The first few months was not all that great. I was mildly overweight, sluggish, and sleeping a lot more than I should have been. Also, I would make numerous trips to the bathroom, and getting weaker each day. Then, on the night of May 14, I so fucking weak, that I need help to getting up off of the couch. i told my live-in partner to call for the ambulance. Off to the emergency room, and the nurse started immediately working on me. I have no idea how many IVs went through, as my glucose reading was sky high. I was in ICU for 2 1/2 days, still feeding me the IVs, and that was when I was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes.
The second half of the year, I have made great strides, as the A1C is normal, blood pressure is very good, and my lungs are clear, even after 40 plus years of smoking. I actually quit smoking, the same day I was admitted in the hospital. plus my weight is where it should be.
Now, I watch what I eat and drink, and it’s working out, for the better.
“Credibility in immigration policy can be summed up in one sentence: Those who should get in, get in; those who should be kept out, are kept out; and those who should not be here will be required to leave.” ~ Barbara Jordan, Politician (1936-1996)
“The twelve months…
Snowy, Flowy, Blowy,
Showery, Flowery, Bowery,
Hoppy, Croppy, Droppy,
Breeze, Sneezy, Freezy.”
~ George F. R. Ellis, Professor
and if so
it would be
“Listen to the people who are talking about how to fix what’s wrong, not the ones who just work people into a snit over the problems. Listen to the people who have ideas about how to fix things, not the ones who just blame others.” ~ Molly Ivins, Columnist – Born: August 30, 1944 – Died: January 31, 2007