I need is one of these compression setups that is water-resistant. Like it comes with a waterproof stocking instead of the sock it’s in now.
Either that, or have it be something I can slip off and put it on all by myself. Then I could take it off just long enough to shower.
Or something. This no-shower bullshit is killing me.
It’s ironic that in order to treat something I got from an infection, I have ended up all dirty and gross and feeling downright septic.
The thing is, without the steam and sluicing of the shower, the deep down dirt and gunk never gets driven to the surface and washed away by the water.
It’s times like this that make me wish I had access to a big ol sauna.
There’s one in this building, but it’s way too small and dark for a ginormous claustrophobe like yours truly.
Besides, I don’t have anything to wear in the sauna, and something tells me that technically, I should not lounge about naked in a public sauna.
Even though that it totally the way I prefer to do it and I would be wearing a towel.
Well, it would be draped over my lap, anyhow. Mostly.
Having the deep down sweat and funk steamed out of your cock and bals is one of the best parts of a sauna, dammit.
Ditto nude sunbathing. Same principle. Hot tubs too.
Great, now I am all horny again.
Maybe I should take up writing porn,. I know I would be good at it. I am good at conveying mood and emotion, and so whatever I write would have both a smoking hot mood and that most vital thing missing from most porn : emotional context.
Don’t just tell me they are horny, make me FEEL it. Sex is so much more than the mechanics of it all.
And the sad truth is that there is always more money in smutty art than any other kind, because not everyone appreciates art, but everyone loves sex.
Well I guess that’s enough drivel for today.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.