Lyndon and I have a handful of things that we just say to each other. At this point in our relationship we almost don't even need to say them because we just know they are coming. For instance when I make him mad (or vice versa) we say, "read my mind," which translated means "bite me", but we have 6 kids and don't want them to talk that way, hence the code words...we have lots of these. One of the ones that have been around forever goes like this...He says, "I love your butt" in which I reply "I love your pancreas". I know we are weird, sorry that's just how we are. Anyway the point of this post is that after all of these years of me telling him that I love his pancreas the darn thing up and quit working....that's right my hubby is a diabetic. A few days before Thanksgiving he listed off some really strange symptoms and since his brother has been diabetic since he was 14 he knew he needed to have it checked out. After a few doctor visits and a trip to the ER we seem to have figured out what is going on. He is a type 2 diabetic (this was hard for everyone to conceive because he is skinny and super active, but as for now the medication sans insulin is working pretty well). We have both responded in our typical way to respond to things. I am on about my 16th book trying to understand and he is getting the cliff notes version from me. He has a shelf in the fridge and a shelf in the cupboard. He will be annoyed that I posted this because he is a hush hush kind of guy. I have debated on this and here is the bottom line. If you love me you love him and I want you to put him in your thoughts and your prayers. I have been writing a post in my head for about a year titled, "10 reasons why you should marry a guy with ADHD", you can't believe the stuff the guy can accomplish in an hour, but at least for now that guy seems to be gone. He is tired, he hurts, and generally he is not himself. This is what I have found out in all of this. I LOVE taking care of him, he has always insisted that he take care of himself. I am honored to be his wife and while he doesn't love all this attention he is getting it anyway....even the boys stand in line to be the ones to poke him to check his glucose! Also as a side note, I have become obsessed with all things healthy! We really can't accomplish much when our health is crummy and after a year of pregnancy and recovering from a c-section, and this diabetes thing I am completely committed to making some necessary healthy changes in this house...I won't bore you with the details, but let me tell you I am on fire....
