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!
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.
For the Ragtag Daily Prompt — Psychedelic.