It's New Years Eve. Three years ago today, almost exactly at the time I'm publishing this, I was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes and haven't been the same since.
When I was diagnosed my normal 215lb body was under 150 and was close to death. the only way i could cry was in silent prayer for release. When the doctor told me my blood sugar almost 500 (normal range is 70-120) all I could matter-of-factly say was, "oh."
Once I got insulin into my body and my blood sugars started to normalize i felt a relief and new lease on life. Two months afterwards I actually had a dream that i was traveling through the Egyptian underground toward final judgement and half way through a disembodied voice came to me and helped me escape to the surface. That visit from the psychopomp still resonates with me and I'll never forget it. The message I got was, "This is not how you will die, you got a lot more to do here."And although the purpose is still unclear, it really has been an interesting three years so far.
I also started probation for marijuana possession the next day. so my first 18mo were actually restrictive. But this allowed me to concentrate on getting healthy. I read and read about diabetes and was able to get my sugars down and consistent with relative ease. This first year I went down from an HbA1c of 16% at diagnosis to 5.9% in nine months.
I hovered around 6% for the following year being a little more relaxed in my diet; meat and veggies only almost literally was getting a bit tiring. But i still managed to stay just above that 6%. In June that second year My aunt died. I was at the end of my probation, this is when the good things started to happen.
My probation officer gave me a call after i turned in my permission slip to got out of state (she lived in LA) and told me I don't need the permission because I was being taken off probation! (there was a possibility of it being extended another 18mo) So I could once again travel as I please; which is nice because I love to travel and hope to do more of it because I don't have the opportunity to do much of it.
Second, I got to go to my aunts funeral and actually grieve. I didn't get this opportunity when her son, my cousin, died a few years earlier. I have yet to visit the tree that was planted with his ashes, which is growing wonderfully from what I understand, my uncles visits it regularly. My aunt was a wonderful but sickly woman, some of it self induced, but was every bit the Texas sweetheart from Amarillo you'd expect.
Third, on the greyhound down to LA I actually met a red haired woman that kinda clued me in to these happenings being significant. Although I didn't get physical with Babalon, we did get intimate for those 24hrs we were with each other. And she helped re-awaken my desire for companionship which has been going well recently.
Fourth, I got a job a few weeks after I returned from the funeral. For the last year and a half i have been making jewelry as a forger/fabricator and Nashelle Designs. A great job, and a good start to my career in metalworking. Going to college for 3-4 years and getting nothing out of it helped me to realize pursuing a trade was the way to go. I do not regret dropping out, besides I have found another avenue for my intellectual pursuits. . .
. . . Living History. More on that later.
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