Okay I am now diabetic. A well meaning, but out of control relative killed the days of chips and Popeyes chicken by screaming to take multiple tests. The condition can be controlled with a bland diet and excercize. I can live miserably on that diet another 30 years. Hopefully, rather than endure life without taste I get hit by a moving vehicle or done in by a deranged junkie.
My lifestyle in some respects wasn't terrible. I despise alcohol and hate being pressured to have one. Now I can refuse firmly. I never smoked at all. I never touched or went near any illegal drugs.
Okay, I got a bad break and in time it will kill me. Most of those people who lose limbs do so from being stupid. As I despise alcohol and hate tobacco the most likely avenues for limb loss are not likely. Now I get to say no to all those people who insist I drink. Sorry, if I get kill myself better I do so with a few pieces of Popeyes than idiotic alcohol.
I saw many scary things at the hospital. Looking at heroin and pain killer addiction up close is an eye opener. Young kids strung out so bad they can't feed themselves. People with pain issues that require mind blowing doses of prescription drugs. I want to talk about the latter.
This is a real tragedy, because it turns wonderful people into a handful. My second room mate was a delightful person
With a real issue. When the pain talks, he is difficult. It is a tragedy that some injuries can cause so much pain it comes to this. It is important to understand, this still is a great person with a much greater burden than mine.
I wasn't a bad patient other than loud snoring. The staff of the hospital said they enjoyed the comedy and my personable manner. What idiot walks around in a bed sheet at 2am as Mr Philosophy. It allowed a person in pain to laugh and brought a smile to workers having a rough day.
At first I was mortified that I offended a genuine hero and good man. I was relieved to know the only issue was my snoring. Had I been placed on my side minimal issue. I was blessed to spend as much time with a genuine hero and world class guy as I did. He makes you think differently. I am slightly involved with a company that sells indestructible shirts. Throw an iced tea at it and it kicks the stain back. I wouldn't dream of wearing one, but he asked me why. I had no answer and he was right. Why shouldn't I wear one. We had a conversation about flash vs subtle. It is the old Carlo Gambino vs John Gotti manly issue. Carlo dressed and lived modestly as to avoid attention. John Gotti was a brash clothes horse. The shire may be more expensive, but they are not brash. As usual he
was correct. He is a briliant man who is steps ahead of most. Can't say how lucky I was to spend time and pick up some wisdom. On another level he appreciated my humor and was there when I got the news about diabetes. His message was you can do this and it meant a lot. He is everything I wish I were but am not. I am a world class officer, cited for my dedication, intelligence and wit. Yet I miss the poise that this man has in abundance. Poise is a wonderful thing and if I had it, I would go far.
I get back to the horrors of pain. Diabetes is bad, okay some day it will kill me. However, it isn't such a bad break
in the greater picture. Okay, I get to eat a specialized diet and a lifetime of pills. I can now be open and out of the closet about my disdain for alcohol. It's okay for you but please don't push items I hate on me. My condition will not make me difficult for others. I will not suffer anything other than boring food, but I am still me.