Saturday, February 20, 2021

Come as You Are Party: Healthy? Meh, Whatever. I Like Cheese.


We're gonna need to shred a little more than that!

This is my irreverent response to a post on Fiona McGier's blog.

If you wanna be healthy forever, drop whatever you're doing, grab an insulin pen, dial the desired number of units and stick yourself in the abdomen! It's all the rage! Everybody's doing it!

Oh, wait.

It's actually not a good idea if you aren't diabetic.

So...yeah. I'm doing it.

Dark chocolate is good. It requires fewer insulin units than milk chocolate. 

I like beer and wine but literally can't have more than a sip or two thanks to all my damn medications.

Sex? Even though I write spicy stories, I'm happier without it and all the hell that comes with it. I know, I know, there are good guys out there. I actually had one. He died. The rest were meh to terrible in their treatment of me, so my ratio isn't great and at this point I have the libido of a flat tire anyway and would just as soon not reinflate it. 

Also, I like cheese. Don't know how "healthy" it is in the scheme of things. Don't give a damn either. I just like it.

I have too many chronic health problems for anyone to see me as healthy. I've had to stop thinking of myself as defective because of them. It's not good for my mental health.


  1. I like cheese too. a lot. ditto dark chocolate.
    Some day I will learn to stop beating myself up for my inability to do what 'normal' people do. Some day.

    1. If you figure out how to do that, you'll have to tell me the secret!
      I finally qualified for disability payments, which is a massive relief.
      My biggest issue right now is this rash on my face. It's probably atopic dermatitis/eczema, but it's worse than I've ever seen it. It isn't terribly itchy and it doesn't hurt, but it looks dreadful. Fortunately, we ruled out lupus. At worst it might be rosacea, and that's fairly easy to treat.
      It's always something.

    2. I am thrilled to hear that you have finally qualified for disability payments. That has to make your life better. A big sigh on the rash. As you say, it is always something.

    3. My mother was very helpful. By which I mean she said with horror "your face is really broken out!"
      "It's eczema," I said.
      "No! It's really broken out!"
      "Okay. Well, I don't know what you want me to do about it."
      My mother also delightedly informed me of how much weight her neighbor has lost by "cutting almost everything out of his diet."
      Great, Mom. I'm not going to do that.
      It's always an adventure.


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