Boy am I tired. Tired of coughing and sneezing. My chest is sore from all the damn coughing. And my head is hurting. And I just want to sleep.

My eyesigh has been quite blurry for the last couple of days as well. Before this whole diabetes thing it would sort of come and go, have it’s good periods and bad. Now it feels like it’s blurry all the time. I have to get real close to the screen just to read. It’s annoying. I think I read that eyesight could get blurry with low blood sugar, but I’m supposed to keep my blood sugar low. So that ain’t no good, son. I don’t know. I have to go to the eye clinic on Monday so maybe I’ll find out more then. That’s for a diabetes checkup of the eyes. The cataracts one isn’t until March. Unfortunately they couldn’t be combined.

(I did some reading and it seems the blurring is caused by difference in glucose level between the lens and the blood, so it’s not necessarily because my blood sugar is too high or low, it’s more because it’s changing. Not that it helps me much. If I could keep my blood sugar level fixed then I wouldn’t have any problems now would I).

The floaters are still there by the way. But I hardly notice them anymore. Funny to think that when they first appeared I thought it was the end of everything, how could I ever live with those giant watermarks all over the world all the time? But now I see right through them. If I could just focus on things then that’d be swell. I have set the system font size to be bigger, but you’d be surprised how many website don’t allow you to control the text size. They have fixed sizes and they obviously care more about keeping their precious designs in check than letting us poorsighted people read them. Oh well.

Another thing to work on is my cholesterol. It’s a big high, the doctor says. The doctors say that if you have diabets, high cholesterol and high blood pressure then your heart could be in trouble. Luckily my blood pressure is just fine, so only two out of three. But I’ll work on it. Exercise is important, apparently. I’m feeling too crappy to go out and walk but I have done some walking in place in my apartment. And walking in bed. Swinging my arms and legs around. It makes me feel quite silly and I don’t know if it makes any sort of difference. But it does raise the pulse and gets my heart beating so why not.

The family made it home from Greenland okay. My dad stopped by today. We talked a little about diabetes things and he told me a little about the trip. He said that Peter and mum enjoyed it a lot. They got to see northern lights and musk oxes and eat whale burgers and other such fun. So that’s good.

And my dad has starting hauling sodas away. He’s going to take all my sodas (and I have had a lot lying around) and in return he’s going to bring me sugarfree ones. Jolly nice of him indeed.

I sure am drinking a whole lot less. And peeing less consequently. I’m not quite sure if I am drinking so much less because the diabetes is being treated. Or if it’s just because sugarfree soda isn’t quite as good as the regular kind. They’re ok. But it’s not the same. I find myself wanting to drink less. I’ll fill a glass for dinner, expecting to refill it when it’s done. But ending up with only half of it empty. Or half full, depending on how you look at it. I’m going to save some time and money on this hah. But then I’ll have to spend money on pills at least, maybe insulin too. And all that green stuff isn’t free either. It’s odd cooking now. I’m supposed to eat less sugar of course, but the meals end up bigger. In the old days I’d skip meals and eat candy and fry up an egg or some bacon or whatever. Now I have to try to eat regularly through the day and eat varied stuff. So the volume sort of goes up, but it’s much healthier of course. I had fish today. Fish is a good thing, you’re supposed to eat that twice a week I think. So I’m trying that.

Did you know that my mother has diabetes too? I’m not sure if I have ever written about that. She has type 2. Takes pills. She’s lost a lot of weight over the years since she found out. With the green stuff. Unfortunately she adds onions and garlic to the green stuff. That’s where I draw the line.

My head is murder on the dancefloor. Gotta go.

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