I've been beating up my body for the last 36 years. I tested my blood sugar last night after seeing a diabetes commercial on tv. It was 593. That's Comaland. I immediately injected my insulin and waited to feel better. Well it's been 24 hours and I'm not feeling any better. I'm very insulin resistant. Seeing a number that high scared the hell out of me. My feet hurt so bad and it's all my fault. I need to get my head out of my ass and take care of things. No one else is going to do it. It's all up to me. It has come down a lot but still not where it should be. I just tested again and I'm still at 250. I just injected more insulin and I'm pounding the water to help flush my system. Once I get to normal levels my feet will not hurt nearly as bad as they do. I've been so lazy with my blood sugar that I have permanently damaged the nerves in my feet.

Ginger has the next 2 days off. We're going to rearrange the living room and dining room. I'm going to mow the front yard. The weeds are about as tall as I am. Nah not really but the grass is pretty tall. I don't want to town to fuss so I'll go out and get it done. Oh if you haven't noticed I did post the pics from our Minocqua trip. Yes no shit that is a real live bait vending machine and naked woman statue infront of the hospital in Minocqua. The dog is Dads dog Hunter that he used to take with him to work in the woods but doesn't anymore and those are the friggen sheep Dad bought last winter. He started out with 40 and lost almost half in the first week due to some real nasty assed cold weather. The last one is Mom standing in the front door of their house.