Funk

As I sit here reflecting on the past few days I find it difficult to know what to say.  Some wonderful things have happened.  My long-term disability has already been processed, and my first check is at home waiting for me to return from CA.  A dear friend who was diagnosed with cancer found out that it is in the stage just before cancer.  I went to visit with my Uncle, Aunt, their granddaughter and great-grandbaby (and their dog, too!).   Met a friend for lunch.  I went to the movies to see Spy with my mom and a friend.  All of these have been blessings to me!

I've been walking most mornings (I skipped one earlier in the week and today because my lower back an hips were too locked up from arthritis).  I am up to 2 laps around the court my parents live on.  It isn't far, but it is building my strength up little by little.  I am taking the medicine right before each main meal, as instructed, and eating the carb to protein ratio as closely as I can.  This is day #6.  I haven't seen any improvement in my blood sugar.  The medicine is making my little pouch upset at times, and I have a lot of uncomfortable gas from it.  I have 2 more weeks before I can go up on the dosage.  I am praying that I will see some improvement - no matter how small - at that point.  It is difficult to stay positive.  I'm trying hard to not be swallowed up by this funk that is looming around me.

I miss my family.  They are enjoying the freedom that comes along with mom being away and school being out for the summer.  Video games in the living room, football with a loaf of bread in the kitchen, being loud and watching things on TV that mom thinks are stupid.  I miss the occasional hug, the silly looks, the joy of seeing my son and daughter being such good friends and enjoy the same things, my furbabies coming to get rubbed and cuddles.  It is impossible to name everything.  It will be good to be back home in a little over a week.  And then I will miss my parents and friends here.