598038's blog: "Health issues"

You all know by now if you read my status's for the past 2 weeks that I'm in U-M Hospital, psyc floor. Now I'll tell you what happened.

I had been living with my youngest daughter and husband for the past 8 months. Given a 9X9 space to live, eat, sleep, and watch TV in for $600 a month. I had agreed to that so no big deal. Two weeks she decided she needed $90 more a month to help cover electric and heat. Since I  have oxygen equipment and cpap machine, I agreed. Still no big issue. Then she started locking up the food and never giving me a key so I had to depend of her to cook. That rarely happened and I was litteraly eating 0nce a day. I lost 53 pounds in 7 months but was being starved. She claimed she had to lock the food up because the girls would take food when they weren't supposed to. (that's just stupid, and doesn't explain why she never gave me a key, guess I am a kid, too).

Her routine was anti-social to say the least. Up at 8:30, off to work at 9:00. Home at 3:00, nap until 6:00 then make dinner (sometimes), put girls to bed, then to the bar with hubsand until 3:00 am. And yes they would drink and eat all they wanted but the girls and I had no access to anything.

Once I got my car road safe again, I started to go out to eat, sometimes take the girls, and she did not like that one bit. I took her control away.

One day she started screaming at one of the girls, and like right in her face. No reason, just screaming. The next day she did the same to me on her way out to work. Called me toxic, I was killing her and the kids, and I had 30 days to leave. One minuted later, 30 days changed to the sooner the better. On her wait out she screamed GET OUT, go to a shelter. I left but had no where to go.

I ended up driving myself to U-M ER because parking on a train track and waiting didn't seem like the right thing to do. They admitted me, and after 2 weeks I can say I'm not the one broke, although I do have some mental things to work on, and some physical wounds to work on. But it turns out she's been abusing Ambien and an anti-depressant for months and when she would run out, the screaming would start up.

I made a list of things of mine she still has because I don't trust her. Gave it to my son and he said he would go check to make sure they're still there and would move them when I eventually get my own place near him. That's a ways off yet.

There you have the reason why I'm here. I'm doing better but need to work on a few things and need to get stronger.

I've been monitoring my blood sugar the past year or so. It's always been in the 120's which my Dr says that's good. Well tonight I checked it for the first time this week and I was blown away. It was 99.  I know my A1C dropped a lot the last checkup but this is a real treat. Don't know what I've done, but I'm gonna keep doing it. lol

UPDATE:

My blood sugar has been 89 for 5 weeks and my weight has dropped 65 lbs. I think I e beaten this part of my health issues.