A Good News Bare in Postcards 4

On Shelter Island.

In the midst of all the world’s chaos and negativity, there’s a little good news from here.

All week, I have been having horrible nightmares about today’s doctor visit. You know the thinking…my blood sugar would still be high, I’d have to go on insulin, and I would have progressed to being a diabetic. More of.....no matter what I did I would still be pre-diabetic. Last night’s dreams were particularly bad ones.

This morning, I had to meditate a bit in the office to get my blood pressure down. “Your blood pressure is really good,” she told me.

Unfortunately, I missed the bit about going in three days early for all my lab work. With the great weight loss I’ve had, my blood sugar should be good too, she said. Results will be here in three days. Keep going as you are. Then she jabbed me with a pneumonia booster and told me to come back in six months.

Perhaps my thinking has been liberated too.

• Himself: Took me to the doc. Said good bye to the doc…he’s moving to Kaiser and saving a lot every month. He’s going to miss our doc. Now he is working very hard at his own job.
• Herself: I’m very nonfunctional before coffee, so I took it with me today. Yogurt too. Put on a pair of good tan pants, and they are a foot wide on each side. Boy do I look funny. I need to try my pants on today. Cut out stars yesterday. Pork loin chop and salad for dinner last night. Out today.
• Reading: I don’t often pick unreadable books, but I got one last week that was so wordy, long, and endless that I couldn’t even skim it. Reading a JA Jance now: “Dance of the Bones.” Got “Gratitude” by Oliver Sacks, and I am reading and enjoying one essay at a time. ”Where the Book Falls Open” is simply delightful in small bites too.
• Gratitudes: For still being able to read. For finding the date amusing.