Tornadoes, Familial Tremors, Fairy Lights

We were watching a Michael Bublé special as the tornado warnings scrolled across the screen. Rather incongruous, yes? It is blowing and raining. We had Michael Buble special on, but the weather people took over and he was overridden by the weather. And, that's okay. I have my light with me and Tommy has his. There is a little light to turn on in the bathroom. Phones are charged. Hopefully nothing dire happens. 

Monday, I told Tommy I was going out on Tuesday for things I wanted/needed. So, we did and it almost killed me! My blood sugar was so low that I had to have something to eat. I still have not recovered from hypoglycemia! Tomorrow, I will feel more human. 

We also went to the food giveaway. In line, a woman was stopped and people were going around her. She called someone and got out of the car to see the street sign. I had Tommy ask her if she needed help. She did. We both got out of the car, both of us holding onto the car to walk around it. He took the device we bought at Auto Zone to jumpstart her car. I drove ahead to stay in line. He walked back with his walker to me and I drove. I hated to leave him behind! 

What we bought and used today--Duralast Jump Starter, 2.4 amp jumpstarter power pack. The guy at Auto Zone recommended it and said that is what they used at the store to start cars. This has helped us quite a few times, and now we used it to help a woman stranded. I think every car should have one! Maybe we have a new calling! That, plus the device to air up the tires are certainly useful.

Sometimes, we are given a frozen chicken breast with feta and spinach. What we got this time looked like that but had no label. So, I opened a box of potato onion pierogies and cooked the dish that might be chicken. Well, the pierogies were awful and the chicken was butternut squash. We did not eat the pierogies, ate some of the butternut squash, and leftover taco soup.

I took a nap. So, what is new? I lay down, went to sleep instantly, and did not move until I awoke two hours later.  That won't interfere with my sleep tonight, since we will stay up until the danger of a tornado is past. 

The two sets of fairy lights had to be returned since one was damaged, and I could not find any in the one store where I went. I hope the tensions in China will not affect my new order for more fairy lights. There don't seem to be fairy lights made in the US. 

I talked with my friend who is 92 and husband is 91. She was saying how difficult cooking was for her. I told her we use the cooking bags and how we put in chicken, potatoes, carrots and onion and have a meal in the oven shortly. I told her how Tommy peels potatoes and carrots, and once I get it all seasoned, he puts it in the oven and takes it out, giving us days of chicken to do different things and eat different meals. She said her husband can make bread. So, he can probably do all the preparing and cooking of this kind of meal. I bought her a box of Reynolds Cooking Bags. Of course, any meat can be cooked in the bags. Her family brings meals to them, but she still cooks a bit. 

She might never buy Cooking Bags, but if she has a box at hand, she might use them. I will wrap these as a Christmas present and give them a sweet potato bread loaf (made with my pumpkin bread recipe) for her Christmas. 

She has familial tremors and says the condition makes her very tired. I understand tired! But, I know nothing of familial tremors. 

Howling at the Moon, Bargains, Kitty

Today, someone did/said something to me about being handicapped. I was livid and was telling Tommy about it. He thought the person was within his rights. I asked him to explain. He said, "Well, you know 25 people were injured in Memphis." It made no sense. I was furious and came close to saying some of the worst ever things to him. I got mad and hung up.

Later, I called and asked him a question in a calm voice, never mentioning the previous argument. Finally, I said, "Well, are you going to tell me?" He wanted to know what I was talking about. I told him it was the only question I had asked him. I was getting suspicious. He said he had no idea what I was talking about.

"Okay, I am calling the police station!

First of all, Tommy know I am writing this.

"NOOOOOOOO!"

Okay, that is it. His blood sugar is down.

The police, emt, and ambulance arrived with sirens blaring.

He did not hang up the phone, just told me someone was at the door.

I heard the emt talking to him. Tommy said, "Well, I don't have any clothes on. You can come in if you don't mind." I thought he just had on boxers. Nope, not a stitch.

His blood sugar was below 40 and he thought today was Friday and did not know who is president. THe turned to the phone to ask me. "Obama" I told him. The guy told him it does not count if he has to ask someone.  I had told him Obama to see if he would catch the mistake. He did and sort of fussed at me, saying, "Nooo, it is not Obama."  He could recite his own address.

Tommy said he was in New York and had a tower or something. He never could get "Trump."

His blood pressure was 180/110. The ambulance driver was asking if he should go to the hospital.. I got the emt on and told him how he was screaming because I was calling the police and was cursing, and that I thought it would come down.

It did come down to 110/73. They made him a pb sandwich and gave him milk, I think it was milk. His blood sugar came up to 51, not good enough they told him. I don't know what else they gave him to eat, but his blood sugar came up to 61.

Later, we talked. He said he thought I was crazy. Then, he said he wondered if it was him. I asked if he remembered screaming "Nooooo." He said, "Oh, yeah. He said he was standing with his walker and had his face/head turned straight up screaming to the ceiling and then wondered why he was yelling so. He said it was like howling at the moon.

Think of Brando's "Stelllaaaa! in Streetcar." It was that intensity and quality.

We could laugh about this. I know when my blood sugar is dropping (hypoglycemia) and comment to whomever that I cannot talk or sound like I am drunk. He does not have an inkling.

Let me tell you how Tommy curses. Do you remember in The Christmas Story how the dad cursed while the furnace made noise and you could never really understand the words. Well, that is how Tommy curses, only he makes the furnace sound, the sound that keeps you from hearing the words.

"Ga da, schw… ik spo chi chi uh." And, I can hear things bumping around and explosive breathing.

Does anyone else have someone with low blood sugar that scares you like he does me? Do they say strange things? Not understand what you say? Is there a reason I am aware and can articulate my problem and he cannot?

I tell someone my blood sugar is dropping. I tell them I sound like I have been drinking. I tell the person I cannot think of the words. I am not sure how I am able to articulate my problem and he thinks the world has gone mad.

About Kitty. She made herself scarce today. Tonight, when I came in the house about 8 pm, she was scaring me in the dark because I was afraid she would run under my feet. Well, she waited until I was on the steps to get under my feet. She hopped in front of my feet and sat there as I tried to step on the step. That meant I kicked her, not intentionally. I collided with her so hard that it hurt my toe. I screamed aloud out of pain, and she got away fast!

I looked back and she was sitting on the ground, just looking up at me. Maybe this accidental collision has cured her. I gave her food and talked nice to her. At least, I did not step on her or fall down.

At the grocery I found a cart of Honey Bunches of Oats for $0.99/14.5 ounces. Tommy likes them, so I got him four boxes. They had chocolate puffed rice cereal, so I got one for me. I could eat the whole box in one day. I like that the milk is chocolatey. Of course, I have eaten them dry for a snack.