A week ago Sunday I had to go to the minor med because of something stupid on my part, remember I'm good at that sort of thing, and after doing blood work was told I might have a problem with my sugar. OK when you say a problem just how big a problem are we talking about? Maybe a big one. Was the short answer.
So Monday morning bright and early I made an appointment and was able to get it for Thursday morning. I get up that morning and I'm sitting in the office right on time.
After a fairly long drawn out visit doing the doctor/patient thing, not because I was having to wait for anyone very long they were taking that much time with me, my doctor comes in and informs me formally that I am diabetic and everything regarding that fact is way high.
I have now given up some very long held habits and not to pleased with that fact. I love Coca-Cola. I even took that Pepsi, yuk, challenge more years ago than I care to think about and Pepsi lost. Now that was funny. After I picked Coke I turned to leave and the young lady who was working that little gig tried to give me the container with the Pepsi and told me I could take it with me. You're kidding right? I asked if I could have the one with Coca-Cola and her top it off. She wasn't happy about that.
Anyway back to my story. Yes I'm Diabetic. Yes it means some major changes in my life but I will not let this get the best of me. Here that Diabetes? I have every intention of kicking your no more sugar ass and take you out with a KO.
So if any of you have any suggestions on what weapons to take into this battle please let me know.
One thing for damn sure I'm still smiling and I have every intention of continuing to do just that. I have more books to write and by damn I am going to write them.