Time Buffers… It Does Not Heal All Wounds

Four years ago this morning, my dad called me at around 8:00 a.m.  He knew I generally slept until noon (up all night), so I knew it was something different and serious before I answered the phone.  He told me he couldn’t walk right, and asked if I could come to the house and seeContinue reading “Time Buffers… It Does Not Heal All Wounds”

Blood Sugar Dump And Falling Into Walls

I didn’t feel that great yesterday.  Nothing specific, just a headache (which isn’t unusual for me at all), some queasiness, and just not feeling right.  So, I limited what I ate to jello, mashed potatoes, and other bland foods that provided some carbs to deal with the basal insulin dose I take twice a day.Continue reading “Blood Sugar Dump And Falling Into Walls”

September 11, 2001

My dad called me around 8:00 a.m. Central Daylight Savings Time to ask me if I had the TV on. “You won’t believe what they have done”.  They. THEY?. They… I was 5 days post-op from having scalp surgery and vein stripping on one leg, and was still a little out of sorts from theContinue reading “September 11, 2001”