So, today - more precisely - this morning I gave myself the first (of many) injections. Today's cocktail - Lupron Microdose in a Insulin needle. Good news - If I am ever diagnosed as a diabetic, I now know that I can actually shove a needle into my skin. Bad news – about 10 minutes after administering the medication I felt sick to my stomach and got a walloping migraine for my trouble. Hubster was good enough to check the side effects of the medicine (just to make sure that the two were related) and sure enough- voila! Instant gratification –well, that’s not the word I am really looking for, but the old noggin’ is a throbbin’ so it will have to do.
I decide that perhaps I should check on other known side effects and there is the usual list, headache (check) nausea (check) vomiting (nope) death, leukemia, dismemberment, osterioperosis and other icky things… great. Also, some possible hairiness- fabulous. Hubster! I don’t want to look like Hagrid!!!
By the way, I still hate the doctor… for many reasons too personal to go into here.
So that’s the personal status.
I came across a Golda Meir quote the other day that seem to fit the current world’s situation perfectly:
"We will have peace with the Arabs when they will love their children more than they hate us.”
I was reading the letters to the editor in the local rag when I saw it, then someone snatched the newspaper away (in all fairness, it was theirs.) I thought to myself, I need to remember that quote, because I want to post it on my blog. Then I was distracted – possibly by some bright shiny object, or not. When I remembered to post it, I had all ready forgotten parts of the quote. But fear not, I had found it elsewhere in the blogosphere.
Thank you, Little ole Lady.
(Oh yea, stick around and read the blog, she has some fabulous things to say. She will be joining the other links on the sidebar, when I get time.)