Today Was A Good Day To Die...

As today was in fact a good day to die, I follow this with today was also a good day to be alive...

My youngest daughter, Sam, transported me to a follow up visit with my primary this morning. We arrived for a 10:15 appt., early so that we might depart from the practice well past noon...as in 1:30'ish. Took a book too..."The Man Who Killed The Deer, A Novel Of Pueblo Indian Life", written by Frank Waters. The business of the trip was complex and I am uncertain what took place other than a "read the laboratory tests and to-take-a-listen"...I was out of the exam room in less than ten minutes...& that may be a stretch. I do see that I have been officially diagnosised with DIABETES 250.00. Okay, so now I really know things must change (Yes, I'm freaked out!). Brenda and I are blessed to have found an excellent source for the glycemic index and have committed ourselves to the change in our Live's Path - not so much change as more to adapt and move on. I left with no medication's, so for now I am plenty happy. I do have to stick myself three times daily, but this has almost become a contest for me and this diagnosis! The plan is to whip it! Last visit on 29 December 2010, the glucose level was 247, today 7 January 11, it was 188. Maybe that's why no medication? Shit, I hope!

On the way home we stopped by the Westshore Plaza for a latte from one of my old Coffee Houses! Oh Lord, it felt so good to just be there in the lobby! An Ole Friend/Co-Owner is taking care of the business and it looks fantastic! My heart was warmed by his welcome and the constant smiles on all of the co-owners face's...the heart was also touched by the icy cold fingers of a reality that reminds me that I am damaged goods...

...it had been a mighty long time since I last visited a mall. Too long. I did trip a couple of times but did not fall and the breif walk to The Coffee House and JC Penny cost me a Cat Life dahlink...by the time we were out of there I looked as if I had ran a 5K. Drops falling off my curls...did I lose a pound or two?

One of The Voices, spoke to me today. Called my name and called my name again. I was home alone and my dear neighbours don't know me that damn well...SO, I am aware One-Who-Has-Passed, is here for a visit. I've told them I hear dead people...some folks just don't listen. No-Ears.

Besides the sweatathon at the Plaza, meniere's has been following me all day with the super-nausea and a dizziness that required medication. My right ear is loud and full of giant locust! Earlier today I was able to hear my pulse rate for an unknown amount of time, the blood pumping so loudly! My left deaf ear is silent...

Today, I look at scars on my left wrist and contemplate...were these really accidental wounds? Interesting how I see three scars but only remember one accident...(I was at TIA at the age of 12 - cut it on a lightening rod). When I hear and listen to my heart rate - I am able to count my pulse on my right wrist. I am able to see my pulse right under my skin...no shit.

Today was a good day to die, but it sure is a good day to keep walking this Path. I've got to keep walking...