Cost of being a Diabetic

Around a year ago I first learned that I might be a Diabetic but wasn’t giving actual proof at that time. I decided to see a different Doctor due to a co-worker stating that he was good. After my first visit he had looked the results from previous doctor he told me that I was Type II.  From what he saw from test I didn’t need medication since my sugar level was under a rating of 7. He stated to me that I needed to lose some weight for me to stay off medications. Since that time my weight has been up and down.  Towards the end of March, I was having pain and started taking over the counter pills to relieve the pain.  Second week of pain went to emergencies at the VA and the best they came up was that I may have hurt myself lifting weights.  The VA put me on inflammatory meds which did not help me.  Now I fall into my third week of pain and went to see my Doctor and by the symptoms he thought I had golfers’ elbow and he gave me pills and they didn’t work. Few days later I ended up at local hospital emergency and they couldn’t understand what I had.  They felt that yes it could be golfers’ elbow to and put me on meds which did help with the pain.  Made it to my fourth week of pain went back to my Doctor and finally he sent me to see an orthopedic.  The orthopedic arraigned for me to have an MRI which showed me having a torn muscle and possible blood from the swelling in my arm.  He then determined that surgery was needed and opened my arm up and found dead muscle tissue.  This muscle tissue turned out to be diabetic muscle infarction.  For any person out there having Diabetes please take it seriously.  The pain that you get from this dead tissue is more than anyone could bare.  Please read about this disease at http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1888747/.

Smelly Flight

It was kinda of strange riding on the plane yesterday. As I sat down this guy walked up to me and ask me if I had the window seat and I said yes. Guess he wanted that seat but I didn't move.  As he started to sit next to me I could smell the alcohol just reaping through his pores.  He also smelled as if he could have been on drugs too. The more I noticed he could have been a redneck from Mississippi. The longer he sat next to me the stronger the smell got. It got to a point I had to turn and face the window and try to sleep to avoid continuing to smell the scent from this guy.  Later during the flight I pulled out my Bible and started to read and he looked at me and that a good book to read.