Type2Guy
Well-Known Member
Every time I draw a regrettable result in my fasting blood glucose, it gets posted on a billboard in my consciousness like a scarlet number for the peanut gallery in my imagination to judge me harshly for my loss of control. I resolve to eat more scrupulously low carbohydrate food and incorporate even more cardiovascular exercise today in an attempt to win a better tomorrow.
I have an appointment to see a podiatrist this afternoon for a foot examination, which is exciting as I have had a life long fascination with medical waiting room magazine selections, especially those pertaining to the practice specialty. If my Internet search skills are on point, I expect to be wowed by a fresh copy of Podiatry Today.
My elderly father, may he live to be 120, who is also a Type 2 diabetic and unaware of my own recent diagnosis for his continuity as a participating person in this world, finds it acceptable despite the grave risk to my heart to patronize the manicurist across the street from his home in Scottsdale for regular pedicures because the girl (she is probably a senior citizen) is very nice to him. Just last week, I begged him to forsake that ritual given the very real risks involved with infection and have been promised that my advice will be heeded. So out of unspoken allegiance, I am also heeding the same advice and taking pun filled steps to a foot specialist that will review it all.
I have an appointment to see a podiatrist this afternoon for a foot examination, which is exciting as I have had a life long fascination with medical waiting room magazine selections, especially those pertaining to the practice specialty. If my Internet search skills are on point, I expect to be wowed by a fresh copy of Podiatry Today.
My elderly father, may he live to be 120, who is also a Type 2 diabetic and unaware of my own recent diagnosis for his continuity as a participating person in this world, finds it acceptable despite the grave risk to my heart to patronize the manicurist across the street from his home in Scottsdale for regular pedicures because the girl (she is probably a senior citizen) is very nice to him. Just last week, I begged him to forsake that ritual given the very real risks involved with infection and have been promised that my advice will be heeded. So out of unspoken allegiance, I am also heeding the same advice and taking pun filled steps to a foot specialist that will review it all.