Ah Ha Ha Ha Stayin’ Alive…
Prior to looking up the lyrics, I never noticed the “Ah ha ha ha” bit (always just thought they were saying ah-ah-ah). Laughing in the face of death? Maybe I’m reading too much into this.
I’ve never watched the video before. Have you ever wondered what inspired a bunch of guys with lion’s mane haircuts to sing like schoolgirls? Until now, neither had I.
And because now you can’t get the song out of your mind, I give you…the Bee Gees.
You can sing it all day and drive your coworkers and family crazy. You’re welcome.
I like stayin’ alive. Furthermore, I like Hubby to stay alive. Without him, I wouldn’t have survived HellOnEarth (also know as Adoption Year One). Based on the pre-teen ‘tudes we’ve seen thus far, TeenHell is right around the corner. His presence is necessary and required.
We received a bit of a shock this week. Doctors. Don’t you love them?
Hello, sir, we’d like you to come in this week to discuss your recent blood tests.
When lab results are hunky-dory, these types of messages just aren’t necessary. My blood pressure went up a bit. I called, made his appointment and (since they wouldn’t give me information over the phone) joined him for the appointment.
“So,” the doctor smiled, “did you see the information I emailed you on the patient portal?”
Blank stare from both of us.
“No? I gave you some information up front to make this less of a shock.” She squinted. “You didn’t see it.”
We shook our heads.
“Well…then. Your test results are…not…great.” She sighed. “You have diabetes.”
Hubby has always known his hypoglycemia could turn to diabetes, but neither of us were prepared.
“And,” she continued, “I don’t mean to scare you, but the numbers are very high. So I don’t want to frighten you but we need to get this under control now. I don’t want you to worry, but we’re going to start you on medication immediately and you need to start eating small meals every three hours.”
Yeah. “I don’t mean to scare you, but.” The seven words you never want to hear from your doctor.
We know diabetes is manageable and many of the now-necessary life changes are ones we’ve planned to make anyway.
Having those changes imposed upon you…feels intrusive. Stupid diabetes. Stupid doctor. (Okay, okay, right, it’s not the doctor’s fault.)
We’ve been tossed into a world of checking labels and eating at certain times and pricking fingers for bloooo-oo-oo-oo—
Oh, sorry. I passed out. All good.
I think the hardest part of all this is recognizing that Hubby is human. He’s always been the stronger one. He’s my superman. Marvel Comics heroes have nothing on my guy (except Wolverine. But even so, Wolverine is my second choice AFTER Hubby). He has always been able to do anything.
He has maintained a full-load 4.0 GPA while working full-time and taking care of elderly parents, won horse shows (jumping), constructed buildings, rescued animals from city sewers, taught karate class, and put up with me for a loooooong time.
He can weld, cook enchiladas, create award-winning ads, restore old cars, connect with traumatized children, stunt drive, fabricate pretty much anything from metal, teach a college Bible study, lead a Scout pack and—did I mention—he puts up with me. Oh, and he’s a Black Belt.
And this isn’t even the entire list.
Of course, nothing has changed in the last 72 hours. He still spent the afternoon welding. Yesterday, he helped organize, set up and grill chicken for an annual Scout event. He went to work. He played with the kids. We went out with friends. He can still do everything he’s always done.
The only thing that’s really changed? We’re eating fewer carbs. (Finger sticking begins tomorrow and a visit with a dietitian is upcoming, so additional food changes may be on the horizon.)
I think I’m having a harder time with this than he is.
Every superhero has an Achilles Heel, right?
Maybe sugar is his kryptonite.
I KNEW IT! This proves it.
He IS a Superhero.
Posted on February 7, 2016, in Blogging101, Food, Health, Writing101 and tagged Black Belt, Diabetes, doctor, Health, healthier, healthy eating, kryptonite, Marvel Comics, sugar, super heroes, Superman. Bookmark the permalink. 7 Comments.