Misery Loves Company

Well, Hubs’ doc called the other night – rather late, I thought for a doctor call. He threw me because of the late hour, and the fact he called my phone instead of Hubs’. Hmmm… Seems the labs just came back. Hubs is Type II diabetic… just like me. Shit. He has his physical today, but the doc evidently had forgotten that and wanted to be sure he got the news right away. It threw both of us into a small tailspin until we both realized it could have been something much worse. This, at least, is treatable and with as “good” as I know Hubs will be, he’ll be right as rain in no time.

I told him… I hope this wasn’t God’s little trick to make ME be “good”… that just wouldn’t be nice, now, would it?

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11 thoughts on “Misery Loves Company”

  1. Well, that’s muggy. But, my mother has had Type II for 30+ years. She’s 92, still lives in independent living, is ambulatory with a walker, doesn’t have heart problems or high blood pressure. So, stay with the meds, and you’ll probably both do just fine. We’re all pulling for you.

  2. Kind of interesting how we do seem to be sent those “messages,” of getting ourselves back on track. I’m sorry to hear about your hubby, but like you said, I’m glad it’s something that’s somewhat controllable.

  3. If it’s gotta be diabetes, let it be Type 2. It’s better than Type 1. And thank goodness it’s not anything else. I’m sorry for Hubs.

  4. Oh, I am sorry to hear! But, as you’d stated, it could have been something worse, and thank God that it wasn’t! Now there’s just one more thing you two have in common! 🙂 I hope it all goes ok!

  5. Sorry to hear that but I think you’ll find working as a team on this problem will prolong both of your lives with more quality. I’m also happy it’s something treatable.

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