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hiddenmuseOkay, perhaps I should put my pity party on (near-indefinite) hold. Especially since when you feel like you've got it so bad and start to feel sorry for yourself for whatever predicament you get yourself into - you end up coming across someone else that has it worse than you, and is more deserving of sympathy.
In that case, it would be my stepdad. You all probably know about the accident he was in a couple of months ago. Well, he's still seeing the chiropractor, and unfortunately, he's been under so much stress that it's thrown his blood sugar completely out of whack (he's diabetic), which has been affecting his vision.
Today, my stepdad went to the opthamologist, who has him going back on Friday for about three hours' worth of evaluations and tests, and possibly laser surgery that evening. That news made my being bitch-slapped and beaten down by my depression seem like nothing. It even made my 1 1/2 hours in the dentist's chair this evening seem like a walk in the park.
I have no idea what can be done for my stepdad's blood sugar levels vacillating so wildly (from the 80s to 300s in a matter of hours, apparently). I mean, besides the internist giving him Mommy's Little Helper (Xanax or Valium) to try and keep the stress levels down by completely mellowing him out.
Yes, this does make me a little freaked out. Then again, almost anything can do that since I'm seeming to be on-edge the past couple of weeks.
Fuck, just give me the Xanax - or perhaps a boot to the head - and maybe I can mellow out too.
I *love* The Boondocks. That cartoon always gives me a laugh. :)
In that case, it would be my stepdad. You all probably know about the accident he was in a couple of months ago. Well, he's still seeing the chiropractor, and unfortunately, he's been under so much stress that it's thrown his blood sugar completely out of whack (he's diabetic), which has been affecting his vision.
Today, my stepdad went to the opthamologist, who has him going back on Friday for about three hours' worth of evaluations and tests, and possibly laser surgery that evening. That news made my being bitch-slapped and beaten down by my depression seem like nothing. It even made my 1 1/2 hours in the dentist's chair this evening seem like a walk in the park.
I have no idea what can be done for my stepdad's blood sugar levels vacillating so wildly (from the 80s to 300s in a matter of hours, apparently). I mean, besides the internist giving him Mommy's Little Helper (Xanax or Valium) to try and keep the stress levels down by completely mellowing him out.
Yes, this does make me a little freaked out. Then again, almost anything can do that since I'm seeming to be on-edge the past couple of weeks.
Fuck, just give me the Xanax - or perhaps a boot to the head - and maybe I can mellow out too.
I *love* The Boondocks. That cartoon always gives me a laugh. :)
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Date: 2003-06-16 09:27 pm (UTC)Anyways, I'm sorry your dad is having such a rough time. Luck just hasn't been on his side, with the timing of the car accident and now this!!! *sending healing energy to both of you*