002 - 2000 TINY PRICKS PER YEAR

001 - RITUAL SACRIFICE

...being diabetic.

About 100 days ago, I was sitting in the CCU with three or four tubes going into me - one for the IV, one for the insulin drip, one for the potassium injections, and one (possibly) for blood withdrawls. My blood sugar had been hover ing in the low-to-mid 300s - I was admitted with a 390 level, give or take, which isn't bad for most true Type 2 Diabetics. Most of us have seen "HI" on our meter, which is over 600 and stroke or system failure level more than 12 dozen times (that's a lot).

Still, being wired up and in the Critical Care Unit gives you outlook and insight - and a fear of God and thirst for life like no other thing. Every day - a gift. Still, people think I'm angry - and I am. I was angry before I was admitted, and I'm angry even now.Those who are able bodied with decent vision and good health (cancer-free, diabetes-free, arthritis-free, AIDS-free, and five working senses) are blessed - and bitch about the stupidestt of things.

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So, I now am attempting the "Okra Water" experiment. It's no big deal. When I first pulled these okra out of the water, I feared the worst. It reminded me immediately of the scene where the Alien leans over Ripley and drools on her. Yes, not too pleasant.

But, after I got those okra babies out of the water, I I took my first sip. It reminded me of cucumber water. I continued drinking and the taste and texture remained the same. Even with my last sull gulp and holding the cup upside down over my mouth, there was nothing but cucumber water.

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Hope abounds among those around me: my mom, my sister, my girlfriend,  my coworkers and friends - especially on facebook. However,  I'm not a gambler. I believe in long-term results, n ot quick wins - so we'll see what hapens.