Trial by fire? Or at least, by back pain?

So, I had my first shot at Diabetes education. There's a waiting list for pain management, but there's always room for one more in Diabetes Education. (As a matter of fact, Rose is part of Health One, so if you don't have United Healthcare, the waiting lists for things at HealthOne facilities should be short. Maybe I should call the hospital doc again tomorrow and see if I can get into pain management earlier.)

In my opinion it's backward, but I'll attend the classes like a good sheep, so I don't develop a reputation as a "problem patient." Testy and opinionated, but not problem.

This was the intro course. I have reading to do, and a couple of day's eating habits to log -- pre-meal plan. They have a 1500 calorie meal plan. At my body size, that might be a little drastic. I want to get into the pool, but am not sure I should till I see the doctor after my hospital stay.

I sat essentially still in my chair for 3 hours, after a rather bone-rattling trip to the education center from parking. It took me a full five minutes to get into the door from the car, with the sprog running the walker out from the house. I hobbled to the bathroom before collapsing, and the effort to get off the pot took a full-throated scream to actually stand. More Percocet and rest improved the situation; I just shouldn't have been sitting so long at this time. I'm planning on the core Diabetes class late in the month, in hopes of better pain management by then. I will prevail and feel well again, and soon.

Night time meds have helped and sleep will help more. I'm heading there presently.

I see my doctor next Tuesday. Gotta get a glucometer, and there are only a couple that handle Vitamin C megadosing, so I'm going to try for one of those.

And one of the fridges seemed to be on the fritz. Turned out, it was a relay that didn't close after the defrost cycle. We did lose some things, and have other things that need cooking in the next couple of days. Nothing earth-shaking. However, hubby decided since we'd already emptied the fridge before roomie came home to reset it, he was going to clean it.

Really clean it.

With bleach.

It's sitting with bleach in it now; he'll finish cleaning it tomorrow, and then -- dun dun DUN -- we tackle the big fridge. I think I've been better about keeping down the science projects in the big fridge, but there are some really ugly spills.

Tomorrow is back-to-school night for the young un's school. She wants us both to go. I want to go, so I'll take the day really easy so I can manage an hour or so sitting. Dinner after, however, may be dictated rather than made by my own hand.