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I have decided to go back to regular Coca~Cola. The stuff I have been drinking has brought diabetes under control. But my throat is always terribly dry and the caffeine alone is not enough to enervate me the little extra bit regular soda can. Poison, of course, but it seems anything that helps has some risk or other. Besides, I realize that since they cannot find a medicine or regimen that can control my high blood pressure, diabetes really does not matter. Would you deny a man with a hole in his liver extra morphine ostensibly for his health while he bleeds out? As well, sugar is a little pleasure. I see no reason not to simply enjoy my life a bit since the medical establishment has essentially simply sent me home to die. Oh, they cover themselves by offering medication that either does not work or which I cannot seem to take. In essence, they have washed their hands of me.
The tire did need inflation, looks can be quite deceiving. Being that I looked at night, even with a good flashlight, means little. If I can keep it going, I will take the car in and have someone check the tire today. I would also like to make it to the butcher shop. I stopped for a few groceries tonight, to include soda and milk. Meats, however, remain on the list. My computer seems to have repaired itself. The secondary hard drive is now functioning, though my game is not available as they are doing work on the servers. Go figure there. I cannot take my machine in to be fixed without the problem being present. Oh well. I still think some one is tinkering with my machine.
With the dishes being done, I am avoiding cooking for a bit. With the rice and beans, meat I will be buying soon, and clean storage bowls, I should be able to stretch my cooking out. And with travel due to this and that, eating out a bit more seems to be less of a stretch. If I can keep the dishes to a minimum, perhaps I can get to other parts of the house. As I said, before I leave for Iowa I would greatly appreciate having my home clean and tidy. To have a welcome place to return with my Mom, only needing to stock a few groceries and rest a bit after the drive back, would make life much simpler.
No, I have not given up. I am simply self medicating with the only thing that seems to offer some small measure of added function. I am dying anyway. Milk, meat, sugar, and caffeine, it is what I have left of life to enjoy. I do, however, now need to be seriously looking for a shelter I can be sure will place Sam and Sassy. And, I need to become a little more social so as to find someone who can check on me when my health goes into serious decline. It, at this point, is just the business of closing up shop in as reasonable a manner as I can. Soda, real soda, will help with that.
Good day.
Here is wisdom--artificial sweeteners (both aspartame and sucralose) are just as bad for a diabetic as is sugar, but in the opposite direction. If you can limit yourself to a couple cans a day you're probably better off with the sugar.
ReplyDeleteThen there is this: aspartame breaks down over time, and one of the breakdown products is formaldehyde (!!) Sucralose is basically a sugar molecule with the hydrogen atoms stripped off and replaced with chlorine atoms. You are drinking a chlorinated hydrocarbon--the same class of chemicals that includes pesticides, herbicides and a plethora of toxic industrial chemicals.
Plain ol' sugar doesn't seem so bad in comparison...
RE your computer, I promise it isn't me! ;P Though reading you long enough I get paranoid about my own, particularly when GoToMyPC shows a session in progress when it is most definitely *NOT* me connected (!!) That too and someone stole my credit card number somehow and made a purchase that my bank thankfully caught and called me about. We shut down the card and I'm now waiting for a new one.
Do you check your blood sugar? Any meds for it, or insulin? I mentioned that one of my cats is diabetic and is now on insulin. I thought it would be a bigger hassle, but really is not too big a deal.
Don't be talking about closing up shop. You're tougher than that or you would have been dead years ago.
Yeah, living itself is the only sure way to die, if we put everything into a brief statement. It's TWU!
ReplyDeleteStill, I had been trying to follow "medical advice". It just goes to show what medical advice is worth, for the most part. Medical advice is more akin to mother's neurosis than any kind of a practical mind and body guide. Being contradictory and full of holes, it is just as likely to kill you as anything you could stumble into. Especially when you look back, after decades of a new medicines use, how many of them end up causing huge problems.
Oh, actually, I do not suspect you. I may or may not have discussed who I suspect. There are a couple of people from my past who have either had access or suggested a web site I am pretty sure was a hack connect (after the fact, of course).
No, I am not truly closing up shop. What I do know is, according to doctors and given the data, I am not only going to die shortly but I should already be dead. I am living on borrowed time. As for me, I have been on borrowed time for so long, I am used to living not just on the edge but walking on air fifty feet out from the edge. I'm dancing on air.
I am not sure if I am pointing out the absurdity or simply dancing on my grave cause I'm already technically in it. That part you should take with a huge jug'o laughter, a grain of salt, and a sour candy that hurts your dimples to smile but makes you smile anyway. Yeah, right in there.