June 11th Carol Burns I love you, good-bye hair

I've been having a very difficult time regulating my blood sugar so I decided today to try to stop in on my Diabetes doctor. Now mind you I need at least three months advanced notice to get an appointment with this wonderful lady. She has saved my ass more times than I can count. She made sure I got arch supports because she examines my feet each time she sees me. She made me get a sleep study because she felt I had sleep apnea. She was correct and I now sleep because of her concern. She told me what was wrong with my sagging right eye. I still have a small problem, but nothing like it was originally. I won't go to the plastic surgeon and have it cut and snipped.

So that is why I love here, now someone that busy and with a double schedule today actually took time to come in and see me. Not only that, she gave me her private phone and told me to call her if things got bad again. I only wish that all health care providers would take her example of caring. She then turned me over to one of her assistants to help me get the prescriptions and insulin pens I will need to get back on track. The Chemo people know that this type of thing happens, but they do not have the experience or background to help you. Thank God for Carol.

While I was at the office I happened to put my hands through my hair and guess what happened. You got it, the hair came out in my hand. I told Carol she was privileged to be the first person to see my hair fall out. Now all of you bloggers get to see it also.

I got home from the doctors office and decided rather than to let the hair fall out as it may, I would give it a helping hand. Jim Bailey was telling me that the women love a man with a shaved head, so I'm excited to go to the next Harley meeting. By that time, I am sure I will have lost more than just the hair on my head.

Dear Darrin,

I appreciate the fact that I can't spell, and I have always wondered how do you look a word up in the dictionary when you have no idea how the hell you spel it? My mom got me a dictionary when I was about 10 and used to tell me to look it up and I said you find it for me mom and I'll read the definition. So thank God for spell check, but it doesn't check my grammer and if I can't come close to spelling a word correctly, it still can't help me.

Bev- If you are reading this, you know we are both excellent spellers as long as you know where we came from. We know what we are spelling, it's the rest of the world that can't figure it out.