I feel a little better today, but I'm not looking forward to cleaning my bathroom. I puked all over it. At least I got to the commode before I shit all over it. The nausea I get from this methotrexate is debilitating. The last two days have been horrible. I lost track of time for a good while. Nobody knows. This a terrible way to live, and it would be a lousy way to die, but what way to die isn't? My situation reminded me of that Ice Man they found frozen up in the Alps. He was wounded and climbed up there to die. He probably didn't even know where he was going. Death would have been a relief two nights ago.
I read this morning that some proof has been offered that Alzheimer's and dementia are caused by diabetes. The pundits are calling dementia the diabetes of the brain. I found that intriguing. My brother's wife found out in the last year of so that she has to deal with her blood sugar. I don't know whether she is pre-diabetic or full-blown diabetic. My brother started taking blood tests just to share her troubles or at least to understand as much as he could what she's going through. I walked over to talk to him about what he has experienced.
What it really came down to for him is that he uses the blood tests as feedback to try to "feel" when his blood sugar may be high, and act accordingly. Since he's not diabetic, just going for a walk can lower his blood sugar down to acceptable levels. This seems like it might be a good idea for me too. If diabetes is responsible for dementia, then it might be a good thing for me to learn to "sense" when my blood sugar is high or low by how I physically feel.
That made me think of my wine drinking. It may be that I use wine to keep my blood sugar balanced since I stopped using refined sugar and many of the precursors like breads and starches. Taking blood samples to see where I'm at daily for a while might provide me with a more accurate reading than just guessing. If nothing else, I could use the test to tell when I oughta get some exercise. It's not like I don't have time to do this, staying alive these days seems like a full-time job.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
