Ok folks. Time for an update. I just happoened to notice the last time I was here was August. AUGUST? Where did the time go? Let’s see…hmmm. Well in the last several weeks I have had corrective surgery for a male problem, have seen my creatinien, BUN, and other numbers go up and down like a roller coaster, consulted with a nephrologist, met a NEW primary care doctor (who, thanks to my previous PCP, got a head start on my history without me having to start from the beginning), had an episode of a BAD floater develop in my right eye and had another laser treatment, and be told I may need surgery for my right eye because the original laser treatments may not have worked. Plus, deal with still being on disability, being let go from my job because my LOA extended beyond what it would allow, deal with all of the financial, emotional, and personal issues related thereto, renew my commission as a notary public, and start taking a class in how to do taxes.
Busy? I guess so. 
A friend of mine commented recently on Facebook that I have been through the ringer. I beg to differ. The ringer is too small. I think it’s been more I have had a steamroller disrupt my life. So how am I getting through? To be perfectly honest I don’t know. I must have a guardian angel somewhere, for those who believe. I have relied on friends for support, which I am eternmally grateful. I just as they say “muddle through.” (Ok I had to get ONE Christmas line in and I know it isn’t Halloween yet…yes those ARE Christmas gifts in your stores next to the Halloween candy.)
It is ironic that on World Diabetes Day, November 14, I will be in with my nephrologist. Diabetes on diabetes day? Yeah! But on a serious note, my kidneys are acting up, After 22 yeats of living with this disease, I guess my bidy is telling me “hey you I am taking control here.” Um, not so fast. My saving grace in living with all of the diseases and problems I have is the time I am living in. I keep hearing that from a number of medical professionals and former co-workers. It is true, diabetes in the time of today is much different than in the time of my parents; and we;re not talking that much time in the grand scheme of things, maybe a generation and a half perhaps?
So for those of you who read this, now you know what I have been up to because you keep asking. And I amhappoy to tell you - when the brain allows me to. For others, let this just be a note to know that we PWDs (people with diabetes) do care about one another. We’ll offer advice in our own way, with - of course - the standard disclaimer that your doctors and medical team are the true professionals when it comes to this disease. But we’re all here for you. And I know everyone is pulling for me in some selfish way that I get through this LONG LONG LONG battle.