| Date: | 2008-03-17 08:25 |
| Subject: | Kate Spade and the Sugar Bitch |
| Security: | Public |
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Well, this weekend was just full of fun and frivolity.
I kicked it off Friday morning at the optometrist by finding out that due to my very sudden shift in vision...towards the worse, naturally...it seems there is a very good chance I'm a diabetic.
I gotta tell you, for someone who has rarely been more ill than the occasional annoying cold, that came as a bit of a shock. Of course, I've still to be tested, and I don't exhibit many of the symptoms...but that's the treat about diabetes according to what I've read so far. Lot's of people don't exhibit any symptoms at all.
Isn't that just vastly reassuring.
I suppose it wouldn't be the end of the world.
I don't sweeten things like coffee or tea, I don't gravitate towards candy or donuts, I love vegetables enough to eat them all day every day for the most part, I know a lot about eating a balanced diet...and with the threat of impending blindness hovering over me I suppose I could stick with one. ha. ha.
Still, the suddenly more imperative need for exercise doesn't thrill me, and for someone who spends part of almost every weekend dreaming up a new dessert for Supper Club...a sugar restriction is a bit rich!
I don't know if I'm just resigned to this as "my luck", or if I'm in what one book called "diabetic denial"...but so far I'm not really flipping out about it. I'm just sitting here, quietly thinking "oh, fuck".
The part of me still exhibiting a sense of humor is more worried about what frames I went on to choose while widely dilated and "mildly" freaked.
All I really remember is they were Kate Spade and there is a chance they might be in shades of grass green and plum.
