Last night, I thought I might write a very important post.  Then I chickened out.  But now …. oh well, here goes.

I don’t do drugs.  Never have.  I have had too many “hypos” (low blood glucose episodes), which are themselves quite trippy.  Some good.  Some bad.  So I stay well clear of them — drugs, not hypos, which is somewhat harder to “do”.  I don’t even drink alcohol anymore.  The most I’ve ever drunk was three glasses of wine.  You know, when in France … as you do.

Anyway, there is a reason I know what the French term “SAMU” means.  Picture waking up in beautiful Nice, but feeling shit after three drinks the night before.  Oh, I must be high (high blood glucose that is), I thought.  I’ll just have some insulin and go back to bed.  Bad mistake.  No, really bad mistake.  Picture being in a medical emergency with no travel/health insurance for diabetes-related incidents (because insurance companies wouldn’t take the risk in those days).  Anyway, anyway, I survived.  Obviously.  What’s more, I’m still with that husband.  Bonus.  Scared the crap out of him though.

Better just stick to hippy skirts and flowery shirts.

It is difficult to stay on the straight and narrow diabetes-wise at the best of times.  Hormonal fluctuations really play havoc with my control.  So you can imagine what it has been like over the last ten-ish years.  I am in my mid-50s.  Anyway, anyway, anyway, I haven’t had my period for two months now.  Woohoo!  I’m sure you want to know that.  My True Love tells me not to get too excited.  It could just be a glitch.

It may be a glitch, but it is an exciting one.

Anyway, I look forward to a future of fewer hypos. and staying on the straight and narrow.  I also look forward to a long future of wild, passionate inconsequential sex with my True Love.  Goodness knows, he deserves it for looking after me all these years.

Grab your partner, grab your dog.  Let’s celebrate!

Baby Elsa

After five months backpacking around Europe with my True Love, my mum rang me while I was in Portugal.  Her little miniature dachshund, Sam, had sired a litter of puppies.  Did I want one?  I was home within the month.



Kind Regards.

For the Ragtag Daily PromptPsychedelic.

41 thoughts on “On The Straight And Narrow

    1. Glad you enjoyed it, Lois. I contemplated using the another P word too, but thought that might be a bit too much for some old fellas. 🙂
      Glad the worst of that hurricane missed you. Unfortunately, many others are in its path. Hopefully it will be last one for the year.


  1. I love this so much. I’m pretty sure my blood sugar has been sketchy without my knowing it for a long time. Last time I had a martini, I passed out. I don’t drink at all. Anyway, we’ll see what happens with meds. But even without that, I’ve always known I have a brain that’s just not quite like the other kids’ brains. I guess my dad knew, too. ❤

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    1. Thank you, Dries. It really is a terrible disease, whether you’ve got Type 1 or Type 2. I sympathise.
      I’ll just give a quick plug for the Banting diet, which many think really helps. I found it quite good, but no panacea. Some aspects didn’t work for me, but others haven’t had the same problems with it.

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  2. Wishing you best of luck too with your glucose levels Tracy, I’ve heard that Qi Gong exercise can be very helpful alongside a healthy diet. Sweet Baby Elsa looks adorable and well worth coming home for! 🙂🐾💜🐾

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    1. My friend also swears by Qi Gong exercise, Xenia. Mine is not strictly an exercise and dietary issue as I have Type 1 diabetes, which is an auto-immune disease. I was diagnosed at 7 years of age. But diet is still very important and I do pretty well with it. However, there is much more to achieving good control. Wildly fluctuating hormones don’t help. ❤ (Type 2 is also incredibly challenging, and there can be a strong genetic factor so I am not trying to downplay Type 2 in any way).

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      1. Yes indeed, I used to suffer from really bad insomnia. It started in my mid teens and lasted about ten years. Normally I’d 1-2 hours sleep a night, but a few times I remember being up for days. I do remember waking up early Friday Morning and not falling asleep until Sunday night more than once.

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  3. What a terrifying episode, Tracy. We’re all so very lucky to read about it because it means you are alove – oops, ALIVE. Maybe alove was a better word after all. I won’t keep you from your hubby.
    (And a great reminder for all of us, that life can be fleeting and that we should be aware of our intake and output. Better quit while I’m ahead.)
    Best of health wished to you.

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  4. BTW – I guess you can tell that I read your posts backwards, from this September post back through all of August. It’s been a trying month for me, nothing I care to relate, just busy stuff, but I want to apologize for not keeping up. I do hope you’re feeling well, Tracey.

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    1. Oh no Liz. Sorry if I mislead you. I was recounting my 1991 European hypo story to show why diabetes, me and drugs/alcohol don’t mix. And threw in the pup bit to show the trip had a happy ending. But the new stage if life is definitely happening now. 😁
      Sometimes my mind works in mysterious ways. I don’t expect anyone to be able to follow it.

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  5. You’ve had a long time to bear this awful condition Tracy. Psychedelic skirts and dancing sound like the way to go! Your post is a timely reminder to me that if I don’t curb my appetite for chocolates and licorice allsorts, I could end up with the type two kind. I’m going to try harder from today!

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    1. Thank you, Jane. I think giving up chocolate may be going a little too far! And licorice is so good for you (just stay away from the Dutch licorice sold by Aldi. It must be super-charged with sugar).

      Speaking of psychedelic skirts, early bird 2 tickets for the National Folk Festival are now being sold. I must get my tickets this week.


  6. That sounds truly terrifying, Tracy! Somehow it’s always even more so when abroad, right, partly because most of the time we don’t understand the language, let alone what the doctors are trying to tell you! I’m so happy you got all the help you needed even though there wasn’t health insurance covering for it.
    Yay to wild, passionate inconsequential sex with your True Love. 😉
    And Baby Elsa was such a cutie – well worth traveling around the world to come back to!

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