"My feet! Something that eventually goes away from the diabetics in my family..."
Friday, February 24, 2006
picture of something very important to me...
"My feet! Something that eventually goes away from the diabetics in my family..."
Thursday, February 16, 2006
PAM (Pissing And Moaning)
I'm still PAMing (Pissing and Moaning) about my blood sugar "score" from last night. I'll quote from myself:
I still remember getting my butt chewed by some clown on a Science Fiction talk list by violating some rule I'd never heard of. A couple of other people wrote me and said this "clown" thought he was the ultimate expert on whatever the subject was and jumped all over anyone who had a differeing opionion.
Another time, I posted on a BBS (in Moline Illinois) a "survey" from an email humour magazine. I was blasted by a number of angry people and the BBS admin kicked me off that BBS "for my own good".
Damn people! It was just a joke! (It was in 1995 from a humour magazine run from MIT.)
"We did go out to dinner last night, to celebrate me having taken the A1C test. We went to Arby's and had steak and garlic mashed potatoes and a really decadent desert!It may be "bad form" to quote myself but my "publisher" (me) says "go for it!. And, since I always obey my "publisher", I did "go for it!".
It was wonderful.
Two hours after I finished eatting, my blood sugar was 225!
Two hundred and twenty five!
That is the highest I've seen it on a test I did myself. So, I guess that wonderful desert really is sweet poison. I won't be doing that again any time soon!"
I still remember getting my butt chewed by some clown on a Science Fiction talk list by violating some rule I'd never heard of. A couple of other people wrote me and said this "clown" thought he was the ultimate expert on whatever the subject was and jumped all over anyone who had a differeing opionion.
Another time, I posted on a BBS (in Moline Illinois) a "survey" from an email humour magazine. I was blasted by a number of angry people and the BBS admin kicked me off that BBS "for my own good".
Damn people! It was just a joke! (It was in 1995 from a humour magazine run from MIT.)
Charlie is back home...and I quoted BGEN Jack O'Neille!
My brother Charlie refused to let the surgeons cut off his left leg at the knee and talked them into alternative surgery. The MDs said his arteries from mid left calf on down were basically trashed. They wanted to whack off his left leg. (So what if poor Charlie would be stuck in a wheel chair and legless? The boys in the body shop -er- prosthesis creation centre need the work! The girls in the their rehab department need the work! I guess that hospital just isn't getting the surge of walkering wounded or perhaps I should say unwalking wounded from the various wars...)
Instead, the surgeons took a healthy vein from Charlie's left thigh and used it to replace a trashed artery in his left calf. This replacement went from a healthy sourse to the ulser. The ulser is being given a plentiful blood supply and is healing.
"Well and good!"
What the fuck is he going to do when the next ulser opens up on his left foot? The supply of "good veins" in his left thigh is very, very, very limited! Soon enough, his thigh will be in grave danger...
But, he saved his leg and that is a wonderful thing.
He also refused to go to a rehab centre because he simply wanted to get home. This was short term smart (sort of) and long term foolish. He would have benefited from (another) course of rehab...
Instead, the surgeons took a healthy vein from Charlie's left thigh and used it to replace a trashed artery in his left calf. This replacement went from a healthy sourse to the ulser. The ulser is being given a plentiful blood supply and is healing.
"Well and good!"
What the fuck is he going to do when the next ulser opens up on his left foot? The supply of "good veins" in his left thigh is very, very, very limited! Soon enough, his thigh will be in grave danger...
But, he saved his leg and that is a wonderful thing.
He also refused to go to a rehab centre because he simply wanted to get home. This was short term smart (sort of) and long term foolish. He would have benefited from (another) course of rehab...
"Or not"
BGEN Jack O'Neille from Stargate
A1C day...
Bottom line: My A1C was 6.8. My MD wants that lower...
Six months ago, my A1C was tested at the local clinic and was 6.8. Three months ago, it was tested at the VA Clinic (actually, they sent it off to some undisclosed location) and was 7.2. So, I went on the wagon, started eatting at least one salad a day and really really cut down on the carbs.
I also got more enthused about the walking (still can't force myself to do shitups and pushups...)
So, my MD, not referring to the outside test had Midge (his nurse) call me at work with the results and told me "the Doctor wants that to come down. Cut out the carbs" Well, I'm in complete agreement with Midge and Dr. Hotstetter on that...
We did go out to dinner last night, to celebrate me having taken the A1C test. We went to Arby's and
had steak and garlic mashed potatoes and a really decadent desert!
