That’s it?

    Is there something worse than being sick?

    On the list of potentials: Having your doctor be sick while you’re waiting for test results. Maddening, to have someone tell you the results are in, but you’ll have to wait until Friday OR MONDAY ARRGH for him to look at them.

    Excuse me? It’s MY blood. Just read me one number off the list and I’ll go away quietly.

    Of course it doesn’t work that way.

    But I just now got the magic number I wanted: 87. That’s my fasting sugar. Smack in the middle of the 70-110 happy range, way below the 126 instant diabetic label.

    Still got that history nipping at my heels, but apparently I’m staying ahead of it for now. Between that and the nice people at Tuffy telling me my brakes look just fine -– and I watched the U.S. men’s team win the bronze for America’s first-ever curling medal while I waited –- this is not too bad a day.

    Why aren’t I at work? Because it’s my turn to be there from early evening until around 1 in the morning. But in the meantime, the sun is shining and my whole diet doesn’t need immediate examination, and that’ll do.

    This post originally appeared on, the online home of the Midland (MI) Daily News. Republished with permission.

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