Take Care Of Yourself

 


Well let’s see how this mornings going to turn out. Woke up about normal time, I slept through the night, did my normal morning business, and took my pills. Then I got my glucose meter ready by pulling it out of the bag and assembling the lancet and pulling out a test strip. I inserted the test strip into the meter, then shot the lancet into my finger, and yes I wiped with an alcohol pad. Then put the meter to the blood droplet and within a few seconds got my reading.

I know all this is old school tech considering all the new fancy wearable meters out there. But when your Medicaid won’t pay for a fancy new meter you get what you can afford. So before you moan and cry about it, I’ve been doing it this way for well over 30 years, so I don’t even feel it anymore. But these are the sacrifices we make for good health. For 30 years I haven’t had to go on the insulin shots like my parents. I still take a combo of metformin and another product, and my GP is happy with my A1C, so why change.

But with everything there are side effects and lasting damage. For one I have the liver of a longtime drunk, even though I was never a heavy drinker. On top of that my body bears the scars of other diabetic side effects such as neuropathy, retinopathy, and other organ damage. The point is don’t give up. For me there were moments in my life that I did give up, and I bare the scars for it. Poor choices are just that, poor choices. Don’t let a funky little mole turn into melanoma or cop the attitude of my dear granny by saying, “We all got to die from something”. Pay attention to what your bodies saying and take care of yourself.

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