Sweet Nectar / Néctar Dulce

La versión español está después de la versión inglés.

Although I’m not completely convinced, I’ve been told as a result of my latest blood work (at the public health center) that my Diabetes needs serious management. I’ve been on meds for about three years and was told I didn’t need to do anything else. This time, however, the new doctor didn’t like my results and doubled my dosage while putting me on two other meds for supposedly Diabetes-related issues. She made me see the Diabetes counselor immediately, who gave me a lecture on diet and exercise. When I told her about my activity level, she continued the lecture on diet.

Now I know I’m always sharing pictures of the sweets I enjoy (sorry I haven’t shared the actual sweets), but I go for long stretches with no sweets. Plus, I eat a healthy breakfast and lunch every day, and usually a healthy dinner (not a lot of fried food and, rarely, potatoes). I even have to cut out my two or three small beers per week). The specialist told me I wasn’t like most of her patients. An important factor, however, is that both my grandmothers were Diabetic when they were still fairly young.

I’ve been told by another doctor that it’s possible my “numbers” were high simply due to dehydration. However, I drink a minimum of 1.5 liters of water a day, and usually more than twice that. I’ll go back to my private doctor just to check in. She has my history.

I have a lot to learn. So here I sit — eating my usual roasted almonds with a change to sugar-free chocolate (which is surprisingly good). I can no longer drink sweet nectar. In surfer lingo, that means a “pretty woman”. In MY lingo it means “sweet nectar.” Here are some Spanish surfers, over the last three days, who don’t use the phrase. Our poor friends (yesterday’s blog post) have been cruising on these waves.


Aunque no estoy completamente convencido, como resultado de mi último análisis de sangre (en el centro de salud pública), me dijeron que mi diabetes necesita un tratamiento serio. He estado tomando medicamentos durante unos tres años y me dijeron que no tenía que hacer nada más. Esta vez, sin embargo, al nuevo médico no le gustaron mis resultados y duplicó mi dosis mientras me recetaba otros dos medicamentos por supuestos problemas relacionados con la diabetes. Ella me hizo ver al consejero de Diabetes de inmediato, quien me dio una conferencia sobre dieta y ejercicio. Cuando le conté sobre mi nivel de actividad, ella continuó la conferencia sobre dieta.

Ahora sé que siempre estoy compartiendo fotos de los dulces que disfruto (lo siento, no he compartido los dulces reales), pero hago largos períodos sin dulces. Además, tomo un desayuno y almuerzo saludable todos los días, y generalmente una cena saludable (no mucha comida frita y, rara vez, papas). Incluso tengo que cortar mis dos o tres cervezas pequeñas por semana. El especialista me dijo que no era como la mayoría de sus pacientes. Sin embargo, un factor importante es que mis dos abuelas eran diabéticas cuando aún eran bastante jóvenes.

Otro médico me dijo que es posible que mis “números” fueran altos simplemente debido a la deshidratación. Sin embargo, bebo un mínimo de 1,5 litros de agua al día, y generalmente más del doble que eso. Volveré a mi doctora privada para confirmar. Ella tiene mi historia.

Tengo mucho de aprender. Así que aquí me siento, comiendo mis almendras tostadas habituales con un cambio a chocolate sin azúcar (que es sorprendentemente bueno). Ya no puedo beber el néctar dulce. En la jerga surfista, “néctar dulce” significa una “comida” o una “mujer bonita.” En MI jerga, “néctar dulce” significa “néctar dulce”. Así que aquí hay algunos surfistas españoles, durante los ultimos días, que no usan la frase. Nuestros pobres amigos (de la entrada de ayer) han estado navegando en estas olas.

Eye Eye, Sir

Monday afternoon, I found myself swatting swarms of gnats and here and there a fly away from my face.

I never once hit one.

Floaters. In my left eye. It was very disconcerting.

Tuesday, the floaters were worse. Along with flies and gnats, I now had the most unusual inky looking swirling lines that changed in pressure and varied from black to sepia. I thought, “Well this is kind of beautiful and not at all annoying.” But the swirls were quickly gone, leaving only the gnats and flies.

Wednesday, when I noticed that, in addition to the floaters, the vision in my left eye had become slightly cloudy, I remembered that San Geraldo had recently had a similar experience in his right eye (the floaters, not the cloudiness). He didn’t describe his as anything so interesting or beautiful (but then, he wouldn’t). He went to the ophthalmologist and learned that he had a vitreal detachment, a common problem with sometimes dangerous results. He was fortunate that his required no treatment and has gotten less noticeable with time.

I thought, “Well, maybe I should call for an appointment.”

Then I told San Geraldo about the cloudy vision, and he said, “We need to go to Urgent Care.”

Well, I didn’t just have a detachment, I had a torn retina (probably a result of a violent sneezing fit early Monday) needing immediate surgery. The tear was medium in size and went far back, which made it difficult for the doctor to reach it all during laser repair. But so far so good. I have to go back Tuesday.

The worst part of all this — other than the fact that I can’t do any kind of physical activity for two weeks, although the doctor did tell me I could “stroll” if I liked. (I don’t know how to “stroll”! There’s fast and there’s less fast.) — Anyway, the worst is that I lost my mobile phone somewhere between the hospital and home and had to buy a new one today.

There is a lesson here: I probably should listen more to San Geraldo. Oh Captain, My Captain!