Well the good news is that I am not diabetic yet and I got this cool new gadget. It checks blood glucose levels. I’m supposed to use it to check my glucose level every time I feel hypoglycemic. I could’ve before lunch but I was too chicken to harpoon myself in the finger just then. Now that I’ve read the directions, I’m sure it’ll be just fine.
The bad news is that I have to watch what I eat.
The good news is that I am blessed to live in a place where I can call the doctor’s office and get an appointment the same day, where I can receive a heads up about my health and take the appropriate action before damage is done.
The bad news it that my craving for pasta made of refined white flour and almost totally void of nutritional value hasn’t lessened since hearing that I need to be careful.
The good news is that my doctor doesn’t just blow me off most of the time.
The fantastic news is that I will be learning how to make great healthy meals that my whole family will love and beg me to make again and again.
In other great news, my sister and I get to have a Sisters Day Out! Woo hoo! In about a month, we get to go get our blood tested for a genetic clotting disorder. Fun! (Yes, that is a hint of sarcasm in this last one.)
Homer gets to have his tonsils and adenoids out later this week and maybe in the next month or so we’ll get to get rid of his CPAP machine. We’ll see. He’s not thrilled about having surgery but we’re all looking forward to seeing if he’ll sleep better. He has wondered if he gags easily because his tonsils are so big. I suppose that would make sense.
Changing the channel, don’t you just love the scent of clean laundry, whether it is line dried or dried in the dryer? I’ve been washing bedding this afternoon and, to tell the truth, I am looking forward to night time for once so that I can go to sleep to the fragrance of Downy dryer sheets. Aaaah, clean laundry…
Mr. Nicklebee told me last night that his uncle is 85 years old. I was shocked! I’m used to there being an age gap between siblings but the stark reality of him being 85 … wow! Mr. N, Sr. is 20 years younger than his brother so I could do the math, I just hadn’t really thought about it. Wow! Uncle Calvin* is 85! Hard to believe! All of my Grandparents lived into their 80’s. It just seems weird to think of my parents or their siblings in their 80’s. I guess I have a few years before I have to deal with that.
Well, I suppose I’d better go make one of those aforementioned great meals for my family since it’s about that time.
*In keeping with the Pen and Inkless tradition, Calvin is not his real name.
