Icehouse, I have no idea. Sugar has never affected my neuropathy but I am prediabetic so I try to stay away from the sweets and usually don't have much around but I had a lot of company over the holidays and so had many goodies here. Once my last visitor finally left I had tons left over and I have been over indulging trying to use them up.
My only known trigger that sets off the neuropathy is stress and in that regard everything has been relatively quiet. If anything I am guessing it is all the sugar but in my experience with this affliction it does what it wants with no rhyme or reason. Today I am going out and I will see how I do but I had a bad couple days. That horrific burning had improved greatly and even the weakness was much improved but sadly I am almost where I started.
I am heading out for lunch and then errands today so I hope I can manage. This setback was especially cruel. I had gotten so hopeful and even thought maybe I could find part time employment in the new year. I hate this dang neuropathy and the sick games it plays with my body and mind.
No sugar for me today and I will see where that takes me.

Sure, gimme some time. What's apparent is that it fluctuated heavily. But I also had other things going wrong with my body at the same time, so it's hard to see a logical line. (which is typical for PN anyway).

2314 days sober.

I have nothing to report....I hate the cold....maybe I will move to Australia.

Second of the month... well done. ;)

Yeah, we had a sudden -5°C last night. I'm thinking Bahamas (although, with all that hurricane stuff.. maybe Madeira).

The only thing I like about this weather is that the dog poop freezes instantly and is a bit easier/less nauseating to remove from their outdoor toilet. :D

BTW, I suspect dogs poop twice as much as they eat, it's something science should have a look at.

Poopsicles are easier.
I remember having to shovel our driveway, steps and sidewalks PLUS my backyard so our dogs had a place.
I am currently animal free and just put down the last of my menagerie and the loss is huge. I have lost 3 of my beloved pets in 5 years and it is never easy, and in truth it is very excruciatingly painful.
Ahhh...I miss cleaning up my ol' man's messes. :( Funny to think of the things that one will miss). I also miss him begging at the table which I hated but I still save my leftovers, ....but he is not there. Yep, I am still adjusting and he left a huge hole.

I am not responsible enough to have a pet....I can barely keep myself alive :D

Icehouse, my thoughts exactly! My kids know I am mourning the loss of my dog and are relentless about how they want to get me a kitten. NO!!!!!!!!!
If Santa brings me a kitten I will kill him and them, but ugh, likely keep the kitten.

I'm with you. We used to have lots of animals, but over the years had to say goodby to (counts...) 10 cats. Patsy, our oldest Labrador (the one in my profile pic) is almost 14 (it's her birthday in 2 weeks...) and we are going to have to take that step too in the coming days/weeks. She is mentally 110%, but her hind legs just don't want to cooperate anymore. (some days they do, some they don't).

Edie, her brother, is 12, but he's not as "strong", so that will be for the near future as well. Ugh.

I also lost 2 parrots I got for my birthday. We had them for 6 months, and mysteriously they both suddenly went quiet and fell dead after 2 days. (no Monty Python jokes please ;) "It's an ex-parrot" "It's pining for the Fjords", I know them all... ;) ) Turned out they had the kind of parrot AIDS and were born with that, nothing could be done about it. Still hurt like hell. We got new ones after that, but one escaped (my fault...) so now Oscar is the big boss of the house (he's 4 now).

They are family members, and when they go they each leave a huge hole. But, it's also a privilege to have shared your time with them. :hug:

I can relate - I lost my two cats last year - I can't complain because they were both 20 y.o.+ but that did not make it any easier. It took a while to accept.

I now have two new ones, Blackberry and WaiWaiaa (Maori for beautiful).

At risk of pic-spamming, here they are when they were kittens :).

Aye. We say that to ourselves: "oh look how old they got" but it doesn't change the hurt. Two years or twenty years: same size hole. :(

I often "complained" about the design fault of cats & dogs going before we do. And then we got Oscar. Parrots have the opposite problem: they often outlive us. So you have to prepare a solution for your little buddy for when you are gone (and they will miss you, very much, they will mourn, as you were their partner). That's almost even worse.

(sorry MrsD for going off-topic, I'll have a better on-topic post tomorrow! ;) )