When one young Englishman was thinking of coming to Canada, his uncle encouraged him. Uncle had spent a few years in Canada and thought it was a pretty good place. “I’ll tell you all about Canada — except for two things. I won’t tell you about the Canadian winters or mosquitoes.”
Here are a couple of quick haiku on the topic of these pests.
mosquito tasting my leukemic blood will we survive?
fleeing the war zone
even in our sorrow
There’s an old saying that “If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it.” Leave well enough alone.
But what if it’s only a little broke? Still works, sort of? There are folks who fix the leaky faucet before it becomes a flood under the sink. Fix that oil leak in the car before the motor seizes up. If you ask, “Why worry about it when the problem’s so small,” they’ll tell you, “Procrastination only leads to disaster.”
And there are those of us who tend to hobble along with things as they are, hoping for a miracle, until the thing breaks down totally and becomes a real nuisance. When the drain pipe is totally clogged and the sink overflows, it’s time for action. When the tire’s almost flat, it’s time to have the leak repaired. There are those who go to a doctor while the problem is still small, while others have a health issue they hope will resolve itself. When they can hardly drag themselves out of bed in the morning it’s time to see the doctor.
A friend of my folks, a prairie farmer of Scottish birth, was fearful about the odd bulge developing on his hip. He ignored it and carried on, half fearing that if he saw a doctor, he’d hear the dreaded C word. Finally it became so big that he did visit the doctor, who sent him straight to the hospital. “That bulge is an aneurysm! It could burst any moment and you’d be dead in minutes.”
Sadly, we procrastinators are apt do this with relationships too. It’s risky to ask exactly what he/she meant by that comment. They might tells us exactly what they think of our behaviour and their words will likely be painful. So we tell ourselves, “Just let it go.” Yet the comment digs into us and festers. Usually more verbal exchanges happen and finally we’re pussyfooting around each other. The times we brave it and talk the thing over, we find it was only one point they objected to, not our whole personality. Or we completely misunderstood their remark. I can recall times when I’ve said something just as a joke, thinking the other person would get it, only to find out later from a third party that they took my comment seriously and were quite upset with me.
What led to my musing this morning is my issue with WordPress. WP isn’t working 100% for me, but it still functions well most of the time. At times, though, the program won’t recognize my e-mail address so I have to give my username and log in anew. Especially for some blogs, while others I can leave Likes and comments no problem. So I just carry on and hope the problem will disappear. Will it, do you think?
Developers with their many “improvements” have made life so complicated for us simple minds! Sometimes I gripe that if the engineers at WordPress didn’t fix things that were working just fine, blogging would be simpler. However, I realize they were trying to accommodate a wide range of bloggers with other interests than mine, so I’ll hush it. I’m still very grateful to have this platform where I can ramble to my heart’s content. 🙂
Hello everyone. Or as watercolour artist Paul Clark says, “Good morning afternoon or evening wherever you are.” Thanks for dropping by and reading this post.
There’s a feeling of autumn-to-come in the air this morning, a cool breeze. I think it’s supposed to get fairly warm though, so I watered all my flower pots. I didn’t stay up and watch for streaks from the meteor shower we were supposed to be able to see last night. Did any of you see the falling stars?
This is Day Three of my new Regime, my Abstemious Diet lifestyle. I’ve had my first couple of sips of coffee and suddenly remember: blood test first! Best set the coffee aside until that’s done because I DO NOT drink black coffee.
I had a doctor’s appointment on Friday to find out the results of my fasting blood sugar test. When he walked into the exam room I asked him, “Are you going to behead my sweet tooth?” And he said, “I have my axe in my pocket.” EEK!
I thought of telling him, “Then you sure better not sit on it!” but I decided I’d best not push be too humorous about this. He pulled up the test results on his computer file, read off the numbers, then proceeded to give me the bad new: “Blood sugar counts are too high. No, you’re not just borderline; you ARE diabetic.”
I can’t say I was surprised, but still it’s rather stunning. Feels like the Road of Life just took a 90-degree turn.
It’s not a serious case, rather just into the diabetic range. He gave me pills and told me I’d need to monitor my blood regularly, so I now have one of those dreadful little springers, or stingers, with which I must test a drop of blood first thing in the morning and at night before bed. He also prescribed a simple Abstemious Diet: “If it’s something you really like, don’t eat it.” I got the picture.
And now I’d best go do what I must. It’ll take me awhile to remember and get the technique down pat. I had to poke my finger three times last night before I got a usable blood sample. 😦
Last week I had a fasting blood sugar test. After my doctor saw the results his receptionist called. “The doctor wants to see you to discuss your test. We can book you in next week.”
