Thoughts 2022-03-29: Gross Smells and Toilet Rings

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I just had a low glucose alert. That is bad news for a diabetic, well I guess it is sort of a good news bad news scenario. Bad news is you are in a dangerous downward spiral blood glucose wise, but the good news is you need to crush some pop or some candy. Hell, best do both, we don’t want to mess around here.

I miss candy sometimes. I was a bit of a sugar freak back in the day. When I smoked every time I bought a pack, I would also buy one of those tubs of kiddie crack. It would sit in my cup holder and I would crush candy every time I drove somewhere. I still keep a little candy in the pantry in case I need to sugar up. It is a nice treat when the need arises. As long as I am not doing it on purpose self consciously. Who knows.

I am still waiting for CT scan results. I thought they would be available online by now, but it appears my doctor has blocked that until she has had a chance to go over the results with me. Probably for the best I suppose. The pain I am feeling is much stronger than it has been for a while and that is disheartening, but I am not going to get too excited until I see the results. Fingers are still crossed.

I don’t say it enough, but I wrote a poem thanking Lindsay. She works so hard to take care of me and that job is shitty and thankless. I appreciate her efforts and love. If the true tale of a relationship is the hard times, I’d say I’ve been pretty lucky.

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Gross Smells and Toilet Rings

I got a ticket out of town,

But it looks like you can’t come.

I know you’d prefer to be with me,

But there is only room for one.

Still I know you’ll take care of me,

Through the highlights and the low.

As we try so hard to navigate

This miserable shit show.

I know it’s often hard on you,

Helping me when I am sick

And I appreciate your hard work

Though I do not often say it.

Thank you for not giving up

When your burden has grown so large

I know the job is gross and thankless

With no time left to recharge.

Thank you for your endless efforts

And for taking care of things,

When often all I’m giving to you

Is gross smells and toilet rings.