Sunday Morning, Going Up

 

by Pa Rock

Bad Example

I've been on the needle (insulin) for over thirty years, having been diagnosed as diabetic (Type 2) in my early forties and quickly progressing through all of the pill stages of treatment.  I am so good at being diabetic that I now have a specialist (an endocrinologist) who manages my treatment for it, a monitor on my arm that constantly checks my blood sugar level,  and I take three types of shot treatments to manage the condition - one three times a day, one late every evening at bedtime, and one on a weekly basis.   It is the one that I take three times a day that is the anchor in the treatment, the mainstay.

It is a well known fact of life that the older you get the stupider you get.  So, although I have never, ever, run out of my primary insulin in the more than thirty years that I have been injecting myself, this morning I awoke to find that I was out of Novolog, my mainstay insulin.    Of course it was six in the morning which meant none of the pharmacies in my little town would be open, and of course it was Sunday, which meant that they would not open at all today.

Stupid , , , see, I told you.

I've checked my blood sugar levels three times today, and, not surprisingly, they are going jup,  157 to 169 to (after a small breakfast) 241.  I'll drink a couple of bottles of water and that will bring it down some.

There is a pharmacy located fifty miles away that will open at 10:00 a.m.  It is part of a national chain with which I was a customer two years ago, so I might still be in their computer.  But I am not sure I want to put that much effort into staying around for just a few more years.    I could just ignore the entire situation and hope for the best - and in case that craps out, leave behind a note donating my body to  RFK, Jr's, roadkill freezer and wind up as hawk poop launched from 2,500 feet and splattering into fertilizer as it crashes onto the cold, hard ground below - finally accomplishing something of general benefit to mankind.

(Last Thursday I finished the magnum opus on which I have been (sometimes) diligently typing since the home confinement days of the pandemic, so all I have left to do is pack up a few things for the yard sale that the kids will have, and let the hawks have the leftovers.)

Or, I could wait until a local walk-in clinic opens at 1:00 p.m., or there is always the local hospital's emergency room - both of those places know me.   You regularly make all kinds of new friends when you're old and stupid!

It's a good thing I am retired, or else I wouldn't have time for all this (stupid) nonsense!