That’s what it might take for me to actually make my blood sugar go own when I want it to for once.
But I musn’t be hasty and leap to conclusions as I am prone to do. It’s possible that insulin just takes a while to kick in. The fact that an hour later I haven’t seen any definitive effect when I inject 60 fairy farts of insulin may mean nothing.
I mean, I got down to a healthy level somehow.
Plus I had not been taking my Ozempic (or Semaglutide, as its mom calls it) lately, and its whole deal is that it enhances the effect of insulin so you don’t have to take as much.
I decided to fix that today after my blood sugar went to 11.4 mmol/L (such a cool measurement) and then decided to stay there for a while.
That’s technically a healthy level, at least according to my reader. I was taught that healthy started at 10 and below for us fatty diabetics but perhaps there has been an update to the science since way back then.
But I want my levels below 10, dammit.
Just tried to find out what the internet thinks the healthy level should be for a type 2 diabetic but my Google fu was too weak and all I got was what the healthy level for a normal person is and where the diagnosis for diabetes begins.
I was diagnosed almost 20 years ago. I want to know what it should be now.
I just do not have the patience for research. Just tell me god damn it!
Best I got was a chart that said healthy levels started at 100 mg/dL[1], which translates to 5.3 in the sort of units decent people use.
That’s way too low. So I am back to square one on that. However…
Where the heart is
I finally got some action from Doctor Ebtia’s office.
I called them a little while ago asking if they had heard about my operation and I was lucky enough to get the other, far more competent and trustworthy receptionist because she called the surgeon Doctor Bui’s office directly and they got back to her and said I will get a call from Doctor Bui’s office some time next week.
Fantastic. Finally, there is motion on the heart surgery front. I might actually get my ticker fixed before it blows up and kills me after all.
And I’d call that a win.
And now, if Doctor Bui’s office does not call me next week, it will be them I call up and bug, not her, so it’s a win for the secretary too.
I am quite proud of myself for taking action to get things moving. Yay me taking an active role in my health and my life instead of just floating along.
Feels good. Feels damned good. I can totally be the spark plug when things need to be reignited to get things going. I am completely fine with that role.
Beats the hell out of waiting around for someone else to do it.
More after the break.
Defeating the local champion(s)
It doesn’t win you friends.
What everyone wants is for the home team to defeat the threatening outsiders of the visiting team and thus establish that Here is better than Elsewhere and, by extension, they themselves are better than the vast mass of humanity and everyone gets their identities reinforced without having to do anything themselves.
Note that there’s opposite, equivalent phrase to “hometown heroes”. In sports films, the heroes are always from wherever the film starts them off and in the big final decisive game our heroes are always, always the home team.
So no matter what the circumstances, even if that local champion deliberately provoked the confrontation to the point of leaving you little choice in the matter. if you defeat them in whatever their arena is – whether it’s sports trivia or brutal combat or whatever – the locals will hate you for it.
If they are fair minded people and you won fair and square, they will grudgingly admit it, but they will still hate your guts for making the outside world threatening again and bringing disgrace to someone they like or at least admire when to them, you are a person of no standing or worth because you’re unknown.
Worse than that, though, is if you defeat them soundly. Just utterly crush them. Like they were nothing. Then you not only make them feel inferior and disgrace an admired member of the community, you don’t even leave them with the dignity of a worthy opponent who went down in defeat.
And worse than that, you demonstrate great power beyond their normal understanding and that’s about as scary and threatening as it can get. You have shaken the very foundations of their world and they will never be the same again.
Nobody is going to congratulate you for that.
And even worse than that is if you crush that local champion with so little effort that you don’t even seem to know you’ve done it. You didn’t even acknowledge their champion as a valid opponent nor did you at least do them the honor of standing over their metaphorical corpse and howling in victory.
Instead, your clueless ass is still smiling and trying to make friends and wondering why everybody is glaring pure animal hate at you now. The kind of hate that a sheep has for a wolf or a fly for a spider.
Welcome to my world. I have been that person many, many times, always in the realm of the verbal and intellectual. Someone would feel the intense smartness rays I apparently emanate and feel the need to challenge me and I would thoughtlessly (and innocently) crush them in self-defense without even knowing it and now everyone hates my guts and I have no idea why.
it’s not fair. I didn’t ask to be challenged. I didn’t know how my power would come across to others. I was just innocently defending myself.
But it’s very human, and I completely understand it. From their point of view, I am beyond a mere villain and more like a cosmic threat.
No wonder they hate me.
I might hate me too in their position.
Because I just wrecked their world.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.
P, S, – Had finished writing the above and went looking for a YouTube video to listen to when this video showed up in my YouTube feed :
[[1] That’s the units the Americans use, believe it or not. Because America has to do everything its own way even when its own way is stupid. Put THAT on the flag. [[1]]