Five Little Known Factors About Diabetes

Personal experience is often the best teacher
because we get to see first hand how
things are, wouldn't you agree?

When we talked about my future
the word diabetes wasn't in that
description.  That happened to
people who didn't take care of
themselves, didn't eat right, had
bad family history's of the disease,
but it wouldn't hit me.  I ran nearly
every day- worked out, was
active as a cat, had energy out the
wazoo, and was losing weight.
So the idea of having diabetes
never crossed my mind.

Went to the eye doctor of all places,
and my eyes prescription for contacts
changed twice in a three month period.
This doctor was very wise, he said,
"look I'm not tryin' to alarm you but
that's sometimes a symptom of
something else, you should see a
doctor."

Eyes may change.

I was not gaining weight, which is
what I believed in error, that people
who got diabetes, gained weight-
wrong- weight loss is a signal.  Weight
change, that is dramatic and you
can't account for it one way or the
other, and that's a sign.

Weight change, dramatic weight change.

The next thing that happened is more subtle,
it's also harder to talk about.  It's an internal
change - you suddenly find yourself being
very thirsty.  Water, fluids, and anything
you can get your hands on that is wet, is                                                      
what you want, because you have dry
mouth, like you've never had.

Change in drinking habits, always thirsty.

You may notice, I did, that my feet started
to tingle.  My sense is that it's when we
say something is "going to sleep," like when
you have an arm in one position too long
and it starts to tingle- that's the sensation
in your feet.

Tingling sensation in feet and hands.

This last one is certainly not the least,
but you may find yourself becoming
very tired, sleepy tired, in the afternoon.
This wouldn't be your normal, "gosh
I'd like to take a nap," tired, this is
sitting down and then going to sleep-
Bam- just out, like a light, in the middle
of the afternoon.

Sudden drowsiness beyond normal.

When these five signs show up, get
with your doctor, it's important, there
was no real history in my family of
this disease, I was a person who took
care of my body- and yet, here it is,
If it can hit me, it can hit somebody else.
My hope is that by sharing what
happened with me, maybe you'll go see
the doctor sooner...it can help.

Story Telling For You - Chapter Six-b - Magic time

Gene was giving me that look, you know the one,     

she could’ve tapped her foot with it, that look.

“They had guns Gene, guns, these people are criminals.”

“So you thought you could do crime and that

you wouldn’t deal with criminals?  This whole

stealing thing wasn’t our idea Chuckles.”

“Gene’s right man, it’s not what we wanted,”

this wasn’t the time I wanted smadge chimin’

in.  “Guns people, this is serious.” I’m not even sure

what I meant by that?

“Well, la dee dah, man, I’m glad you let us

in on that Chuck with all your considerable

skills.  What’d you come up with, huh, a

rumor, an idea?  Not even an idea, you

overheard some security, no not even

security, former security guy(!) talking about

something he thought he’d seen, and off

you went into lah lah land with us.” 

As much as I thought of smadge, this was

not what I wanted to hear.  “OK. I’ll admit

I got a little heavy handed.”  Evidently what

I’d just said didn’t sit well with Gene?

“Heavy handed?  You don’t remember saying

to me that we didn’t have any guts?”

“I remember.”

“Well isn’t that grand, he remembers Jeff,

great, that’s just great, do you also remember

saying that if we didn’t at least try to back your

play on this, your play Chuck, that we just weren’t

even family?”

“Yeah I did…”

“How could you say that to smadge, I get being

pissed at me, I really do, but smadge?  Chuck,

no smadge no you, remember, out there in the

140 degree sand, in everything you tell me, in the

beans even, and how it stunk like urine constantly

in that damn bio-hazard coffin, what’d you call

them…”

“Green heat,,,”

“Yeah, green heat, that was it, how people threw

up in ‘em, start of the shift, but couldn’t take the

mask off ‘til all clear, how that mine had gone off

and then the fire, and how no smadge draggin

your sorry butt out, and you ain’ here?”

“Yeah I do…”

“So what did you expect Jeff to do, let them

get to me?”

