Vegetables & Grace
So much going on here. Bob's going to medicare advantage plan signals the end of the 2.5 years of constant (free) therapy. Time to get back to taking care of the house and other aspects about our lives and health. Taking bids for taking down a HUGE dead tree in the back yard, BEFORE it crashes thru the house. Taking bids for roof/gutter/facia/sophits - big bucks. Hope I can afford something. It has been a revolving door here with tree companies and home improvement companies coming to give bids.
After a health crisis of my own, and talking about how badly we ate when we were always on the road to therapy - one drive thru after another - that drove up my blood pressure and brought diabetes back in the picture. It had came into the picture in 2007, but I beat it with diet. I told Bob how we just didn't eat enough vegetables, fruit and whole grains because with our last 2.5 years, there was no time and energy for me to be able to cut and chop all the time. He wanted to tell me he would do whatever it took, if that meant eating vegetables, but his aphasia rendered that as,(in the sweetest sincere voice) "whatever we need to do, I'm your vegetable" ha, ha, so cute. I tried the new weight watchers for 3 months with no success. I felt too removed from it, and needed the structure of the older plans. Still have all my info on that, so we went back on, and we've both lost weight (he had gained 20 pounds too!) I had been going to bed with blood sugar of 105 and waking up with it at 193! It is acting normal now!
Now here is something completely new. We used to be very conscientous(sp?) Christians, praying before every meal. Over this time period, that has been lost as I drug a plate and glass out to the porch and then another set for me, or I rushed in the door with another drive thru on the way home from groceries and unloaded it for us to hurry and eat. Today, I finally got the kitchen clean enough to eat in there again and he got to sit in his office chair that he can easily get in and out from the table. I put the food on the table and we both took a bite, and he said, (drumroll) "I have to say grace". We both bowed our heads and he said, "Thank you God, for this food, and for everything, Amen". (I'm adding this - the drumroll is because he has aphasia, and was ABLE to say all that correctly, I nearly fell off my seat!)
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