Well today is the year anniversary of my getting my diagnosis of type 2 diabetes. The disease runs in my family so I knew it would get me eventually. At my first test I had a blood sugar level of 14 after a 16 hr fast. NOT GOOD. Normal blood sugar is around a 7 after a meal. I clearly needed help.
With medication, a total ban on soda, dragging out my sweets and carbohydrates like chips and I have lowered that to 4.5. according to my most recent test result from last week.
I have lost 36 pounds and now sit at 299 lbs. I am a big fat cuddly polar bear.
Clearly my Doc was very happy with me. I don't think many people he sees actually get better but get worse. I could tell he wanted to hug me several times but held back.
Doctor 'I hate tomatoes' asked me if I would be interested in looking into LAP BAND surgery since our town has a superior team and program for such an operation to be performed. They just need excellent candidates for these early rounds of surgeries and I seem to meet 9/10 categories to be accepted.
I think they just want molest me and drain all my tiger blood while I am under the gas.
I have to do a lot of research first and talk to the 'team of professionals' I will have working with me. As I think of it now I might just take a chance with the next rounds of surgeries that start in April.
I have no ideas if this is going to be a good or a bad thing for me to do so after more research I will be able to redefine my thoughts and opinions.
Who knows. A year from now I might just be good looking enough to find someone to love me. Minor surgery is worth having if I can get close to some affection.
I would love a girlfriend and have all the stresses that come with that. If I don't make that happen after a year I might just flip the switch and go gay because then, if anything, my wardrobe will DOUBLE if he is my size.
But my REAL dream is for me to have the life of my girl Kyna. Her husband is an old one lunged guy who scooped up an excellent, funny, sweet, beautiful and sarcastic redheaded cutie who is also a local girl = born and bred in my backyard.. I don't think I can settle for anything less that someone without so much LIFE to them.
Cal's Canadian Cave of Coolness
I forever stand vigilant to protect this planet from the myriad of forces that are always against us. Be it the octopus, zombies, aliens or the robots my team of human agents, and our feline allies, circle the globe in a never ending struggle for human freedom.
I learn all I can on every subject that interests me. I especially enjoy ancient history because in the past there are valuable lessons to be found. Also, if I ever get my time machine to work properly, it would be good to know a bit about possible destinations and what to expect when I get there.
I greatly appreciate beautiful design. Be it manufactured or found naturally I am fascinated by the process of invention. I am attracted to the unique, the strange, the haunted. I like to share what I find on this blog.
And not let us forget the 'Cephalopod Menace' who, if allowed to, would wrap their tentacles around all that is good and pure in this life and crush it until it remained no more. They are creatures of pure spite. Hate is all they know. Death is all they do. They are our most ruthless and determined enemy.
So we fight. Selena has the celebrity contacts, the cat is ruthless and without pity, Roosevelt's ghost has the experience and I do the wetwork.
Fighting for the future of the planet doesn't have to be a chore, however. We can take the time to appreciate all that is cool in this world even as we cut the octopus into bite sized chunks.
This is the reason there has always been and must forever be, a Cave of Cool. Be sure to wipe your feet before you enter.