From Twitter 08-16-2009

• 09:28:08: Good morning all. Off to St. John's to preach in this dastardly devil boot. Probably won't process as the Velcro-sucking sound isn't pretty.
  
• 14:51:18: @JoexEd hi there...what's wrong with tweetdeck??
  
• 15:02:18: @JoexEd me neither. i think most twitter problems are down to twitter itself rather than things like twhirl or tweetdeck...
  
• 15:06:10: @JoexEd not sticking up for the app, just sayin'...
  
• 15:06:20: off to make our afternoon coffee...
  
• 15:17:16: @JoexEd ok, go back to chiseling messages on stone tablets, then--see how far that gets you ;-)
  
• 15:22:12: @JoexEd that's right. mean, rotten, and nasty.
  
• 15:27:10: RT @se1: Interview with Marchioness disaster survivor Odette Penwarden http://bit.ly/zAJVM [20th anniversary Thursday] (ch: I know her.)
  
• 15:49:04: @thoburn i can think of lots of exciting things to do--most of them immoral, illegal, or fattening...
  
• 16:18:53: @thoburn so you've dealt with fattening...what about the other two??
  
• 17:05:14: @JoexEd oops, asked who this was but have now read your earlier tweet...shame on me...
  
• 17:07:43: @JoexEd i suppose i should google Mr. Teeson...
  
• 17:07:59: @thoburn i never find it boring--but i'm only there around 3 weeks a year, if that.
  
• 17:08:25: @thoburn you could find a bf, i suppose. that should take the edge off the boredom--nights, anyway.
  
• 17:10:47: @JoexEd hm, i guess he's ok. my main criterion nowadays is respiration, with pulse a close second.
  
• 17:12:57: @thoburn a pet is more exciting than a bf? your previous bfs must have been real live wires...
  
• 17:14:30: @JoexEd remember, pulse is negotiable...
  
• 17:28:52: @JoexEd come to london and see...
  
• 17:30:31: @JoexEd i hope that's some sort of music quotation...
  
• 17:34:18: @JoexEd whew! it sounded like some sort of tweet from a suicide...
  
• 18:04:54: @Airrun well, congratulations! that sounds good.
  
• 18:17:10: @JoexEd i agree too. the more the merrier.
  
• 19:26:31: @sbrettell congratulations. i go for my second ultrasound/control treatment tomorrow. they will probably take something off my right foot...
  
• 19:27:11: @thatsam hugs from london. let the tears flow...
  
• 20:32:03: @JoexEd hope you like twhirl...
  
• 20:33:31: @JoexEd let your conscience be your guide, i guess...
  
• 22:29:22: @ricky_martin london england
  

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Blue Monday

Had one piece of good news and three pieces of bad news today.

First, the good news. The ulcer on my left foot seems to be healing. Whether this is due to the ultrasound treatment or to the extra attention it's getting (debridement 2-3 times a week, lots of dressing materials, the boot) I don't care. I see them again on Friday. A plus is that I get to see the cute (straight) Filipino male nurse because he gives me the treatments.

Now, the bad news. There was a blister on my right foot. Last time around I told the podiatrist to leave it alone, but this time we conferred and he seemed to think that it needed to be cut out. The only good part of this is that there wasn't anything leaking over there so he put a dressing on it and we'll keep an eye on it, but it's OK at the moment.

When I got home I looked at my post, and there was a report from one of the pension plans I have put money into in the past. Last year my pension lost around £2.5K of value. I suppose it's only to be expected, but it's a bummer nonetheless.

The last piece of bad news was at the Diabetic Clinic at St. Thomas's. Other than the cute male nurse who took my blood pressure and milked me of some precious bodily fluids, there was nothing good about it. The diabetic nurse and I agreed that I need to start on insulin. My long-term hemoglobin test was 11 last week, and this is quite high. I shall be starting with 10ml of long-lasting insulin before I go to bed. Take my blood sugar in the morning before eating. If it's over 7 more days than not, increase by 20ml. Do this until my morning blood sugar gets to between 4-6.

The problem with insulin is that it helps you put on weight. At the present moment I can't go to the gym until this ulcer closes (even if I felt like it, I'm certain they wouldn't be happy with someone walking around with an open wound). Since the insulin converts the sugar in your blood into something you can use, you will use more of it when on insulin. So I will have to radically cut down on my intake. This will be difficult and painful. Then when I'm able, back to the gym for lots of cardio.

The diabetic nurse must be used to talking to people sad about their health situation. She was very helpful—although she was not convinced that my intestinal reaction to the lizard spit was autonomic neuropathy and seemed to think I was, perhaps, a bit wussy about it. I've learned how to inject the insulin and that it actually doesn't have to be refrigerated all the time, just up to the time you start using it. The injection instrument is a pen, kind of like the lizard spit pen but with variable dosage.

So now I'm home feeling sorry for myself. I hope I'll snap out of it.