Had a follow-up appointment with Dr Rachmel Cherner (Rocky, for short, although his family members call him "Dick" - his little sister couldn't pronounce Rachmel).
He'd ordered a bunch of tests for me. Earlier this evening I typed all the results in my "Ruth's Medical File" and tucked them in my Red Wallet. Here's how they read: Doctors (I added Rocky's name), Meds, and Health Events and Lab Tests.
Everything came out fine. My creatinine level remains at .8. That's a measurement of kidney function.
I asked him Qs about insulin. Will it damage my body? Does it cause cancer?
"It's a natural substance," he said, "so it certainly isn't going to harm you." He told me if I accidentally injected too much I might get dizzy and pass out.
What are the most common complications, I asked.
Neuropathy: feet, hands, arms, anywhere on the body. Blindness, in extreme cases.
I asked if he could see my mom. Bernice is always complaining about young Dr Foxhall, who is also my family doctor.
"He never calls me back during the day, though Robert does."
I made an appt. for next week and will drive her over to The Chateau at Regency Towers.
She's not much of a swimmer, but I think I can drag her after me in the water.
Best of all, Rocky told me he read the two Compass mags I gave him.
"You better live a long time," he said. "These are marvelous! And so was your poetry!"
"You mean, you read my poetry?" I asked him.
Here's a poem I just wrote. YOU, Dear Reader, will be the first to read it, at 12:30 a.m.
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
like the
darkness within
Watch me
stumble
into the
kitchen
switch on
a light
that
blinded me with
its
wah-wah rhythms
Leaning
over the
table, I
thought
“You’re
low!
Your
sugar
is 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!
I
screamed, as a
thrill
went through me
I saw
Death,
seated in
the empty chair.
Demon! 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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