How to kill a day off in Belgrade, Serbia
DAY 93 –
Watching Larry David on David Letterman on YouTube in a chair to pass the time.
Today, Masayo woke up not feeling well, and didn’t want to leave. So we spent all day sitting in our room in Belgrade, Serbia. She knitted and rested, while I worked on some technical issues on t1dwanderer.com.
My BG at 8 am — after being 73 just before bed after a large rice-filled dinner — was 272. Again, unaccountably high. My least favorite kind of high. Breakfast was cookies and yogurt, and I shot up my Humalog dutifully.
#bgnow 272 in the morning. Where did that come from??
Statue and ambulance in Belgrade during my lunch excursion.
We worked all morning, neither of us leaving the room. At lunch time, I went out by myself and found some simple things to eat at a bakery and a grocery store. My BG when I got back was 224 — fair enough, since I’d sat around doing nothing since breakfast. I shot up again and ate my chocolate croissants and banana.
#bgnow 224 before lunch. I was annoyed so I ate the machine.
Later, at 6:45 pm, I checked and was almost exactly the same as before lunch: now 222. I was a little annoyed at this one, but, again, I’d sat around getting zero exercise all day. I went out, again by myself, to find dinner.
#bgnow 222 after lunch. Oh, go away.
I managed to get some takeaway pizza from a place called Carabic for us, and I also picked up a can of beer for myself from a store. We ate it in the room together, and Masayo decided she felt good enough to do some laundry.
Caribic pizza box and a Lav beer for dinner.
Interestingly, we had a washing machine in our room but no soap, and couldn’t find any for under $5 at the store. Too expensive for a mere load or two. So we’d bought a bar of laundry soap for $1, which Masayo grated with a cheese grater to turn into usable soap. Is that genius, or what?
Grinding a bar of soap in a cheese grater for the greater good.
And it worked: she did the laundry with it, and hung the clothes on a rack near the room heater to dry overnight.
At 10 pm I checked to see what the pizza and beer had done: I was 113. O perfection! I left it alone and we went to sleep. Masayo said she still didn’t feel that great but promised she would tomorrow. I think she just needed a day of complete nothing for once. Looking forward to seeing some of Belgrade tomorrow!
#bgnow 113 before bed — back to normal, and as a bonus, right before bed!
