"God asks no man whether he will accept life. This is not the choice. You must take it. The only question is how."
- Henry Ward Beecher
Yesterday I wrote about makeovers. Today I need one.
Doctor's office just called with the results of last week's blood work. I have diabetes.
I have always known it was a possibility, maybe even a probability. My mother was diabetic.
I managed to dodge that bullet for 52 years; today it found its way home.
No more hot fudge sundaes (Guess I better quit the Chocoholics group on Ravelry, huh?)
No more cherry pie.
No more strawberry shortcake.
No more Christmas toffee.
The Skittles have come home to roost.
This is what happens when you neglect your health and knit or write all day, folks!
So, diet and exercise. Might have to learn how to knit while pedaling my exercycle.
No need for insulin at this point, but I do get to bleed myself on a regular basis. Please tell me I don't have to prick my fingers. That would be hazardous to my work, which would, in turn, be deleterious to my mental health.
Blood on the yarn and all that...
Guess I'm feeling a little sorry for myself right now.
On the plus side, now I know what's wrong with me and I can take positive steps to fix it. And a weight loss should follow.
Although that means none of my clothes will fit...what a waste.
I went looking for more quotes on change, but instead found one on acceptance.
God doesn't ask us our opinion. We take the bad with the good. Sometimes we get out of jail free, and sometimes we do not collect $200.
But we just keep passing Go...
Addendum: I know it is not the end of the world. I have learned to deal with far worse. And it explains a lot of my vague symptoms, like tingling along my arms and the back of my neck, which I was beginning to think were figments of my imagination.
I was aiming for a lighthearted "phooey" tone. Guess by the tone of the last comment I received, I overshot my mark.
I in no way meant to convey the impression that I am curling up in a little ball. As I said above, we just keep passing Go. I'm nowhere near ready to stop playing the game. In fact, I intend to win.
I intend to join hands with all the other players, put all our funny money in a big fat pot in the center of the board, buy Park Place and turn it into a shelter for battered women.
I also did not intend to imply that my problems were in any way worse than what y'all have to deal with on an everyday basis. One of the things I have learned in the past year as you have shared your lives with me, is that everyone has issues. Everyone has problems. Everyone lives their life as best they can.
On the other hand, a little random whining now and again should be allowed.
I'm no saint. I put my pants on one leg at a time, just like everybody else. And just like everybody else, I sometimes don't know what awaits me down the road, around the curve, and over the hill.
But I will tell you this: I intend to enjoy the ride and ALL the scenery along the way...
Besides, if something this ugly...
Can turn into something like this...
Then I guess a makeover won't be so bad.
Sorry to vent on y'all...Think I'll get out of the house for a little fresh air...