Aynne88
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I admit I'm sending fluffy hugs
I admit I hope her master gets better real soon.
I admit the ultra sound came out good so the boy can return to work.
I admit his catheter was pulled and he's happy about that, but now the doctor is concerned why the kid isn't peeing all that much on his own.
I admit after tonight if he's not peeing better it's off to the Urologist we go.
I admit I HATE that this kid works PT at three different GD fire depts. as a fire fighter and EMT and he has no GD insurance!
I admit that I need a fucking money tree now!
Oh Girly I am so sorry! The whole system is fucking whacked in regards to that. My ex husband and I for years because we were smal business owners had to pay out of pocket for Anthem and it was over 800.00 a fucking month with a 10k deductible, welcome to Maine :( There is no way in hell a young person could afford to pay the private pay premiums we have here and so they wind up resorting to the ER for care, is is so wrong and disgusting, and then to add onto that the worry I am sure you are feeling about him, huge hugs, I hope it gets better soon.
I admit that John has to go to the doctor today, his feet and really sore and his toes are all red and painful, and on top of that he woke up with what I think is thrush, his tongue is kind of swollen and whitish and his throat is sore.
I admit that people that do not understand or want to understand that diabetes is way way way more serious than just a "little sugar in the blood" are fooling themselves into an early grave.
I admit that sometimes it breaks my heart that he did that for years, just took the metformin and all the other drugs, and kept on living how he wanted to because he was younger and married to greedy bitches that didn't care about anything but his money, his ex wife still comes to the shop with chocolate chip cookies for him for fuck sake. She only lives a few miles away and they are friends, it's a small town, but the last cookies she brought I gave to my Dad. No she as no motives she is happily remarried just a busy body, but christ she ought to know that John has food addiction issues that is how he got to almost 300 pounds to begin with and now that he has lost 80 pounds, 60 in the last year with me, she ought to help him by not bringing him his weakness. .
I admit that he is trying so so hard and I know sometimes he feels like it's too late or he is too old, and I want to slap it into him that is *not* true. However you can't undo 20 years of bad choices in 12 months, and I am trying to walk a line between being supportive, loving, and taking care of him to being a drill sergeant.
Please anyone that is "pre-diabetic" pay attention to it, you don't want to go through this, believe me.
I admit that it is 95 degrees here today and my mission is to find a place with air conditioning for lunch before we go to the doctor. Oh, and a liquor license of course. ;) A bloody mary sounds good right about now and I don't care if it is only 10:30! lol.
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