Due to the fact that my doctor told me "Look, you are beating the crap out of your pancreas", I have two choices, I can resolve to eat as few carbs as possible and learn to Understand food in a better way in order to Not wind up with diabetes, OR, I can just become a diabetic. I am not fond of either, so I think I shall Learn about the Human body and understand EXACTLY how each food affects it ( mine specifically, because blood sugar roller coaster rides really suck, now that I know that is what has been happening ). Sticking meself 5 times a day to test for sugar levels REALLY sucks, especially when each test costs $1.25 and that does Not include the blasted Lancet.
I resolve to figure out EXACTLY what the devil is wrong with me, my pancreas and my blood. There, one I can and Shall keep.
I thank all the possible mystical, or non-mystical forces which have brought me to my current doctor. She Rocks and is very honest with me and treats me with respect. Woo Hoo!!
Second resolution, I refuse to fly again. One easily kept also. My sister will have to fly to me if she wants to see me again. Or, I need a new car and will drive out there. The TSA and freakin' terrorists have led me to decide that tis better to stay home and live normally, rather than be treated like a piece of doggy poo in lines where they act like they shall Swoop upon you with Cattle prods if you even speak in line, do not move 'properly', or Do move when their tiny little clerk-like power to mess up your life Forever is motivated by some mysterious passive-aggresive rage known only to them, or you have a beating heart and a soul. I really do like flying btw.
Aha! So, Bob's yer uncle... very clever.