Had another of the endless round of doctor appointments yesterday. Got my blood pressure med cut in half, as it was dropping me down to 94/58, and making me nearly pass out whenever I tried to get up. Now I'm at a reasonable 113/71.
He's happy with how I'm managing the diabetes and the blood pressure and told me to keep doing what I'm doing.
He also thinks I should take a class for new diabetics, which...maybe I should, but they hold them during the day, and I have to work. Maybe once I've got FMLA, I could do it, but I'm just so asocial. If there were a virtual class, that's one thing. I don't like people enough to do the support group thing.
Aside from that, I wrote a little bit yesterday. I've decided to reboot an old fic, and started working on that. I'm hoping to file the serial numbers and be able to do something with it. Gay werewolves, y'all. It started life as an AU of pro wrestling, and branched out to a million fandoms with Jess and I both writing parts of it. Hopefully, I can pull a little magic out of my ass.
He's happy with how I'm managing the diabetes and the blood pressure and told me to keep doing what I'm doing.
He also thinks I should take a class for new diabetics, which...maybe I should, but they hold them during the day, and I have to work. Maybe once I've got FMLA, I could do it, but I'm just so asocial. If there were a virtual class, that's one thing. I don't like people enough to do the support group thing.
Aside from that, I wrote a little bit yesterday. I've decided to reboot an old fic, and started working on that. I'm hoping to file the serial numbers and be able to do something with it. Gay werewolves, y'all. It started life as an AU of pro wrestling, and branched out to a million fandoms with Jess and I both writing parts of it. Hopefully, I can pull a little magic out of my ass.