ok it's time for the blood results! I was all prepared to go to the doctor alone, and it seemed one by one, Alex wanted to go and help me translate, then Carme got out of work to meet me there also. I know I have to speak the language but I am not sure if my doctor can even speak Spanish. every time I have seen her, it's been in the most rapid Catalan I have ever heard (yet never understood).
Side note: as I have said a million times, Tossa is very small. so we end up doing two or three jobs to keep the small town running. My job is local computer tech and soccer coach. And that goes for my doctor, Imma. She is not only a doctor, but she is the town mayor. I am not sure how long her term is and how she is elected, but she is a very sweet and gentle person, despite not understanding her words. But I noticed her name, and not to make fun of this woman who I admire, but for my American friends, I just love this name...
Ok so I go in with my whole family for Imma to go over the test results of my blood work. as I already knew, with my cholesterol, I have too much of the bad and not enough of the good type. Signs of liver issues. But the part that really got me off kilter was the blood sugar test. Seems my body does not know what to do with my incredible sweetness. Oh sweet pancreas, don't fail me now. Imma asked if anyone in my family had diabetes, and I sat and thought on it. I actually did not know. I know my mother does not and my brother, but as for my biological father, I could care less. But it saddened me that I realize how little this man has given to me while possibly giving me way too much! I did remember that when I was younger and he and I WERE speaking, his father had died after complications but in the last few years of his life, if I remember correctly, he had his legs amputated due to complications with diabetes.
So I answered Imma, with an uncertain "no" and she just took it with a grain of salt. Well the good thing is that I don't have hepatitis or some other blood borne disease. I think that might be a bit difficult to explain to Carme! Still I was a little rocked by the diabetes. I mean yeah it could have been worse, but still I was a little worried. So Imma has scheduled me next week for another test involving me drinking this highly potent sugary mix and waiting around for 2 hours to take more blood. I will be bringing lots of comic books to say the least.
So I got home that night, still under a bit of the weather, dealing with the fact that I am getting older and still eating like a teenager. I spent the afternoon thinking about this impending diet Imma wants me to be on. No more pizza. Just vegetables and bean spouts...ugh! I called my mom to let her know what was going on and found out that out of my mother’s 11 siblings, all but 3 have diabetes. I was blown away. Also, she laid more family news on me as one of my younger aunts, I think she is 50, had been dealing with a failing kidney the past two weeks, and just had a heart attack while in the hospital. Things are not looking good for my aunt Alice. Still it puts my possible diagnosis in perspective. No matter how bad you have it, someone has life a little bit rougher. It would be selfish of me to sulk or turn inward. And instead, anything thrown at me can be handled because I have a little man who is depending on me. This is not curable but it is manageable. Who knows, maybe carrot sticks will not be too bad in the end.
I love you aunt Ree.
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