One more appointment to go. [View all]

THIRTEEN doctor's appointments (primary and specialists) between this past Dec 1 and tomorrow.

If I die, my estate better pursue getting all of these $50.00 co-pays refunded.

I shouldn't complain...for a 67 year old Type 1 diabetic, I'm doing quite well. Bloodwork is good. I'm still strong physically. I have my share of problems that I like to complain endlessly about, but I don't think they are going to kill me soon.

Tomorrow is the one I'm dreading. It's eyeball shot day.

Now, I've calculated that I've given myself more than 65,000 injections (5-6 per day) over the past 30+ years. Needles are nothing to me. I can give myself a shot easier than I can take a pill.

But the eyeball injection makes me feel like a little kid dreading a shot.

As I'm sure some of you here know, the eyeball injection doesn't exactly hurt, except for the pressure you feel when the medicine goes in.

It's just the thought of the whole thing that wigs me out. Makes you feel like you're in A Clockwork Orange.

That's all I got...you all have a good day.