I have a wife who is going to school full time, a child in the first grade, a child still in diapers, a cat who is always starving to death, and two frogs that are easily forgotten. When I started this blog, it was right after I earned my master’s degree and right before Beth started school. I thought I would have free time to keep the world updated on what it is like to be father/husband with diabetes. Plus, I wanted to be able to get some humor out this disease, as there is not a whole lot of humor in diabetes, with the remarks of my lazy pancreas. No applause necessary. I have since discovered that free time is not a luxury I have. I need to get a schedule going because there is so much to say and so little time to type it out in the little text editor. I could help. Really? Really. Good. Produce some insulin.
And it is not like my diabetes stopped and I have had nothing to say. Oh no. My pancreas is still just as worthless as a screen door on a submarine. The problem is that my daily routine is go to work, come home, watch kids, and sleep. That really is it. In between those events, I try to remember to do things like eat, check my blood sugar, take insulin, use the restroom. Usually, I forget to each lunch, I’m doing the pee-pee dance before I remember to go the restroom, I can smell my blood sugar before I remember to take my insulin, and I can feel the earth spinning before I remember to check my blood sugar. By the time I get to typing in the blog, I am half asleep and taking a little extra insulin because my blood sugar should not be 180, but I couldn’t resist the ice cream sandwich. The ice cream sandwich? I quit because you resist food. I had to be a mathlete just to produce the appropriate amount of insulin.
Tonight, we went to Old Country Buffet. The words “all you can eat” are like music to my ears. I am 100% prepared to stay up all night adjusting my blood sugar to enjoy eating as much as I want of many different dishes. That’s what I am doing tonight. I ate french fries, tacos, fried fish, fried chicken, ice cream, mashed potatoes, corn, corn dogs, steak, cookies, and cheese cake. That should be a couple of units of Novalog. Eesh. I can’t help it. Food loves me. I just wish I had a pancreas to accommodate my desire to eat food. If Wal-Mart ever has a sale on pancreases, I am totally getting a new one. What? No sentimental value? None.
Well, I do believe that is the end of tonight’s rant. Hopefully, I will remember to rant more often. Fingers crossed.