My wife and I hosted a surprise 40th for a family friend last night. I had organised this party before all this Diabetes shit happened to me and instead of canning the whole thing I had this thought
“You’re going to have to go to this thing no matter where it is, Lee. SO why not keep it at your house and then you don’t have to go anywhere and if you get bored or sick of watching everyone else smash piss and have a good time, you can just slink off to your bedroom, lock the door and go to sleep”. So, I did just that. The ‘surprise’ part of the night went down a storm and our birthday boy was totally thrilled about it. Then me and all 8 of the guests retired to the back of the property where we had lit a fire and had the sounds cranking. A real westie kind of hang out. I do bloody love a good fire, what male doesn’t? In fact. Ladies do me a favour. Watch your mans face the next time he (or someone else) lights a fire. If there isn’t a smile on his face and a twinkle in his eye, he’s not a real man and is probably some sort of futuristic organic cyborg that has been sent back in time to steal the eggs from your ovaries so that he can repopulate his once thriving intergalactic race of cybergenic organisms. Bloody love a good fire, me! I love how drunk people get repetitive…………I must have heard the same fucking story about fishing three or four times from my brother in law and it’s not a bad thing because he tells his stories with such intensity and flare that it’s hard not be captivated by his yarns. On the third listen though, it got a bit shit. This was the first situation where I was in a position with the people in my life that I’d usually drink with week in week out. I was quite surprised at how much people were drinking. I never noticed it before, drinking was always so effortless to me and I’d never keep track of how many drinks I had had. As I watched these slaves to the drink keep pouring this shit down their gullet I wondered just how many of these ginger beers (my choice of beverage for the evening) I could, no, I would WANT drink in one night and I arrived at my answer before I even finished the thought. One. Max. Now these guests of mine were smacking piss like it was going out of fashion I reckon that the biggest drinker there would have had at least 24 drinks in the evening. There’s no way I would drink 24 cans of Coke or Sprite or any other soft drink for that matter…. I only had one bottle of Ginger beer (Bundaberg 750 ml) throughout the whole night and towards the end of the bottle I was thinking “I’m only drinking this because I feel like I have to finish it otherwise it’ll be a waste”. My reasoning for having a carbonated sugary drink was simple. This must be better for me than the copious amounts of piss I’d usually drink on a night like this. And I was right. I woke up this morning without a hangover and feeling great. I have to tell you – Waking up without a hangover was such a great feeling. I did have a few toots on a doobie that was being passed around and ended up getting way too high. I didn’t like it. I have such a low tolerance for that stuff these days because I very rarely (and I do mean VERY RARELY) smoke. Like a once, maybe twice a year deal. I felt uneasy and less confident and quite fidgety and agitated. I do miss getting drunk. I don’t think that substituting one vice with the other is the answer, here. Though smoking Satan’s Silverbeet certainly did bring back some nostalgia for me. I used to smoke a shit tonne of weed in my teenage years. Good times. I slunk off to bed around 12:30am without announcing it to anyone and the partied continued to rage on. I had a great time. I do miss getting drunk, though. The following day (Sunday) I had my BIG DAD OUT catch up. I run a group for dads in Auckland called THE BIG DAD OUT. We meet up every Sunday at The Hangar bar in their upstairs function area, we take our kids along and have a quiet beer (not me anymore) and enjoy some half-priced bar snacks and each other’s company. It only dawned on me the other day that if you don’t get the ‘BIG DAY OUT’ festival reference, it just sounds like a bunch of gay dads getting together. It’s a lot of fun and we have a good group of around 12-15 dads that come every weekend with their kids. WHERE WERE YOU TODAY, LADS?!! It was only myself and my good friend Glen, today! This was great though. Glen is a man of medicine, well he’s not a man made of medicine like some obscure character from The Mighty Boosh or anything, he’s a paramedic and works for St Johns (bloody good cunts those St Johns fella’s). He was a breath of fresh air to be around and his two boys Zac and Beau were a pleasure to be with, too. He didn’t offer me any dieting advice or tell me what kinds of exercising I should be doing (like everyone else has been doing). Instead he took the time to explain to me in laymans terms, just what diabetes is and just what is going on inside my body because of this. I’m gonna attempt to regurgitate what he said to me today and Glen, and I KNOW you’re reading this; if I get it wrong – you’re a shit explainer and should have done better. Right, so here we go in bullet point format.
In a nutshell, my body isn’t using the sugar that I am putting into it correctly and so my body thinks that what it needs to do is have more sugar when in actual fact, there is a shit load of sugar in my body all up in my bloodstream but there is not enough insulin to give it access to the cells that need to use it for energy and as we all know – unused sugar turns into………………….Fat. Correct, well done class. The medicine I am on (Metformin) is acting as an insulin substitute and is helping the sugar that I put into my body (which is fuck all, nowadays) get turned into energy for my cells. I have already noticed a massive drop in my daily water intake and I am no longer feeling tired all the time. Someone said to me the other day “Wow Lee, you have a spring in your step” My steps have springless for the past 6 years or so, so to hear that made me feel great. I have also upped my daily goal on my Fitbit from 5000 steps to 8000 steps. This may not seem like much for you, but for me this is massive. I’ll be getting over 10,000 steps in no time. I’m gonna make this Fitbit my bitch!
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Steve Miles
6/9/2018 11:26:47 pm
Awesome read brother..
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Glen
6/10/2018 04:11:51 am
Great to catch up today bro! You've got this sussed. And yup you must have been listening today! , diabetes is fascinating in how it works, it's a bloody crafty disease, tricking your wee cells until one day you have no legs and all your organs are poked.
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