I ran into my dad the other day. His 65th birthday is tomorrow. He (and his brother) have this obsession with dying, because their male relatives have died at relatively young ages. Dad's grandfather died at 69, and his father died at 67. He's not sure he's going to make it.
Of course, I gotta tell you that I ran into him with his Beloved in one of our favorite restaurants, on their way to a dance lesson. East Coast Swing, no less. They skipped dessert (so did we). Does this sound like a diabetic who's in danger of dying this week? I don't think so. And, he has a CPAP machine.
I'm betting he lives longer than Grandpa. Or Sam.
I mostly had to post today for this link to an article entitled "Tips on How to Be a Good Patient". Very nice. I hope I remember all these tips. I have two doctors appointments this week.
I finally got to watch dLife this weekend. As it started, Dr. Parts, exhausted after 7 days straight at work, walked through the room and wondered if I had found the all-diabetes all-the-time network. (He thinks I think I work for the diabetes police.) "No, sweetie. It's one half-hour show that airs once a week."