If you were on a debate team, what general subject would you relish debating?
If I were on a debate team, the rest of the team would kick me off. I do not relish debating of any kind. I don’t like to listen to people argue and it makes me uncomfortable when opposing views lead to heated exchanges. I am blessed/cursed with being able to see both sides of the story. This is not to say I don’t have informed (and in some cases no doubt misguided) opinions about things, but I rarely feel the need to shove my beliefs down someone else’s throat. I am the peacekeeper, planted firmly on the fence.
What’s your strongest sense?
Well it sure isn’t my hearing. Another reason why debating is not my thing. I would misinterpret the arguments and call the opposite side idiots. I don’t think you get points for that.
My sense of smell is pretty good. Especially if something is burning, I’m likely to notice it before anyone else does.
What would you name the autobiography of your life?
Blessed and Cursed: My Life on the Fence
List your favorite flavors or types of tea.
I don’t like to be all negative in a post, but I hate tea even more than I hate debating. It doesn’t matter how you try to dress it up with different flavours, it’s still tea. I quite like teapots though. Not everything about tea is bad.
Bonus question: What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am grateful for my appointment with the Primary Care nurse and for all the information and advice she gave me about diabetes. She drew on a white board with dry erase markers (this appealed to the artist in me I guess) pictures of the liver, the pancreas, and a big fat blood cell or artery or something. Glucose was represented by little red X’s and insulin by little green triangles. Then there were many arrows pointing in every which direction. Now I understand why my fasting blood sugar readings are consistently high in the morning even though I have not been sleep walking/eating during the night.
Activity and weight loss are the magic words here, along with the medication which is supposed to make my liver and pancreas less confused. The nurse had more medically relevant terminology for the process. I am really starting to enjoy my walks now, since they involve less huffing and puffing and gasping and cursing under my breath. Or lack thereof. And I have changed my eating habits so that I eat all three meals and two snacks, so it feels like I’m doing nothing but eating all day long. This makes not eating anything after 6:00 p.m. a piece of cake. So to speak.
W has his hip surgery next week. Both of us will be grateful to have that behind us.
Oh yeah….Halloween is tomorrow. W bought enough mini chocolate bars to last us for the next six Halloween nights. He says it is because he hates to run out, although I’m not sure how he knows what that feels like because we NEVER run out. Ever.
Amazingly enough I have not been tempted by them. My taste buds are not grateful for that, but I’m pretty sure my liver is.
Happy Halloween (in case I don’t make it back here tomorrow to say that). Hope you’ve had a great week.