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   Sunday, October 23, 2005  


Some time after my middle of the night post on Friday my laptop decided to die. Sort of. For whatever reason even though all options were set up right, it quit remembering my cookies and displaying messages that said I couldn't submit html forms. No gmail. No blogger. No commenting on others' blogs.

Everything else worked, but that didn't. So rather than take the time to try to figure it all out, Mr. W gave me his old laptop (he's had it for a year but bought a new one about a month ago). With all that he's had going on this weekend, it was easier for him to change the accounts on this one from his to mine than to screw around with my old one. Besides, this one has a larger, more clear screen.

On Saturday evening, I had Mr. W run over to Target and buy a digital blood pressure cuff so that I could keep watch on things. I haven't hit 140/90 again, but I have been in the 130/80 range (I believe it was 131/84). It's gone as low as 120/70something. But it is not down into my normal range at all.

My right hand is bruised beyond recognition from the GTT on Friday, but I am going in tomorrow morning for a blood draw anyway. They'll have to find a vein somewhere.

As of right now, I feel really terrible. I'm very weak this evening. It could be that I'm carrying a 1 gallon jug of urine back and forth from the bathroom to the kitchen every time I have to pee. In case anyone is curious it was half full before 5:00 this evening. We're not yet to 3/4 full, but I've got to collect every bit until 8 am tomorrow.

Mr. W is working as they are rolling out a new system for full usage tomorrow. He is supposed to be there until they run the presses (he's IT for a publishing company) tonight which is around midnight. I sent an IM to his phone telling him how weak I am right now (after getting up, walking to the kitchen, bringing in the jug, using the bathroom, taking the jug back to the refrigerator and then walking back to bed, I barely had the strength to crawl back into bed). I am just so tired. So tired and so very afraid. I really wish I could just ask Mr. W to come home now but I know that I can't.

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Miss W, I'm so sorry you're feeling anxious and weak. I'm sending you a virtual backrub and a cool hand for your forehead. You've done so well! And you've made it all the way here, a much safer point. I'm hoping that a restful sleep finds you soon, and a good report tomorrow.
I hope to hear good things today but I'm scared by the weakness. I'll be checking back later....
I hope you are feeling better today sweetie. I am glad you got the blood pressure cuff. My MIL monitors hers at home and it has come in handy.
Will be checking in to see how you are doing.
Just wanted to pop my head in and tell you I've been thinking of you.

I'm glad you're feeling some better, and hoping it gets smoother for you from here.

You're doing such an amazing job. I'm so impressed by how brave you are.
Argh...sorry you're stressing about yet another alarming development! Am waiting anxiously for blood draw results.

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