“That’s not the point Gene…”

“Oh, oh great,” she gestured to Jeff, “that’s

not the point?” I remembered a scene out of

a movie – it was a lawyer who was drunk and

he was carrying on about how if he did what he was

supposed to do he’d end up teaching something like

how to take care of typewriters at a Federal Prison?

Don’t know why such stuff pops into my head but I

love movies…guess that’s why?

“Gene you’re goin’ off on me about the something

that turned out wrong, it just turned

out wrong, you said you were going to go

out there and follow up on what you thought

you heard those guys talking about.  When I

said I was goin,  you insisted that it would be

better for me to keep up appearances and just

go to work.  Then I get out of the truck, and

what do I catch, this call?  I think all things

considered, I’m doin’ pretty well?

Pretty well always got under Smadge’s’ skin.

“Pretty well,” Smadge had always hated half baked,

“you think you’re doin’ pretty well?  Chuck I do

really wonder about you sometimes,” he

slanted his face toward me, “what’cha think this

is Chuck, war paint?”  I shook my head no, so he

wouldn’t hit me, “they cut me man, they were ready

to shoot, me, Gene, whatever, they aren’t wrapped

tight, get it, while you’re doin’ pretty well?”

It had all gone south so fast that Gene and Jeff were

caught in a situation that nobody anticipated, we’d

walked into real criminals, and without knowing it, and

now; they weren’t, apparently, just going to let bygones

be bygones- at least that’s what Smithy was getting at

when they found us at the ER.

Alan and Smithy, wow, now there was a pair, but the

question was, of what? 

“We don’t want to have trouble follow us around,

we know we shouldn’t have acted like we did.”  And it

was impossible not to believe Alan, he had those

kind of deep blue eyes that made lying from them

hard to fathom?  “We followed you over here to

see if we could help pay for what we did when

we cut your man there?”

I wasn’t concerned about money- I was, but not

really, know what I mean?  Money wasn’t the

issue, Jeff’s face being cut on, was.

“It ain’ the money.”

“We kinda figured that is why we’re here.”

Gene stepped back saying, “any other reason

you might be here?”  What did she suspect?

“We –“ and Alan stopped, Smithy gestured

toward a cop car pulling into the ER space.

“We are not looking for trouble here dude.”

“Yeah I got that, us neither, let’s just be cool.”

“Works for me,  Al?”

“We might oughta split man?”  He looked at me

like I’d know if that was the right thing to

do?  I cooperated with his head – “well,

walk past ‘em, we’re sayin’ it was a fishin’

accident, they got nothin’ to say.”

That’s what he did, but it was also

obvious, we were gonna see ‘em again.

Disconnect that kicks your butt

This will be quick as some of my readers
are too busy to consider more than
a paragraph or two. Hilarious isn't it,
here is a source bank of information
designed to save your
life, in a time when you will need that
info; and about 6 of 10 of my readers
won't move past the second paragraph
to take it in, they are, "too busy."
 Folks when you are
in trouble because your system is killing
you, and someone finds a way to change that
killing machine, that they want to take the
time to share what they've found with you,
being "too busy," really isn't your best
option, has that occurred to you yet?


http://youtu.be/UwkIP4U_v4E

The disconnect that kicks your butt is
already a part of your busy life; how
many dependable friends do you have?
If you answer is seven or more, you are
in pretty good shape; but be certain
the term dependable figures in there
huge- why(?), because what's coming at
us we've never seen; that's right, this
is a scary monster that nobody knows
what it looks like- we've seen the
so called "great depression," but if
writers like, Michael T. Snyder, Adam
Vaughan, Tyler Durden, Carolyn Baker, Ph.D.
and Lee Reich of the "Detroit Free Press,"
to name just a few (and if those names
sound at all mysterious to you, that
should be an enormous "heads up,"
to you)are correct; and having a doctorate
in stats, I've looked at their research,
and it's sound- then we're headed for
something that nobody wants to even
think about on a global scale. Too
busy, sure, but you know what, in about
three months, when the stuff really does
hit the fan... you may wish you had taken
a moment to listen to the likes of
Michael Ruppert...my hope is you will...