A couple of hospital things

Aug 09, 2012 18:33



I am not diabetic

After many tests in the hospital, I learned that my A1C is 5.3. According to WebMD
For people without diabetes, the normal range for the hemoglobin A1c test is between 4% and 5.6%

This may not seem like a huge cause for celebration But it's at least  a pleasant surprise. I am an old fat man with an ulcer on his leg. All the smart money said I was a diabetic.

I don't know why I'm not a diabetic. It might be because I quit drinking 10 years ago. It might be because Diet Coke is my soft drink of choice. I guess I just need to keep doing what I'm doing plus (maybe minus?) a few other things to keep this coveted status..

I feel that, as an uberlikely candidate for diabetes who is NOT diabetic,I am almost a bizarro world version who eat what ever they want but still (in spite of all the predictive science) are not fat. In fact, I know a couple of people like that who also happen to have high blood sugar.

The universe is indeed a just place. I just have to make sure I don't get complacent. That is not to say I won't get cocky. I mean, what the hell is the point of healthy blood sugar if you can't be cocky about it? Especially to the skinny gluttons with satanic metabolisms :)


Elle is an angel

Elle was a good friend throughout this. She visited me and brought me some books and pens and paper for doodling so I wouldn't go completely stir-crazy.

She also agreed to take me home after I was released. Since the shirt I came in with had been destroyed by the EMT's, I asked her to pick me up another one from Target.

She arrived with a shirt and a change of underwear on my release day. I offered her some money for the clothes and she refused.

I never expected her to buy me these things for me with her own money. I think she knew that, but just wanted to give me something.

This might seem like a very small point to praise someone. But she had every reason in the world to expect payment. Refusing it went beyond the requirements of friendship or charity. And she still gave me a ride home.

She is swell.

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