He heard my voice when I ran up the street to give Mailman Ken my letter to Judy Diaz. I had two Spring Flower Stamps stuck together but Ken unstuck them. I looked at his neatly-trimmed nails. He trims them himself.
Pat and I chatted a few moments in front of his blue house which sits tall and proud atop a hill.
We talked about my diabetes. I told him I'm doing very well. Pat said at work there are several people with diabetes who have gone low, which means their blood glucose level has fallen preciptiously low, endangering their lives.
One gentleman, he said, lost the ability to speak. All he needed was to chew some glucose tablets, but no one knew where he kept them.
Pat went over and told the guy that the EMTs would soon be there. They're the only ones allowed to help the powerless person with diabetes.
I told Pat I carry Protein Bars - with chocolate and peanuts - with me at all times. Pat said he loves these, but the ones at the Giant are too expensive.
He came over, I gave him one, and showed him the box. They can't be all that expensive, I said, since they're the Giant brand.
Giant Protein Granola Bar - Peanut, Almond and Dark Chocolate. Mary Ann Moylen, Giant nutrtitionist, introduced me to them. Howdy-do, I said, and they quacked back. 10 mg of protein, the highest in any bar.
I never leave home without them. They're in my backpack, glove compartment, and my stomach.
I printed out my diabetes poem for Patrick, telling him the poem tells what happens when you go low.
I drank about three huge cups of Decaf last nite. I dread making it cuz it takes a long time to clean the coffeepot.
I was up until four, finishing my entries for today's Coffeeshop Writers' Group in the Giant Coffeeshop.
Before bed, I rode my stationery bike - which I showed Pat - for 20 minutes since I'd eaten
It has lots of carbs.
I slept until 11 and then had a mushroom-green scallion omelet for delicious breakfast. Scott is over at Mike Kramer's helping him fix his car.
Oh no! Not YOU again. I bought two pair of sunglasses on my trip to Baltimore, at the Visionary Museum.
$5 apiece. My mirrored sunglasses remind me of Rod Steiger's in the classic movie "In the Heat of the Night" with Sidney Poitier.
Best Picture in 1967.
Right here is the Best Picture in 2014.
DIABETES HOLDS THE
POWER OF LIFE AND DEATH
In
the middle of the night
I
awoke
something
was wrong
very
wrong
my
legs propelled me
past
my stationery bike
and
down the stairs
darkness
outside
darkness
within
Watch
me stumble
to
the kitchen
switch
on the light
it
blinds me with
its
wah-wah rhythms
Leaning
over the
table,
I think
“You’re
low!
Your
sugar
so
low you’ll
pass
out." Scott
will
find you in the
morning,
blue, stiff
ready
for the sarcophagus.
My
brain had forgotten
how
to think
See
me pound my
fist
on the table
Save
yourself or die!
A
shiver of thrill
went
through me
I
saw Mr Death,
sitting
in the empty chair.
Fucker!
I cried,
as
I found my bag of
whole
grain pretzels
at
the table’s edge
Crunch!
said the bag
I
stuck in my hand
a
bear at the hive
and
came up with all
the
honey I needed, and,
shaking,
trembling,
and
sweating,
saved
my life.
This
time.
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