My oh my! Pushing the boundaries is a pastime for my Mom! This week, she had lots of opportunities as she turned 80 on Tuesday, July 14th. She had company in from home and she wanted to make the most of their time together. On the first full day they had together, my Mom got up at 8am and stayed up and moving until 10pm with no nap or trip to relax in bed. She took the week as the ultimate in eating everything bad and in excess. Breakfast on her birthday was Corned Beef hash, grits, eggs and a biscuit. All good for her birthday. No problem there. And no lunch because she was full until dinner. Dinner was a loaded plate at a teppanyaki cook-at-the-table restaurant. Leftovers were enough for dinner for the next 2 nights. I have been trying to give her enough insulin for all of the dastardly things she will take part in. But after she makes up her evil plans, she changes them in the middle of the frenzy. Case in point - Olive Garden dinner. Understood there would be breadsticks in the plan of attack. A cocktail was also in the mix. Dinner and dessert were chosen. All good. We did not order appetizers in order for dinner to arrive in a timely fashion. Then, we could time the insulin shot to best match up with when the food was coming. First the drinks come. A few sips and it's time for the insulin. Many more units than she would typically need because of the hefty meal to come. Breadsticks arrive. She has one with Alfredo dipping sauce. Yummy. Then another. - Danger Zone. And before she can finish, she's asking for a third one! I let her know we didn't come to the restaurant for a breadstick dinner. We came for a complete meal. #3 was split in half. Then, the entrée - Chicken Parm and a side of spaghetti arrive. She eats half of it in order to save room for the raspberry cheesecake that she planned on for her dessert. Well, at breadstick 2.5, I think the insulin coverage attempt was foiled. So, she was stuffy with a runny nose by the time she finished with the meal. When she got her long-acting insulin, we pushed that up too in order to help the situation. The next morning her waking blood sugar was 210. FAIL!!!!
So she has a sensible breakfast and before her plate is cleared from the table she says, "There's Oreos in that cabinet over there." As if!!! What's the point in making it to your 80th birthday if you are going to kill yourself by the end of the first week as an 80 year old! I can't wait for her sugar to get back in alignment so that she can think more clearly. I know everyone deserves to live a little. But if she did this all of the time, she would have a very short life left. I love it when people say to me, "she's old - giver her what she wants". She won't get much older with that mentality. She is in very good health and I want to keep it that way. She is not denied anything. She is denied the kind of excess that she won't be able to recover from. But she's making it hard on a sista'!
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