Today’s the day. In two hours I’ll see the doctor and he’ll tell me the first test was just a minor blip, but this last one shows my blood sugar is perfectly fine. My sweet tooth is throbbing in delighted anticipation.
I see that readers have liked my haiku, so here’s another one…
window breezes ruffle the bedside bouquet an impatient sigh
My flowers are all outside, but I’m the patient today, spending a good while in my recliner trying to get over another sore throat that started yesterday. And wondering what my doctor will say when I see him next week. One of the things that came out of my phone consultation with my oncologist last week Monday was that my blood sugar is high. “I’m a little concerned about that,” she said. “You should see your doctor about it.”
So I did. He was concerned, too, and sent me for a fasting glucose test, which I had Monday morning. His receptionist called me yesterday morning and said, “The doctor has the result of your blood test, and he wants to see you.” And I said, “Oh-oh!” But this may explain why I’ve been feeling so tired the last few weeks.
My mom had Type 2 diabetes in her older years and my sister Donna had it already in her 40s, so this doesn’t come any surprise. I’d like to rush straight to his office and hear the worst, but he’s going to be away for a week so my appointment isn’t until next week Friday. Sigh… I’m guessing I’m still at the pre-diabetic stage and am starting to cut back on sugar. Sniffle, whimper.
Anyway, while I’m recovering from the speed bumps on life’s road, I may not write stories, but I’ll post more verses and hope you enjoy them. Since my energy is low right now, it may be a good time to sit here and enter those poetry bits I have in scribblers.
On June 27th I mentioned in a text to my daughter that “I still have a sore throat.” Well, I STILL have a sore throat. It has waxed and waned, but persists in paining me, especially in the mornings. In fact when I got up this morning the node on the right side was so swollen I could hardly swallow, so I knew it was time to see a doctor.
This started the morning after I did a jigsaw puzzle from Value Village. The puzzle must have been stored and had a bit of mustiness in it, and I’m VERY sensitive to the faintest trace of must or mould. Though I couldn’t smell anything, I woke up the next morning with a really sore throat. In fact I could barely swallow. Drank a lot of chicken broth, took decongestants and the problem almost cleared up. However, a week later I began working with some fabrics someone had stored away, then donated to charity. I cut squares for a blanket top one day and that night already my throat was raw. If only I’d remember to wear my dust mask for any of these activities I could avoid this!
A seemingly unavoidable woe this summer is that I’m allergic to the bite of mites — mainly bird mites such as the cats bring home. Practically invisible, the bite of these pests produces in me a hive-like reaction that’s gotten so much worse over time. Mosquito bites give me dime-size red bumps, but some mite bites can swell up to about the diameter of a mandarin orange in my sensitive flesh. They itch like crazy for a few days, then slowly subside. A week later there’ll be a red scar about an inch in diameter. Our cats pick up mites from lying around where birds or infested stray cats sit, or when they catch a bird. I even got a few bites one day from refilling the bird feeder.
A few mornings back I brushed against a shrub in passing and later felt something on my face. I brushed off a small blossom or leaf, but it must have hosted a mite because an hour later the characteristic blister showed up on the right side of my cheek close to my ear. It’s grown into a huge hard bump, pink with a reddish center, and it’s blocking my ear canal and swelling the node in my neck underneath. This is why I could barely swallow when I woke up this morning. I’ve a smaller bite on my arm now too, which is really itchy and I showed the doctor all the healing ones on my legs. She has given me prednisone and told me to keep taking my antihistamine as well.
Now I have an over-the-phone visit with my Oncologist on Monday. Had a blood test Thursday in preparation, so I’m eager to hear what those results are. Also, I wonder what that doctor will say about all my swollen lymph nodes. How much is due to allergy and how much to the lymphocytic leukemia that’s starting to show up again this year?
We’re in a mini heat wave here in Sask. Not the 100-108 degree (38 to 42 Celsius) July weeks I recall from back in my teen years, but today it was 34 C (94-95 F) and that’s hot enough for us old fogys. Our cats are outside lying in any shady spot they can find — maybe collecting a few mites? 😦 Need to dose them with anti-parasitic stuff again.
I like to stay upbeat, but sometimes reality hits hard. My energy level is low lately. Forecast is for some cooler days ahead, like 28 C, which may not please seriously devoted heat lovers, but we’re looking forward to the slight drop. Hard to believe July is over half gone! Things outdoors, crops, etc, are looking great right now; the woods are filled with bird songs; harried parent birds are being trailed by open-mouthed offspring. Lovely time of year if it weren’t for bug bites!