I went to Texas to get away from winter but, as it turned out, I took winter with me. The cold came along. The ice came along. Even some snow followed me there. The daughter of the house had come home for the weekend, but had to leave early to get back to campus in Waco before the worst stuff hit. She later sent video of herself scraping a passel of ice off her car.
All kinds of creatures were seeking warmth. Even Thor, a Siberian husky, stayed inside for the most part and one lone scorpion tried to sneak in to soak up some heat.
Thor, who had never met me before, greeted me as soon as Nancy and I pulled into the garage and I opened my car door — by giving me doggie kisses. On the mouth. Ewwwwww! I do not like doggie kisses. Anywhere.
But that’s not the worst Thor did: He also attempted to eat my Dexcom continuous glucose monitor transmitter. The backstory is that it fell off overnight and I put it on the table next to the bed. I then made the mistake of leaving the bedroom door open when I got up on my last morning there.
A little later, Nancy caught Thor chewing on something and it wasn’t his bone. It was the sensor bed that the transmitter fits into — and the transmitter was missing. We looked. On floors and tabletops, under beds and rugs. We dug through Thor’s toy box.
The decision was made to take Thor to the vet, just to be on the safe side. After all, the transmitter does have a battery in it.
Back from the vet, sans Thor, Nancy said they had given the dog a medication that would cause the offending article to come out of one end or the other. I nodded and went off to my room to get dressed for the flights back.
And as I sat on the side of the bed, getting dressed, I heard a commotion coming toward me. It was Nancy.
“I found it! I found it!” she was shouting.
Thor, however, was already being punished for his supposed sin. Which was, as it turned out, attempting to bury a tiny little gray transmitter in the yard, much as he would a bone.
On another note, I got back to Indiana at 1 AM Thursday, where there was ice and snow on the ground at the airport. So winter had been waiting for me after all. My grandson was at the airport to pick me up and, because I had an appointment with my endocrinologist Thursday afternoon, we checked into a hotel for the night (more about that next week).
The visit went well, except that I had no reports for him. There was that little thing about not being home. I’ve been trying to find the ones I uploaded from my t:slim pump.
At any rate, my HbA1c was 6.5%, which was a pleasant surprise. I expected it to be higher because of some stress I’ve been experiencing. It was paczki time (it’s a Polish filled doughnut traditional for a pre-Lent binge).
Back to looking for that darned file. It’s there somewhere. Maybe Thor would know.