Monday 3 December 2007

Pic of the day: I wasn't built to get up at this time. (This is Kana Minami without breakfast. I feel your pain, Kana-chan! From the anime Minami-ke Okawari.)

Fast forward

When I moved to the neighboring county, I kept my doctor. (The one who habitually gropes my breasts and believes that exercise is the solution to pretty much all problems. You don't get them better than that these days. And they have an awesome EKG machine and a steady supply of interns too.) Now he has this idea that my blood sugar needs checking, probably because at every other blood sugar test I have been to, I have shown up after eating. This follows from the sad fact that such tests tend to be in the morning, when I am able to get up and move about, but am not really conscious. I run on habit, and my habit is to eat. And eat. And eat. Now that I cannot eat fat (since 2005, remember?) I have to eat pretty exactly twice the amount of carbohydrates, since carbs happen to have exactly half the energy density of fat. So I eat before going to bed, and I eat after getting unsteadily out of bed in the morning. But not today!

Three times I have to take this test. And I have to get up at 6.30 to make it there before 9, because there are no direct buses between here and there. Both of the counties share a stretch of road, but the buses go only to the city, from each of the places. I already know that my blood sugar will be fine, and yet I do this. Just what the doctor ordered! Why will my blood sugar be fine? Because I haven't eaten in 12 hours! Who would not have fine blood sugar after starving like that? "Troubled by diabetes? Just stop eating!"