Sunday, April 8, 2007 at 12:03PM That is right my friends. I am out of here although I am planning on posting at least on You Tube Tuesday but that is probably it.
Going to NM to visit my sister. Should be fun.
I hope you all had a great Easter!
-George
Wednesday, April 4, 2007 at 4:07PM Here are some questions from my good friend Vivian.
First and foremost it has made me realize that I was not alone with diabetes and because of that I am motivated to make diabetes a priority in my life. Second, it has allowed me to meet some truly amazing people that have become my friends. And lastly, it works as therapy for me by giving me a place to share all my ups and downs. I will never stop blogging because of these three things.
Hands down, my wife. We have been together for so long that I forget to show her how important she is. I could not live without her. She is my other/better/favorite half!
It is not easy to look at yourself and name things you love so I will try my best. I would say my sense of humor. I tend to make people laugh and love to laugh so I guess that is one. The other would be the gift I have for making people feel comfortable. I have always been a sounding board for friends and strangers. Almost like a bartender but without any booze (that I am sharing). I love to make friends so that “comfort” thing or whatever it is I am very thankful for.
I would love to love my physical self. I think I am fat and ugly and I really hate to look at myself. I wish I could really love what I look like. The other would be a love for my intelligence. I honestly feel like a moron. I do not act like one and I bet this will come as a shock to those of you who know me irl but I feel very undereducated and stupid. I wish I could love my brain I guess! LOL that sounds funny.
Integrity. Honesty. Selflessness. Loving. Someone who always does the right thing. Even if no giant event occurs in their life. Someone with those characteristics are the kind of people kids should study in school.
Alright, Let me know if you wanna play too by leaving a comment with your email address or email me at thebadguy@gmail.com and I will get back at ya! Be prepared for some wacky questions.
Thanks again Viv!!!
Tuesday, April 3, 2007 at 9:33AM I love to bowl although I am pretty lousy at it. Check out this trick shot.
Friday, March 30, 2007 at 7:45AM The other night I recruited my son to go to the store with me. My wife was getting Gillian ready for bed which means that Georgie has an hour until his bed time. Just enough time to keep me company as I went shopping for stuff for my lunch. So off we went to the local grocery store to pick up some things.
I have decided since me and my buddy have begun our exercise regimen (currently stalled until inner ear thingy is gone) that I would pack myself healthy lunches. I am a total creature of habit so if I find something I like, I can stick with that exact same thing for a very long time. I decide that a lovely salad should fit the bill nicely. With a few sunflower seeds and broccoli it will be a salad that I will not get tired of for a long time.
We immediately head over to the produce department to look for the lettuce and broccoli and such.
In the produce area my son asks me a question that sparked quite the conversation.
“Do you want this kind of broccoli?” Georgie asks me while holding up a bundle of fresh broccoli.
“Um, no. I want something that is already cut up. Like in a bag or something.” Says me.
“What about Lettuce? You want me to grab some?”
“Dude, I buy the salad in a bag. I don’t have time to cut vegetables and leaf lettuce.” I snobbishly reply
My son said nothing and put the lettuce back down.
I said, “Man, what a snob of me to say that I ‘don’t have time to cut vegetables’ as if that was below me. I am so stuck up huh?”
George looks at me and asks, “Why do grown ups have to hate themselves so much?”
“What?”
“All adults hate themselves. ‘I am too fat. My hair looks bad. These jeans make me look ugly. I am a snob. My job sucks.’ I don’t get it”
“Dude, adults are just hard on themselves I guess.”
“Well, it seems to me that if adults would just put their mind to stuff they could be who they want to be.”
“I don’t think it’s that easy.” I said.
“I dunno dad. When you really think about it, I think that it is. If you want a better job then go to school and try hard and you will get it. If you want to lose weight, eat better and exercise. I mean, just put your mind to it and anyone can be and do whatever they want to.”
I did not have much to reply to that. I thought about when I was 12 and hated myself. Most kids Georgie’s age are not the ones to say “You can be what you want to be.” Most of the time this conversation happens but with the adult and child parts switched.
What wise words of encouragement has a child offered you? I would love to hear about it. I think kids are amazing like that.
I am thankful that my son has this insight at such a young age. I hope that he continues this attitude throughout life. Maybe I can learn to be as positive and motivated as he is.
According to him, I surely can. As long as I put my mind to it.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007 at 2:28PM Monday was spent in the Emergency Room of a local hospital. I woke up that morning with a very strange feeling in my head that my blood sugar provided no clue to at a welcoming 114. What could it be? I drove (probably should not have) to work and continued to feel strange. When my coworkers noticed that something was wrong they insisted that one of them take me to the hospital.
I was not too excited about the office freaking out over my symptoms but it did get me really concerned about what was wrong. You see, I felt (and still do) extremely dizzy and foggy. It is as if I am falling backwards all the time or that my head put on 20 pounds and my neck cannot handle it. I also have this very weird delayed reaction when I turn my head too fast. It takes a while for my focus to catch up. I started to really freak out.
The ER found nothing. I laid there for several hours waiting for blood tests to come back but nothing came up. They told me to see my doctor because they could not figure it out.
Great, I am a freaking mystery.
So yesterday I stayed home from work and went to see Dr. F-Bomb. Instead of busting out any profanities he said, “It sounds to me like you have an inner ear viral thing. I’ll give you something that will clear that up in a few days.”
He scribbled out a prescription, handed it to me, and said goodbye.
Here I am at work, still dizzy, still a little worried, but with a new pill to add to the collection that I am hoping will clear this crap up.
Wish me luck!
