Cap'n 1time
September 18th, 2004, 08:55
I shouldnt have posted this... but I am anyway.
Some of you know of the hurricane Ivan that hit the gulf of mexico USA. Well thats only part of the ugly story you are about to read.
About a week ago I was very sick. I was thirsty all the time (except when water was actually in my mouth), I was deleriouse, unable to move and hoping to die! I was rushed to the hospital after a visit with my doctor determined that my blood sugare was over 900 (normal being 80 - 150) and bed ridden untill about last tuesday when I was told I was now a type 1 diabetic and my life had completely changed forever. So I was discharged, but before I was able to leave the door alarms were going off, and I was sent back to my room with the information that a large tropical storm was on its way. After about 30 hours of complaining that I couldnt go home, they let me go. When I got home (I was already in a pissy mood) I was made aware that the yard, that I had spent the last six months caring for, had been completely, and I mean completely destroyed. After praying to god for him to take pitty on me for a while I went inside to drink a Diet Root Beer (which was the only thing that could bring me comfort at this point). Everytime my blood sugare is slightly above where it is suposed to be my parents call me lazy. I feel miserable and hopless as if there is no longer a future for me. Hell even the hott, very risque girl nextdoor couldnt even make me feel better. I think I need a drink... mabey a diet root beer.
So forgive my pissy mood and forgive me. Eventually I will get back to posting my classic nonessential posts, just like in the good ole' days.
Some of you know of the hurricane Ivan that hit the gulf of mexico USA. Well thats only part of the ugly story you are about to read.
About a week ago I was very sick. I was thirsty all the time (except when water was actually in my mouth), I was deleriouse, unable to move and hoping to die! I was rushed to the hospital after a visit with my doctor determined that my blood sugare was over 900 (normal being 80 - 150) and bed ridden untill about last tuesday when I was told I was now a type 1 diabetic and my life had completely changed forever. So I was discharged, but before I was able to leave the door alarms were going off, and I was sent back to my room with the information that a large tropical storm was on its way. After about 30 hours of complaining that I couldnt go home, they let me go. When I got home (I was already in a pissy mood) I was made aware that the yard, that I had spent the last six months caring for, had been completely, and I mean completely destroyed. After praying to god for him to take pitty on me for a while I went inside to drink a Diet Root Beer (which was the only thing that could bring me comfort at this point). Everytime my blood sugare is slightly above where it is suposed to be my parents call me lazy. I feel miserable and hopless as if there is no longer a future for me. Hell even the hott, very risque girl nextdoor couldnt even make me feel better. I think I need a drink... mabey a diet root beer.
So forgive my pissy mood and forgive me. Eventually I will get back to posting my classic nonessential posts, just like in the good ole' days.