Showing posts with label diabetes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diabetes. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

The worst is not, So long as we can say, 'This is the worst.' (4.1.27~ King Lear)

Well—lots going on since last we met. Both personally and globally.


On the personal front:

Still figuring out how to handle this whole diabetes thing. Most days I’m on top of it—had to make major dietary changes though. MAJOR. I went completely cold turkey on chocolate—now that was a sacrifice. But I know it’s my major weakness, so, like a junkie, I’m just better off not going near any of it.

I’m reading labels like a madwoman: how many sugars, how many carbs, how much sodium and fats… it can be daunting. But—I have to say it’s agreeing with me. I feel “lighter” mentally, if that makes sense—and I’ve lost about 10 pounds. Can’t argue with that right?

The one big drawback is that all of this seems to have triggered a return of my menopausal hot flashes. It’s ridiculous. I’m burning up all the time. Any recommendations anyone?

Oh—and I am starting on a new directorial project. I am doing OUR TOWN for Sept. 2011. It has always been a favorite, and I feel it is especially timely now.

We have had auditions and I’ve gotten 20 real great actors—it will be the largest cast I’ve ever worked with. I’m especially excited about the fact that for the first time the theatre will be presenting 2 school performances in the morning. I love presenting classic theatre to students. I have had the privilege of participating in two student performances myself and they were a total rush.

We don’t start rehearsals until mid-June, but I have lots to do…. I am designing the set and will write the study guide for the students. My awesome friends Rose and Keara are serving as A.D. and Producer, so they will be a huge help with the student performances. And the 10 million other little details. It’s exciting—here’s hoping this fibromyalgic diabetic can hang in there.



Now, for the global front….

Boy, the “you-know-what” has certainly been hitting the fan!! More political backstabbing undermining actually doing the jobs they were elected to do, more scandals in the Catholic church, more celebrity implosion (with the public lapping it up like milk) more wars in countries most of us have forgotten existed, floods throughout the Midwest, snow in places down South that have never had snow….. AND… massive destruction in Japan (with a possible nuclear holocaust thrown in).

Of course all of this prompts the Evangelists to say we’re in “The End Times.” But that’s been the case for eons—everyone feels they have proof that their time is when everything is going to fall apart and cease to be. Some of these people are even elected officials who prefer to govern by fear (kinda like how the nuns kept us in line back at Catholic school). We have no idea when or if existence as we know it will end. Although, the rate we’re destroying things on this planet gives one pause. And causes one to wonder are we bringing all of this on ourselves or is it part of some grander design?

Damn! Definitely not “Winning.”

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

“I am ill at these numbers”


7 days… 168 hours… 10,080 seconds….
That how long I’ve been trying to adapt to a whole new lifestyle.

No, I’m not gay now [not that there’s anything wrong with that].   I found out last Monday that I have Type 2 Diabetes.    Yep, lucky me, I get to take medicine 3x a day and poke my finger 4x.      Aren’t you jealous?

I blame my knee injury two years ago.    I was heavy before my accident, but I had started going to Curves 2 or 3 times a week in the hopes of losing weight.     I had only been going for about 6 weeks [I used my work bonus to pay for 6 months worth] when my knee got destroyed.      I was on crutches for 3 months and could barely walk for about 5 months after that.      The pound piled on—and the comfort eating too.      I tried, but…… well, the spirit was as weak as the flesh, to paraphrase something.

And it’s my weight that has pushed me into this newest ailment/challenge.      I must eat properly, take my meds and exercise—I have no choice.       I don’t.

The past week has been spent processing all of this—and going thru chocolate withdrawal.      I’ve had to struggle my way through the initial nausea and other side effects.   It seems to be getting better, so I’ll just grit my teeth and keep on keeping on.

I’ve had to overcome my heebee jeebies at sticking a pin in my finger to test my blood’s glucose levels 3—4 times a day.    [Those lancets hurt like a mo-fo.]

I’ll have to attend classes on nutrition and the like so I know what choices to make when it comes to meals.
Yeah—it’s fun times ahead for me.

On the one hand I keep thinking “How much more crap am I expected to deal with?”  

BUT

—on the other I do know it could be so much worse.

So, I will keep trying to see the good in everything—and find the funny.    But I may have my off days.