I have had trouble sleeping every day this week. It’s not so much that I can’t sleep at all – I have no trouble falling asleep, but if I wake up in the middle of the night for whatever reason (last night it was a killer hot flash), I find it very difficult to go back to sleep. So I’ve been up since 3 a.m., which has pretty much been the norm since Sunday night.
Menopause is a wonderful thing.
We’re getting all ready to go watch our side of beef be cut this afternoon (hopefully I won’t be too terribly brain-dead from lack of sleep), and tomorrow I’m making a 3-course fondue dinner for The Young One and five of his friends for his 17th birthday. Sunday morning, I’m making them all breakfast.
I’ve never claimed to be in my right mind, you know.
At any rate, I hope you’ll forgive my lack of substance today. I had a long post planned after all the Paula Deen brouhaha, but I’m just not up to it today.
When I was growing up in the 1970s, I knew exactly two people with diabetes: a young friend who was type 1, and my great-grandmother, who developed type 2 in her 60s. Which was pretty much the norm – so much so that type 2 was often referred to as “geriatric diabetes.”
Three of the seven employees in our office is diabetic (another is prediabetic); the spouse of one of our co-workers is diabetic; The Young One’s grandmother is diabetic; my ex-husband is diabetic; the young daughter of the hygienist at my dentist’s office is diabetic; my father-in-law is diabetic. These are just the people I can think of off the top of my head – the people in my immediate circle of family, friends and acquaintances. I’m sure each of these people could cite a like number of their friends, family and acquaintances with the disease.
There is something at work here, and few of the “experts” can agree what that is.
How about you? How many people do you know who are diabetic? Do you have any opinions on what is driving the “epidemic?”