A Post that didn’t get written:
Thursday night was a bad scene. I ate my normal meal but without any carbs. Just as I was about to go to bed, I suddenly got hypoglycemic. Then I ate too many carbs, out of panic and fear. Adding carbs back in. Nor did I brush my teeth at bedtime.
Doing well otherwise. Taking my meds, following up on my mental health appointments and getting more. Next week I see the leader of the therapy group I would like to get into. And, finally, an appointment with the shrink about meds; that is really important.
Doing my reading too. I am enjoying the book on Social Christianity now that I am fully into it.
It’s Spring. I’m longing to garden, and have no place to garden. I may be able to get some potting soil, and i have some containers for gardening. Maybe I could steal some soil from local excavations? And I am remembering our Victory Garden. I had to be very young then. Most evenings in the season we would all trek over to the neighborhood Victory Garden and my grandfather would do most of the gardening. I wish there were a community garden here at the apartments. Ach, I’m such a socialist.