noremacg ([info]noremacg) wrote,

The Life update

Kenny Rogers once wrote the song "The Gambler" or at least he is attributed with writing it, though someone else might have. The point is, that the chorus of the song speaks true to the events in my life, and unbeknownst to me, they would hit home. You see since my last post here a lot of things have happened in my life and no I am not talking about Christmas, though that will play into this sordid tale.


You gotta know when to hold them.....


So I'm gonna lay it all out on the line here. I was diagnosed with diabetes (Dec. 13/2006). There I've said it, and I must say that it doesn't hurt to admit it like it once did. Not even in the prime of my life, and here I get a disease that can cause insurmountable damage to the rest of my body.


Know when to fold'em...


So after spending a good 5 days in the hospital I was released just in time to do a quick clean-up of the apartment, pack my bags and off to my sister's I flew to have Christmas, with a flustered and worrying mother, a health nut of a father who finally couldn't wait to add that my Diabetes was probably in part due to the burden my body had carrying all the extra weight around. My sister and her husband James who asked question after question after question about Diabetes. And my niece Lillian, who turned 11 months the day I arrived, and instantly fell in love with unke cam (that's me!) My rooomate left me a note complaining that i left the basement light on again. GRRRRRR!


Know when to walk away...


So here I am in Guelph, Ontario with my family, and the dog. Parents wanting to know every 4 hours what my blood sugar levels were, and sisters trying to get me to go for walks with the dog. The whole time, I'm like guys you can't really offer me any new information on Diabetes so lets cool it. But the worst part of the whole vacation was when
Mom brought out the christmas baking. Mincemeat tarts, light and dark fruitcake, peach gingerbread upside down cake, ice cream, tapioca pudding, all goods laced with sugar.....drenched in it. I confessed I tried having dessert twice, once my sugars skyrocketed the second time, I hade less but i did get a mincemeat tart for the season.


Know when to run.....


And here I am in a maelstrom of concern and worry and I vow not to let the bad happen. AFter jumping on the scales at Janet's and realizing that the doctors were conservative with the 12-14 lbs of wieght lost, it's actually more like 20-24 lbs, I'm gonna lose more weight and manage my diabetes. Sides if I don't I'll just have more and more health complications until it'll be real serious.


You never count your money, sitting at the table


So unto Christmas. This year was different to say the least, and a little more subdued, probably due to my diagnosis, meh! Anyway for Christmas, I too got a George Foreman Grill, a new suitcase, a partial funding offer to go to Peru (if i continue to lose weight and manage diabetes....suckers!) and (insert fanfare) a key to the new Goodfellow cottage in Point Aux Carr, NB. YAY!


There'll be time enough for counting, when the dealins done.


So there you have it. That's my update since the last time I was on. Lengthy I know. But oh well. I'm back in the city of Saskatoon if anyone wants to hangout or chat.


You gotta know when to hold'em, know when to fold'em
Know when to walk away, know when to run
You never count your money, while you're sitting at the table
There'll be time enough for counting, when the dealins done.



Cameron

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[info]ashesmuse

December 29 2006, 02:09:59 UTC 5 years ago

*hugz*
if you want to rant about overhelpful family, or anything, I'm up for starbucks and walkies (of the human variety)

and YES DAMNIT, you can have starbucks.

[info]opaqueplanet

December 29 2006, 06:04:21 UTC 5 years ago

You can tell your dad Type 1 is genetic, and neither weight nor diet really have any affect on whether you get it, the bastard. Tell him to do some fucking research before he guilt-trips you about something you're already really sensitive about. Tell him it's probably from his side of the family, so it's his fault, the asshole. Christ that makes me mad.

I'm in town tomorrow. Want to get together in the early afternoon? One-ish? Starbucks, sucralose-pie? Aspar'? We'll find you some delicious drink that is sugarfree, even if I have to buy you one of every sugarfree drink in the joint. *determined glare*

Call me on my cell any time after 12 if you want to get together. Yes! I have a cell phone! I got one for Christmas. My number is two-six-oh, four-tutu-six.
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