I apologize for the truncation on the blog last week; I had
a dandy entry lined up for Thursday’s
Silent
Movie Spotlight, and because I wasn’t
able to produce an entry in
TDOY’s
weekly examination of the
Crime Does Not Pay series, this means that
blog godmother S.Z. (
World O’Crap alumnus) probably
went out and hit up a couple of liquor stores.
(That’s a little Facebook joke, son.)
About a week or so back, I had an appointment with the
endocrinologist…and he told me he thought it was kosher to start taking
Metformin for my diabetes (he was certain they wouldn’t mess with my kidneys or
anything). Which was a most encouraging
thing to hear, because insulin is not cheap.
They ease you into taking the Metformin; you down a pill a day for four
days, then increase it to two a day for another four days…and then eventually
take three pills a day. I was two days
into the three-pill regimen when I woke up one morning and just didn’t feel
right. I had nausea fit to beat the
band, and a lot of light-headed dizziness.
I suspected right off this was due to the Metformin (I did a
little research into the side effects…only I had to do this online because my
copy of
Stacia’s Big Scary Medical Book
was apparently repossessed during the 2016 election) but I was also a little
concerned because my symptoms eerily mirrored those that occurred during
my
little misadventure in 2010. I gave
the endocrinologist’s a ring to explain the situation…and they advised me to
stop taking the pills immediately, necessitating a return to the insulin. (An expense I need, by the way, like a moose
needs a hat rack.)
So I took a little mini vacation to get the “poison” out of
my system, and as such it’s B.A.U. here at the
Thrilling Days of Yesteryear blog. Again, mea culpa for taking so long to give
you the heads-up.
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