"You had a good run," Zeus said, when I told him that the nurse had called with my blood panel results and I registered a 7.3 and now officially had
What a bummer. My first response was to just ignore what I heard. Pretend nobody had told me. Go back to the time before I had blood work taken.
Childish, I know but I really didn't want to deal or face the fact that I now had a disease that would never go away.
Good news is that catching it this early means I can can good control of it and my lifestyle. My body is healthy, well except for my blood sugar levels. No damage done, at this point in time.
So, I bought a juicer. It had well known, male talk show hosts picture on the box and I thought when I bought it, it was the one that he advertises, on TV.
I brought it home, unpacked it and something held me back from doing what I normally do, all the time, jump up and down on the cardboard box and put it in the burn bag. I just carried it downstairs and stuck it in the garage. I plugged the "juicer" in and stared at it. It was like looking at a blender on steroids.
It was huge. It was too tall to sit under my kitchen cabinet. It was black. Everything on my kitchen counters is white.
And, it wasn't a juicer.
It apparently was an emulsifier.
So, I returned it this morning. Not a juicer in sight, in the store, so I went home empty handed. Then I got the phone message about my blood work. Then a friend told me that juice is the worst thing for her, sends way to much sugar into her system.
I guess I wasn't supposed to buy it.
But, then again......... I was really looking forward to that spinach, carrot, mango drink.