Thursday, February 21, 2013

Blood results are interesting. They compare you to normal and then say what is wrong or ok.

Thursday, February 2, 2012

Golf is a game of forgetfullness

Knew I needed to get back to the Pro for a hard reminder. I have been renting a hacks swing for the past two month. Made a time and got a big head full of corrections. We promised between us not to let the time between reminders be like this. The swing had really gotten away from being the compact powerful one we started with. The 45 mins was frustration of mental defects and physical adjustments. At the end I could feel the changes he wanted but the brain was fighting the wants. More range time and less hacking is in order. Blood tested at 98 tonight.!!!!

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Frustration day.

Some days the frustration is just a big negative vacuum to your relaxed calm. Bosszilla was in full reactionary mode and complete denial of past statements THe work flow was so staggered that it was hard to accomplish the tasks. Other emails came with "gotta do it now" or why did you do it that way. At the end of the day the Doctor's office calls about the blood and urine samples. THe female mentions that the analysis is good and the DR. wishes another test in 4 months...... NO fricking numbers, no statements of what the change was , is or will be. As a Type II, I live on number and I got zip. Made a call back and waited two hours for a return call and then see I got one when I was walking the dog. Of course too late to return the call.. Sigh. Tomorrow again I will try to maintain the flow and offer a suggestion about service. And get the last three blood tests so I can chart the results. Living with a non-curable issue and doing the best I can each day.

Monday, January 30, 2012

Still learning

It was a fasting day to give 3 month blood and urine samples. All that went well until I talked to my Doctor and he looked at my log book. I had tried to be consistent in doing my reading every night before dinner because it allowed me to track the data. He informed me that I need to be random to have tracking data for the sugars at other intervals. I had no idea but if that is what he wants then I can do that too. The testing in not cheep as I have found out. The disks, micro-jets, and meds sure added to the bottom line. I am still "glad" that I only have type II so no insulin needs. I believe that I am now hovering around a 6 A1C and do not have some of the high sugar issues combating my life. Of course, the girl scout cookie drive is at work and I had to pass helping a friends daughter.

Sunday, January 29, 2012

Peaceful RElaxing Sunday

Nice to have the Blood Sugar under control on a weekend. No travel of cravings to supply fuel to the problems. Tested at 114 so I am ok to at least not worry.

Will get out for an hours exercise later to get the heart rate up.

Tomorrow is a Blood test at the Doctors office so a Day of fasting to prepare.

Motor racing is on ( Rolex 24 hours of Daytona ) and is on later to relax with.

Being tension free does help the system cope better.

Friday, January 27, 2012

Type II diabetes

IN October the blood test came back with a Very high A1C. (10)

the number was a surprise but the glucose meter also showed a 250+ reading so the time is now here to be smart about my food intake and be like my father and pay attention to my hereditary problem of diabetes.

Since the wake up call I have reduced my carb intact and drop my sugar intake to near zero.

The daily monitoring of my blood glucose before dinner is showing a control if I pay attention. Nightly readings of 110 to 130 are regular. The water intake and outflow was really changed. My weight has dropped 8-9 pounds from Oct 1 and now am at 184#.

The med changed from Metformin to Janumet twice a day and we will see what that brings.

Eggs, Protein, Nuts, carrots, and watching the intake is part of my life not.

No cure but the path monkey is a constant reminder what I have to deal with.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Abusive Boss-zillias

Seven Rules to Surviving An Abusive Boss
By Elvira G. Aletta, Ph.D.
December 22, 2008

At the interview for my first professional job, my future boss asked me, “I notice you’re married. Are you planning to get pregnant?” After I picked my jaw off the floor I stammered, “Uh, no?”

It was a totally illegal question and the shocker was it came from a woman. What I should have done was run screaming for the nearest exit. But the job was offered, I took it and three years later I quit with a raging case of Post-Traumatic Boss Disorder.

Rule #1: How you are treated from ‘go’ is a good indicator of how you will be treated on the job. The first phone call, your interview, how an offer is made and how negotiations are handled…

My boss made me think I was her confidant. She gave me the plum jobs and ‘confided’ to me that everyone else was inferior. For two years my feet hardly touched the ground.

It didn’t last. The Boss-zilla is a soul-sucking manipulator of narcissistic proportions. He hooks you with compliments and seductive ‘let’s be friends’ invitations. First you are the golden child, held above all others and then he tears out your heart and show it to you while it’s still pumping..… uh… Did I say that out loud?

Rule #2: Keep a healthy distance. You cannot be friends with your boss.

Into the third year, my work was bounced back to me bleeding red edits. My boss started calling me into her office for ‘feedback’ sessions that got more and more humiliating. How did I lose my touch? Answer: I didn’t. I was the same hard-working nerd I always was; it was my boss’s attitude toward me that had changed.

Rule #3: You are neither all good nor all bad.

My co-workers hated me. As long as I was the ‘good’ one I didn’t care. When things went south I couldn’t take being isolated anymore and I started talking with other staff. Generously they forgave me and shared their own horror stories of abuse from my boss. What an eye opener!

Rule #4: Keep open diplomacy among co-workers.

They don’t have to be your friends but you should be able to compare notes just like siblings do about their parents. Dysfunctional bosses often use the old divide and conquer game to keep staff malleable.

Once I realized it wasn’t me, that it was a sick, dysfunctional corporate culture that allowed my boss to be abusive, I had a decision to make. My moment of truth came when I realized I had become someone I didn’t recognize and didn’t like. Depressed, obsequious, timid, who was this person? I wanted my spirit back and the only way for me was to leave. So I quit. That sounds easy. It wasn’t. It took months to find a job that felt like a good move, not a big step backwards.

Rule #5: Learn to define yourself by who are, not what you do.

Or “Don’t forget to have a life.” A lot of us were raised to think our end-all and be-all is our occupation. The first thing we tend to ask each other after being introduced is, “So what do you do?” I’ve had clients, grown men miserable in their jobs, shrink from the idea of quitting primarily because they have no idea who they are without the job. Family and friends (my husband was great at this) help us remember we are parents, church and temple members, coaches, thinkers, readers, spouses, travelers, life adventurers and more. These roles are constant no matter what the job is.

Rule #6: Always remember you have options; quitting is only one of them.

If you think you don’t, you will become depressed, a burnt-out shadow of your former self. Find a psychologist, life coach or career counselor to help you regain the perspective you’ve lost in abusive boss hell.

I don’t know anyone who doesn’t have at least one Boss-zilla story. A power-mad night supervisor at Taco Bell or a VP at a Fortune 500 company, it’s all the same. Post-traumatic Boss Disorder (PTBD) is no joke. It took me a good year to stop shaking every time my new boss asked me to his office for a conference.

Rule #7: Living well is the best revenge.

Giving notice to Boss-zilla was as bad as I thought it was going to be. She called me ungrateful; I was told my poor performance would follow me wherever I went. What kept me calm throughout her tantrum was knowing my new job was at a very prestigious institution, which had to be killing her. She didn’t need to know there was no salary increase.

PTBD struck again many years later. Older and wiser, I recognized the signs early and took action quicker than before. From then on I’ve been self-employed. Today I’m happy to say my boss is usually pretty reasonable.