It appears that in the last 12 months I've managed to develope Type 11 Diabetes.
I can't imagine how that happened.
Now it's more medication for diabetes and cholesterol.
And more instruction for food management, medication management, podiatry in case of footrot.
There is an answer for all this, I could have lapband surgery which apparently is genius in controlling not only weight but diabetes. Guess who's not going near a surgeon, hospital or lapbanding operation? I don't care how they do it, it's not happening.
Apart from the fact that I get this news right before the Christmas goodie season, a trial in itself.
I thought that, at last, I might get to live a life of my own but now I get to live a life dictated by various dictators of what to eat, when to eat it and do as you're tolders.
No doubt I'll deal with all this in a week or two and I've managed to read the reams of crap I've already been given, considering I don't smoke, hardly drink except for a Bombay on a summer's night, get exercise by falling over and getting back up and a pensioner's loot doesn't stretch to Fois Gras or French Butter, I'm four down the list already.
I knew Christmas was going to be crap.
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Keep standing, witchy. 'Tis only one more festive season, Am sure you'll cope.
Oh no! Diabetes! Maybe I shouldn't send you a (truckload/crate) box of choc-gingerbreads after all...
My mum had it too. The one thing that sent her blood sugar soaring was jam. Even weightwatchers jam. no jam at all for the rest of her life. Much less of everything else too. Near the end when she knew the cancer was taking over, she gave up all medications and just ate what she wanted, since she was going to die anyway.
I hope I haven't worried you with this. You'll learn to cope, you'll be okay.
Chin up, copper. Do what you have to get through this silly season (even if it's succumbing and being naughty) and then set yourself one helluva new years resolution.
Signed someone with a cholesterol level of 7.4
It's true, life and our wayward bodies can be cruel. Things happen at Christmas time, or maybe it's just that we notice them more. In a few weeks after the season is over, you'll get more perspective on this hopefully, but not before you get through what's meant to be a 'happy' time. At least you can complain on line, small comfort that this is. Still it helps.
My mother had diabetes and was overweight, but a heart attack got her aged 70. She neither smoked nor drank but had a very hard life, physically and mentally. My skinny father who smoked 30 a day and was drunk all his adult life died of malnutrition aged 75. One thing he never did was worry.
Meanwhile I see fat women at bingo who can hardly walk; but my father got that way, paralysed by booze. What's worse?
I'd consider the lapband surgery. Doctors can't really tell you why exactly, but it is excellent at disappearing diabetes. I think I'd do pretty much anything not to have diabetes.
http://www.abc.net.au/rn/scienceshow/stories/2009/2554683.htm
Talk to your local Asian grocery store about bitter melon, it's good for diabetics but talk to those who know first.
jeepers I'm a sick pup. when I saw Jayne mention bitter melon I just thought ah! Midori cocktails!
I crave sugar and often cave-in, and have sympathy and empathy for you.
Sugar is truly evil - cancer cells feed on it, the Chinese are buying CSR in QLD, and my friend could not have surgery because his blood-sugar was too high.
Understanding that Low-GI and High-GI theory is the key to your salvation. Porridge for breakfast keeps blood-sugar stable till 1pm.
Good Luck.
jeepers I'm a sick pup. when I saw Jayne mention bitter melon I just thought ah! Midori cocktails!
I crave sugar and often cave-in, and have sympathy and empathy for you.
Sugar is truly evil - cancer cells feed on it, the Chinese are buying CSR in QLD, and my friend could not have surgery because his blood-sugar was too high.
Understanding that Low-GI and High-GI theory is the key to your salvation. Porridge for breakfast keeps blood-sugar stable till 1pm.
Good Luck.
Type 11 diabetes? What are the other 10?
Not to worry, Witchy. Like the Shamus O'Flaherty, the midget high court judge, it's just one of those little things in life that are sent to try us.
I'll cope without people.
River, I couldn't find those gingerbreads anywhere in Safeway.I have tablets to take and the doc is going away until February so he's not too bothered.
Kath, it's your blog that's doing it. That rotten ice-cream promotion jingling away and making me drool. 7.4 isn't bad, down from the original isn't it?
Elisabeth, I've just spent an hour listening to Christmas Carols and banging a tambourine for the oldies. If ever I end up there I'm having a 'no tambourine/Christmas carols' clause.
Robbert, weighed myself this morning and down 4 kgs from the last fright. I might do this yet.
Not a chance, Link. They do it through the navel and I don't have one and I'm never having surgery again.
Jayne, I've tasted bitter melon, you hate me don't you?
MM, I have a jar of porridge but I just can't get porridge down my throat but my usual breakfast of boiled egg and two slices of wholemeal wholegrain toast and black tea is also good, when I get a chance to sit calmly and eat it.
Unlike you, Hughes, a bloody big thing sent to try us.
Nice picture on FaceBook, that'll frighten the children into civility.
JahTeh; the gingerbreads are in Woolworths. I know Safeway is owned by Woolworths, (I think), but you'll need to go to a real Woolworths. Or I could just send you some...WW is a 20 minute walk for me.
Thank you River, but the thought of anyone walking anywhere at the moment terrifies me and besides I'm not supposed to eat them. Damn!
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