seven years ago today my blood sugar was 877 and i was ten minutes from dead
But now it's doing fine – unless NuHerbie and I have marital issues – and, barring freak turns of nature and/or anvils falling on my head, so am I.
Short recap: lost 40 pounds -> always thirsty, always pissing -> angular face, couldn't move, fire breath -> ER, guess what youve got T1D, ICU for two days, ice chips (motherfucking ice chips), regular hospital for two days -> homecoming, handling 2016 election and Leonard Cohen's death sober, four months of retraining myself to run again (yoga FTW: I'd be lost without my 13 years of it) back in the swing of things -> move forward, one foot at a time, into the years ahead that were nearly gone in ten minutes.
Regular posting marking this personal holiday duly posted and marked. I still hate motherfucking ice chips.