I'm baaack...

Not that I actually left.  For me, real life will always trump the virtual world.  Now those who know me, know my whole life was re-written by the net in the form of one balding fat furry Welshman - so it's ironic that the net and I aren't the best of friends.  Mostly because without Tone to "chat" to incessantly, the net is boring to me.  I have a life that's already filled to the brim and I'm always trying to find ways to slip more and more into it - writing, cooking, writing about cooking - you get the picture.

But lets catch up,  the last time we spoke there was the looming death-by-sugar axe swinging above my neck.  I'm not happy to say that little thing called diabetes was "confirmed" when my blood went from 14.9 ten days ago, (UK scale, normal is between 5-6), to 17.6 five days later...  Have got meds to take nightly and a blood letting machine of my very own, on a side note; Tone's green with jealousy as my unit is the newest and fabiest on the market and his was built in the dark-ages, more a medieval torture device than medical procedure, heehaw.

So, there it is... I'm newly diabetic.  Have to say I'm not taking it well.  Have been about as pissed off as any brilliantly talented, newly diagnosed, diabetic pastry chef could be.  I mean really, REALLY pissed off.  Though, I think I'm starting to getting around that slowly.

But my vow is this; I may have diabetes, but I will not be a diabetic!  It's important that I will not let this change me.  I will not let this be what I'm defined as.  I'm still me and I will continue to be a brilliant pastry chef... I just can't sample the goods in fits of gluttony as I would have before.

Rock on and lets start a new day!

Dodging bullets

You go through life with lots of moments that change the course of things... You know what I mean, you dawdle a little too long at the mirror and miss the train that breaks down or you make the extra effort to be on time, and the car breaks down.

Despite my gluttony of sweets and unashamed love of baking and creating new confections I've always managed to stay on the good side of things, health wise.  Yeah, there's extra pounds, but you can never trust a skinny cook I always say.

So it was more than just a little overdue perhaps when reviewing recent blood results to have the good Doctor ask,  "Oh dear.  Are you diabetic?  Your readings are nearly three times normal!"  

But there is hope behind this reading.  The test results also indicated that my blood had clotted at the time of the taking, so that may also have skewed things, therefore was up bright and early to visit my favorite vampire this morning to take repeats... 

Feeling (not unjustifiably) a little like a paper target and the whistle of the bullet is closing in... will let you know in a couple days!