Yesterday we trimmed the rose bushes, mandarin trees, and I cut the banana tree in half. It was sad, but Baba told me too - saying it would grow back. It was easy to saw through and water oozed out from where I was sawing. The main trunk I did a poor job of, and it ripped in half before I was done sawing, which apparently is very bad for a banana tree. A saw a TV program where Africans ground up the banana tree trunk and buried it for a few months then made a sort of paste or bread from it - I kind of wanted to try it myself . . .
Tolga and I also bought a few things for the house. One was a scale. We brought it home and Baba didn't want to weigh himself. We finally bullied him into it and he was at 118 kg. I think he was kind of mad to learn this.
I had got both Anne and Baba a journal. Anne to record her daily walks and heart rate. She is supposed to be walking and raising her heart rate, but she walks irregularly and only ambles. The notebook for Baba is to record what he is eating. His sugar is out of control. When its high he says, "What did I eat?" And maybe recalls a quarter of the food he ate. When we catch him eating a sweet or something with high sugar his responses vary from "Az" (a little), or his body needs it, or that it's okay because he takes medicine to lower his blood sugar.
This morning Baba asked me to guess how much he weighed. Anne had already pointed out that she too had lost weight overnight, so I guessed 116 kg. He proudly told me he was at 114 kg. He lost an amazing 9 lbs overnight.
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