And I Didn't Punch Him in the Nose

Scene: Talking to a guy I just met
Guy: Do you always drink diet soda?
Me: Yep
Guy: Do you like 'em?
Me: They're OK
Guy: Trying to lose weight?
Me: Well, yeah but mainly because I'm a diabetic.
Guy: What kind?
(At this point glad that I'm talking to somebody that at least understands there is more than one flavor of diabetes,)
Me: Type 2
Guy: Oh good, you don't have the serious kind.

Result: I didn't punch him in the nose.

Caramba!

Sadly, it seems that I may have to somehow find a way to curtail my love for Mexican food. I had dinner last night at my favorite restaurant Los Rancheros with my 89 year old Dad. The food, as always, was excellent. My BG this morning sucked, (149) not life threatening but certainly above the 90 to 105 that my fasting BG usually is.

I suppose that I will need to have somebody "hog tie" me so I can't reach the basket o' chips that they furnish and put some effort into figuring out the carbs in their dishes and only order those that are the least lethal.

Sometimes I amaze myself that, when confronted by a menu full of things I like, I can somehow justify ordering something that I know deep down in my heart I shouldn't. And this, after 15 years of knowing that I'm diabetic and being cognizant of how to best take care of myself. This may be a factor in why I've "graduated" from just taking oral medication to 25 units of Lantus @ night plus Januvia every morning plus Glimepiride 2 times a day.

I used to have a framed slogan that hung in my office that read:

I'm not totally useless

I can always be used

as a bad example. 

Armageddon Outta Here

Well, I'm supposed to remain indoors, out of direct sunlight, again today. (See previous post re. removal of skin cancers) You know, there are days when I don't leave the house and enjoy it immensely. It is the thought that I've been TOLD to not leave that gets to me. Can you really get cabin fever after a couple of days?
> My wife is 400 miles south of here at the beach with assorted kids and grandkids.
> I have about 200 cable channels and can't find anything I want to watch.
> I'm all caught up on my studying and writing duties.
> My dog and I have covered everything we need to talk about.
SO
I'm going to put on my wide brimmed hat (Indiana Jones style fedora & rather dashing looking if I say so myself), put the sun visor down in the car and go do something - anything.

Chillin' and Bored

Not doing much of anything today. I'm not supposed to be in direct sunlight. I have two approximately "dime sized" red spots on the right side of my already not so handsome face. Yesterday had a dermatologist appointment to have two squamous cell carcinomas removed. No big deal, just a in the office procedure. I must admit that the initial diagnosis made me nervous. I know that this type of skin cancer is not really a big deal but it was the first time that I had heard the "C" word used in connection with me.

The truth be known, the "D" word is a lot bigger problem. My BG readings have been behaving themselves a whole lot better lately. Two things involved:
1. A doctor who really knows his business.
2. Finally having enough sense to follow his instructions.
(O.K., I thought of one more.)
3. Having access to inspiring writers on the web, i.e.Kerri Morrone Sparling & Wil Dubois

Saturday Morning Thoughts

There are some blogs and/or websites that I visit frequently for both information and inspiration. The web is a great thing for folks with problems of any kind. It's kind of like a huge support group minus the 12 Steps. In my attempt to add to my list of favorites I have visited (and read) material from a whole bunch of sites and have found:
1. Some people either do not have spell check on their computers OR have it turned off OR don't know what     that red line under a word means.
2. Some folks evidently don't proof read and use the wrong version of words that sound alike.
   (Examples: to/too - there/their - etc.)
3. Some others use their blogs for self aggrandizing rather than for helping others.
4. Some are just plain depressing. I know that the symptoms of diabetes do not include uncontrollable laughs and giggles but if you control you BG and let diabetes steal your joy it has still won a partial victory.

P.S. I'm not bullet proof. If you ever find misspellings, grammatical errors or maudlin content in my postings feel free to blast away.