So, on Monday I traveled to see my favorite doctor up in Bluffton. I told the nurse that I thought I was a little diabetic. She did the little poke your finger and check your blood thing. Her response was something like "Yeah, I'd say you're a little diabetic." My blood sugar was at 399. Apparently when your number is higher than a perfect bowling score, it's pretty bad.
I could have done more to prevent it but it was pretty much bound to happen. There's so much diabetes in my family that if you put us all in a pot and stirred us for a couple of minutes, we'd turn into cotton candy. Flaky cotton candy but cotton candy.
The upside is that when you're diabetic, the doctor sends you home with some really cool poky things and a little electronic gizmo. I'm a succor for gadgets. I'm running around testing everyone's blood sugar now. Lisa's, Evan's, the dog's, the philodendron's, the cow whose rump we ate for dinner. Cool stuff.
Anyway, another journey begins. Not a good year for health at our family. Next year will be better. I am determined to get in better shape and lose some weight.
More about this journey as things unfold ...