little by little
been working on a few things off and on. revisiting old styles, old friends, just for the sake of keeping busy till the next big thing hits me. haven’t yet started on tackling the guitar, though i should at least start the prep work so that when the “next big thing” DOES hit, i won’t waste time on the tedious part of this and can just jump right in with inspiration champing at the bit.
a bit of a minor scare friday kept me from going into work. tim was complaining of bit of dizziness, feeling “off” and was clammy. he thought it was a panic attack but the numbness in his hands had me worried . not wanting to take any chances, i called in and made arrangements to take him into the doctor’s office. it turned out his sugar levels were pretty high. we got a lesson in diabetic care, considered our options regarding medication [he's already on several and the doc wanted to add another, well, had already added one to which tim hadn't taken due to what he'd read about it. we're still unsure about this whole drug pushing situation. our doc's been our family physician since before he went hmo, but part of his practice is pushing drugs, an experience i've dealt with first hand and have had my reservations about.] we were hoping to have seen the other doc, who is a bit more in tune and forthright about medication. but she was unavailable. tim had an EKG done which turned out normal. he has some follow ups next week, but it all gave us quite a scare, especially since he’s at an age [and physicality] where heart disease is a very real threat. we both are.
the coworker was kind of enough to say she could hold the office down herself so tim and i came home, at a light lunch and took a nap. diabetes is such mysterious and yet common ailment. like the common cold, there is no cure. i hate that tim suffers with this. i hate that ANYONE has to suffer with this. it is such a horrible thing. i know there are worse things out there, and i should be grateful that this is all he’s got, but i can’t help but be selfish and wish he didn’t have this at all. or that there was a cure for such a thing.
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i called bettie later that evening to see if our date was still on but she’d heard that alejandro escovedo cancelled, and well, neither of us were up to going out last night anyway. instead, i went over this evening, as she was having a dinner party with some close gal pals. great food, great company and a great time was had by all. after a few hours, we wound up heading over to Pearl’s [what used to be Mary Jane's and The BonTon Room, i'm guessing] and saw Mitch Jacobs and his band. wonderful rockabilly band covering doug sahm, elvis presley, dwight yoakum and johnny cash. i couldn’t keep up with those wild dancing women, so i headed out about midnight. i’m such a wuss these days. 
came home and spent the last few hours working.