It was wonderful.
Two hours after I finished eatting, my blood sugar was 225!
Two hundred and twenty five!
That is the highest I've seen it on a test I did myself. So, I guess that wonderful desert really is sweet poison. I won't be doing that again any time soon!
Six months ago, my A1C was tested at the local clinic and was 6.8. Three months ago, it was tested at the VA Clinic (actually, they sent it off to some undisclosed location) and was 7.2. So, I went on the wagon, started eatting at least one salad a day and really really cut down on the carbs.
I also got more enthused about the walking (still can't force myself to do shitups and pushups...)
So, my MD, not referring to the outside test had Midge (his nurse) call me at work with the results and told me "the Doctor wants that to come down. Cut out the carbs" Well, I'm in complete agreement with Midge and Dr. Hotstetter on that...
We did go out to dinner last night, to celebrate me having taken the A1C test. We went to Arby's and
had steak and garlic mashed potatoes and a really decadent desert!
It was wonderful.
Two hours after I finished eatting, my blood sugar was 225!
Two hundred and twenty five!
That is the highest I've seen it on a test I did myself. So, I guess that wonderful desert really is sweet poison. I won't be doing that again any time soon!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
ah...the joys of "phone home"...
I called my Mother last night and after talking for under five minutes, she said she was sick and hung up. I called my youngest brother to see how he was doing and after a briefer phone call, he said he had to go to the bathroom and hung up. So, either I've irritated both or I've called so many times lately that getting a phone call from me is no big deal. Well, I think it should be...
I think I'll put off "phoning home" for a week or two. My wife suggested that I call one of other two brothers, to see if they're sick as well. However, I decided to pass on that one. I've called them both less than a handful of times in the past decade. None of us would really know how to react. Their wives and kids certainly wouldn't...
I think I'll put off "phoning home" for a week or two. My wife suggested that I call one of other two brothers, to see if they're sick as well. However, I decided to pass on that one. I've called them both less than a handful of times in the past decade. None of us would really know how to react. Their wives and kids certainly wouldn't...
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
A1C coming up...
Every three months, I'm supposed to have a blood test to determine my A1C level. So, for the past three weeks or so, I've been trying to "finese the test". That is,'m trying to "eat good". It has been damned hard; I've been on the wagon for this three weeks and have been getting far more cranky (I guess I'm a bit more in love with gin and tonics or beer that I'd like to be.)
I expect to get a score of 6.8 or so. If it is 7.0, then at least it'll be lower than my last score (7.2). If it exceeds 7.2, then I'm going to have the dispairing feeling of "what's the point"? If going hard core doesn't work, what will work for the rest of my life?
I expect to get a score of 6.8 or so. If it is 7.0, then at least it'll be lower than my last score (7.2). If it exceeds 7.2, then I'm going to have the dispairing feeling of "what's the point"? If going hard core doesn't work, what will work for the rest of my life?
no news...
I tried calling my brother's hospital room but got no answer. I also tried calling my Mother and had to leave a note on her voice mail. This was two days ago and I'm just hoping all is well. I'll have to call again tonight.
Wednesday, February 01, 2006
Chalie is getting better...
My brother told me that he'll be sprung from hospital as soon as the "swelling in his scrotum" goes down. That'll be good, very good! He's been in hospital for about 2 months and is desparate to:
* get back to his apartment,
* have privacy from well intended stranger,
* have privacy from bumbling folks entering "his" room by accident,
* cook his own food,
* decide when to sleep, etc.,
* look for a job,
* be able to move about society as he sees fit!
The appeals judge decided Charlie was wrongfully fired and that he is entitled to unemployment and most especially back unemployment!
The morals of the story are:
* A long term diabetic can have horrible health and
* Some companies will shitcan employees who have the gall to get sick!
It makes me quite grateful that I've got a good union to back me if I eventually fall ill like my brother Charlie! I'll know then that the union dues I've paid all these many years is finally paying off...
* get back to his apartment,
* have privacy from well intended stranger,
* have privacy from bumbling folks entering "his" room by accident,
* cook his own food,
* decide when to sleep, etc.,
* look for a job,
* be able to move about society as he sees fit!
The appeals judge decided Charlie was wrongfully fired and that he is entitled to unemployment and most especially back unemployment!
The morals of the story are:
* Some companies will shitcan employees who have the gall to get sick!
It makes me quite grateful that I've got a good union to back me if I eventually fall ill like my brother Charlie! I'll know then that the union dues I've paid all these many years is finally paying off...
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