The DownEaster Amtrak train pulled into the Wells Maine Amtrak station right on time at 11 a.m. Thursday morning July 24th. I had been on trains since 2:40 a.m. (some eight hours.) My buddies Don and Ken greeted me with warm hugs. After a quick lunch, I checked into a small room on the third floor of an old updated inn (The Abalonia) in the heart of Ogunquit (native name for “lost lagoon.”)
Jimmy offered to take me and my swollen (orange sized) feet to urgent care but I told him that I’d rest them and that Don would take me in the morning. Jimmy gave me his personal cell number and told me to call him anytime during the night should I need help. I welled up with tears given his kindness.
After a much needed nap, I sat by the fire circle and chatted with Ken until 10 p.m. when he left to pick up Don at the CuttySark Motel in York Maine. I fasted in preparation for potential lab tests the next morning at urgent care.
When I went to take my blood sugar readings (at the suggestion of a nurse friend, Sandra, back in Eugene) I realized that I had the strips and lancets but had forgotten to pack my meter.
At 8:30 a. m. Friday morning Don and I were in the urgent care center associated with York Hospital in Wells Maine. About four hours later we got the news that I was suffering from “dependent pedal edema.” It was due to lack of exercise (from long train rides) and a salty diet and failure to keep my legs and feet elevated during swelling. Lab results came back showing kidney functions perfect but elevated blood sugar levels (164.)
Doctor Clark recommended I return to taking diabetes medications (Metformin) and wear compression socks, along with getting regular exercise and elevating limbs.
Don took me to several drug stores but none had a meter to match my strips, so I bought a new meter and strips enough to cover me til Aug 12th, along with a pair of compression socks.
We then shared a simple lunch, walked 3 miles along the beach and a mile or so along marginal way then rested on my deck with cool drinks.
We dined at a street window of the Old Village Inn and then sat outside across the street from the packed Front Porch (restaurant and piano bar.) Shortly a friend came rushing across the street and gave us both warm hugs. He asked immediately if I was still single. When I said “yes,” he asked “Why?” I had no clear answer.
We ended the evening at 11 p.m. after sitting together on the upper level new outside deck of a nearby club called, Maine Street.