I wonder if you could get a refresher session of HBO maybe once or twice a month, if that would keep the healthy heft.
In any case, the bones poked through and had to be carved back. A local anesthetic. Virtually no pain afterward for me. A culture showed another staph infection. 10 days of antibiotics seemed to take care of the infection.
Started wearing the sandal again with a heavy red sock...it's almost winter. One passerby called it my Christmas sock.
The infectious disease doctor said there was no sign of infection yesterday -- encouraging.
My blood sugar has been pretty good, though last week I jumped off the wagon and dove into the workplace candy and cookies. Once I start, Katy bar the door, there's no stopping me.
He suggested a new technique that intrigues me. When the temptations are about, shout, shout, SHOUT:
Don't eat the candy.
I'm gonna try it.
Hope the stitches can come out on Monday so I can steadily go to Wisconsin for Christmas.
Photos: December roses
A late update. I tried this at work when one person was "teasing" me by offering a plate of chocolate. I shouted "DON'T EAT THE CANDY!" so loud that my throat hurt. He thought it was funny. A few minutes later he offered the sweets again. Again I shouted "DON'T EAT THE CANDY!" He still thought it was funny. In the public hallway (outside 8 offices) he mentioned something about the chocolate again and I started to yell "DON'T EAT..." He shushed me and I too thought it was a good idea not to yell in the hallway. That night I thought: I won't ever do that again. I've done it and I won't do that again. It's been done.
ReplyDeleteIn the intervening time I have come to see that this person is someone who is not on my side for my best health. Not everybody has to be. This person has many other good qualities. He's just weird where it comes to offering candy to diabetics. It's my job to run my own life -- including managing my own health as much as I can.