Today is a watershed moment in my climb back to normalcy as I prepare for my round of golf this morning. It is going to be sunny and 70 degrees here in Arizona and that does not suck. I will be attempting to play golf for the first time in about 2 years. My legContinue reading “Take THAT Diabetes!”
Category Archives: Diabetes
Speak Up!
Keeping with the schedule, I am reciting another excerpt today from my first book Emotions: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! and I invite you to examine yet another twisted side of my psyche. I did the first two stories under the letter “A” so today, under the letter “B” I have included the single, (but powerfulContinue reading “Speak Up!”
Baby Steps
I took my first steps without the aid of a walker or cane today. It is the first time I have been able to perambulate in 16 months. One more time God: Thank you. The doctor spent most of my appointment time explaining the details and machinations of my new prosthetic leg, one that allowsContinue reading “Baby Steps”
Attitude
Just left my Doctor’s office. Great news. Because my A1C bloodwork came back at 6.6. It is the lowest A1C I have ever recorded. To tell the truth (since I lied all those years before), I was surprised it was that low. I mean, the test measures your average blood sugar levels over a periodContinue reading “Attitude”
Pain
I have a very high tolerance for pain, as evidenced by the still-full bottles of Oxycodone in my cabinet. I have had a total of 20 surgeries, 6 of which were considered “major.” I do not like pain pills, I don’t like ANY pills. I am sure this stems from my inherent distrust of BigContinue reading “Pain”
Counting Sheep
Insomnia. It happens that every so often I have a little trouble falling asleep, but now that I’m retired, it doesn’t really count. I am not an afternoon napper, so lost sleep from nighttime is just that. Lost. I love my sack time. I can, and have, slept for prodigious lengths of time when needed.Continue reading “Counting Sheep”
Why Me?
Talking about diabetes. You will never hear me say “Why me?” I know why me. I come from a long line of diabetics. My family had a history of insulin syringes, degenerative eye diseases, lost limbs, and deaths. I remember my mom telling me stories of my Godmother and her struggles with the deadly diseaseContinue reading “Why Me?”
