I wish real hospitals were more like Scrubs. Or at least less like my own personal idea of hell.

I have just had two of the worst days of my life. In recent memory anyway. And it ain’t over. Not to overdramatize or anything.

I don’t have much time to write, but let’s start with the good news: the eye doc examined my eyes and found no retinal detachment. So I’m not going blind. Yet. But it was a good thing I got my eyes checked anyway. Because there were signs of diabetes. Eye doc sent me to my regular doc (practically next door), who took me in later that day. One blood and one urine sample later I was sent straight to the hospital (a little up the road, practically). My blood sugar level was 19. Normally it should be 4-7/8. So I have spent the last two days in the hospital. Getting poked and prodded and stabbed over and over again by needles. I have been allowed to go home for a couple of hours today. But I have to go back and probably stay another couple of days. I have diabetes indeed. Type 2. I may be able to get by on pills, not injections. That’d be something. Of course there will be no more candy and cake and soda. And that sort of kills me, because what else do I get pleasure out of in my pathetic life? Half the time I’m thinking “I can’t do this, I’m going to kill myself” and then the other half it’s “well I don’t have much choice, I’ll just have to get used to a new lifestyle”. At least I can have sugarfree soda. Coca Cola Zero will probably be the future for me.

The eye doc also found “grå stær”. Which would be cataracts I think, but I’m not sure if there are different versions in English. But eye doc said if it was cataracts then it could be treated and my eyesight could get better. That’d be frigging great. Who knows, maybe I’ll be a new and improved Plume who is all skinny and healthy and seeing things. Imagine that.

I will not be going to Greenland on Friday. The doctors advised against it. And I really don’t feel like it right now anyway. So that’s out. I guess if pushed then I’d rather not have the diabetes and then suffer the Greenland trip. If pushed.

And now I must run back to the hospital. At least they have put me in a twin bed room now, and I have it all to myself. The first night I was in a 6 bed room with people who coughed, snored and spoke in their sleep. And were, gasp, helpful and socializing. Evil.

Oh boy. I feel like downing a whole bottle of coke now. Do you think they’d believe me if I said that the sugar fairy had attacked me and kissed me half to death?

I have discovered that I will have to get up at 4 am the day we head off to Greenland. This leaves me with two choices. 1) To start getting used to getting up early so I’ll be able to make it. Or 2) saw my own head off. You’d think it would be an easy choice, but it’s somewhat complicated by the fact that I don’t own a saw.

I promised some pictures from yesterday’s feeding of the animals. I’m sure you won’t be surprised to see this one:

“You have food for meee, Plume?”

“You’re not fast enough, I’ll climb this wall and come take it myself!”

I always love when she gets her leg all the way up over there. It’s very impressive. And it looks almost human, like she’s reaching out with an arm.

“No Vanilje, you can’t have any, get away!”

“Okay, just give us the food already!”

Always eager goats.

Meanwhile the chickens formed a circle.

Discussing something very excitedly.

And the bunnies were also having a pow-wow. I hope they’re not planning to start some gang war. Chickens vs bunnies.

Some cute baby bunnies:

Poor picture unfortunately. They were lovely small and black. When I delivered their food they all rushed to it, except that one little guy. It seemed like he didn’t understand the concept of feeding time. Perhaps the only animal at the playground who does not get overexcited at the prospect of being fed? I dumped a little extra chow at his feet so he wouldn’t have to compete with all his siblings.

And that’s about all. Tomorrow is eye doc and shopping. Let’s hope it all goes well. The eye doc secretary said that I was going to get some eyedrops during the examination and I wouldn’t be able to drive a car afterwards. So if any of y’all want to borrow my Mercedes then give me a holla.

Plumez out.