To the tune of :
I wonder if Leonard Cohen would have been as famous if he’d had a high, thin, reedy voice instead of that awesome gravely rumble.
Anyhow. Progress at last on the cardiac front. Got a call from my surgeon Doctor Bui’s office a little while back. Got an appointment to see him or her at 9 am on Friday at good old St. Paul’s hospital.
FINALLY, for frick’s sake. Sad that I had to repeatedly remind the system I existed and even then I had to luck out and get the receptionist that actually gives a shit and does her job instead of the lazy lying bitch I had been getting before.
But at least it’s finally on track to actually happening. I suppose it’s possible that doctor Bui, like Doctor Soong before him, will have a nice chat with me then hand me off to yet another surgeon and then nothing will happen.
But I hope the system now grasps that I am willing to be a pain in the ass until I get what I want (not dying) and that therefore the path of least resistance is to do their goddamned jobs and fix my freaking heart.
Now I can finally resume fretting about having my sternum cracked like a Christmas walnut and my heart rewired and restarted to avoid the blocked vessels like we’re dodging a traffic jam.
I have a lot of fretting to do before I can be calm about the operation.
So I had better get right on it.
Finished the Brotherhood of Steel plotline in Fallout 76 and that was the last major plotline except for the (spoiler) big heist and nuking something.
So now I am doing something I almost never do : random exploration. I am just wandering the Appalachian Wasteland in search of plotlines.
I am not eager to get to the big heist because I tried it once before and holy shit was it hard. Legions of enemies attacking all at once. Chaos and cacophony as the enemies and my companions do battle.
And my companions are freaking useless. They get knocked out of the fight pretty much instantly and then it’s just me and a million Mole Miners.
I will go back eventually. But I will go back in my best Power Armor and weighted down with heavy weapons and ammunition.
If I have to be a one man army, I am going to act like one.
The nuke thing is a pain because it involves tracking down eight pieces of launch code from eight different carriers and then somehow decoding the pieces.
So I really hope I find some more quest studded plotlines somewhere.
I don’t want to return to the Before Times!
The Beaverton totally nails the recent election.
God, I love those people. They were wildly inconsistent and struck a very odd tone at first, but they clearly have it down now.
I wonder if they are hiring….
This is genius.
How low can you go?
Too low, apparently.
The other day I was shocked to find that my blood sugar was too low.
I was hypoglycemic when normally I am hyperglycemic. (Dang those Greeks for making those sound so much alike. )
My reading was 3.4 mmol/L and healthy for a normal person starts at 4. Healthy for a diabetic like me starts at like 6.
Luckily. I had this macadamia and white chocolate chip cookie I stupidly got from 7-11 a couple of weeks ago that had been sitting on my desk ever since.
So I ate it. Apart from being dried out, it was suspiciously well preserved. Not a trace of mold or bacteria or any other form of rot.
Like it laughs at our puny Earth pathogens that only work on things made by nature.
Anyhow, it was dry but still yummy. Damn I love whatever they put in those that makes them taste sort of like toasted marshmallow.
Possibly actual toasted marshmallow. But… not as WE know it, Captain.
And within half an hour my blood sugar was 4.5 and climbing. Phew!
Still, it scared me. As patient readers know, both high blood sugar and low blood sugar can kill you, but low blood sugar can do it a hell of a lot faster.
And I had no symptoms, although that might have been because I wasn’t fully awake yet. I had no chills, no trembling, no sweating, no feeling of death pissing on my grave.
I apologize for that image but I refuse to retract it.
So clearly hypoglycemic peril is in the cards for me now. I can no longer assume that I only have to worry about my blood glucose levels being too high.
And that’s some scary shit, man. Low blood sugar could cause me to slip into a coma or even die. and that seems like a particularly horrible way to go given how bad I have felt during LBSIs (low blood sugar incidents) before.
I’m just lucky that I have this emergency mode that clicks in during times of crisis where I am very calm and can carefully and methodically do what is needed to get my ass out of the danger I am in.
I think I got that from my Dad. He was very cool in a crisis.
And a hotheaded prick the rest of the time, god damn it.
Hopefully this LBSI was anomalous and not a sign of things to come. One of my worst fears is becoming what is known as a “brittle” diabetic whose blood sugar levels swing wildly all over the places at the slightest prompting.
Because those people tend not to live long. Not without full time hospitalization and even then, they might not fix it in time.
Figures the universe would find a way to make my recent lower blood sugar levels into a bad thing.
At least I am forewarned. From now on, I have to look both way when crossing my bloodstream, so to speak.
And just to be on the safe side, I got another cookie.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.