"So perhaps, a 7 for you is normal pre-meal level."
Well, I'm still too ignorant to know better, as far as the docs are concerned, but I feel better so I think I'm on the right track. Like everyone here, I'm sure, there's a lot more going on behind the scenes than what appears in type.
My Dad raised me like a Viking. Vikings (like me) used to (way back in June of 2008) eat a couple of eggs, a stack 'o pancakes, a slab 'o ham, 16 oz. of milk and a cuppa coffee for Sunday breakfast. Unfortunately, it took Dad a heart attack, a stroke and a side of diabetes to realise that us modern Vikings don't do as much running around as the guys from the old country used to. Dad's still around ... 79 in a couple of months ... Mom too ... 81 this year and darn near beat me in a round of golf last week ... Vikings and Vikingettes are tough stock ... you should meet my little sister ... when she yells, bark falls off trees!)
Editor's Note: A story that made my doc laugh out loud (no easy thing to do):
I told him about
my Dad's Dad (a blacksmith); sometime around 1930, his doctor told him he was diabetic.
"What does that mean?", he asked.
"Well, that means you can't use sugar.", the doc replied.
He went home, threw out all the sugar in the house and ate nothing but farm-fresh honey as a sweetener for the rest of his life. Smoked like a chimney, drank rye whiskey, yelled at the TV when the soccer match reception was poor and made it to 69 with no meds or treatments. Of course there was the daily walk to the shop where he lifted steel, iron and horses for a living so I guess that says a bunch about
A fellow diabetic & good friend once told me:
"When you're born, you're given a piece of string that's just so long and when you get to the end of the string, that's it. If you work at it once in a while, you can make the string a little longer but if you spend all your time thinking about
the string, you'll miss a lot of things. That's what makes life interesting."
I like this outlook. I find that the more time I spend worrying about
numbers and doctors (I absolutely know that my doc is not typing a message on a forum about
me right now ... no, I'm not psychic), the more my stomach hurts and the more I eat and the more the numbers go up ..............
... so right now, I'm just trying to put things in perspective.
Thanks to the Dianes, Lanies and everyone else around here, I think that's going to be easy to do
Oh yeah; one other thing ... you've got to have a sense of humor! A 4 foot 2 x 4 with spikes on the end of it will also do the job ... but there's usually a lot more paperwork associated with that solution
P.S. Is there a limit to the amount of talking allowed here? Once I get started, I'm hard to stop.
NO! Really?!? yup