Friday, April 13, 2012

I Mean It

Flashback to a few weeks ago.  I'd had a terrible day.  Blood sugar stuck above 200 all day, no matter what I did.  Changing my set, rage bolusing, none of it made a difference.  That bg would not budge.

I was done.  It was one of those days when I wanted so badly to quit on diabetes.  I had been texting my husband about my hellish day, and he was his wonderful supportive self.

He asked what I wanted to do for dinner, and I replied that I didn't care, as long as it was low carb.  And thinking about that made me mad again.  Stupid diabetes!

Josh replied not to worry about it, that he would figure out dinner.

And I came home to this:




Baked tilapia, grilled asparagus, and herb salad.  All prepared by my husband.  Just for me, nice and low-carb and delicious, after a terrible day.

When I say he is my Type Awesome, I mean it.

7 comments:

  1. Your husband rocks, big time. :)

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  2. you are one lucky girl!! i sometimes wonder if my husband knows where the kitchen is???

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  3. For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Unfairly, you got "the diabetes"...but deservedly you got "the great mate." It is that kind of balance that makes a little more sense out of life.

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  4. In reading your article, all I needed to do was hover the mouse over your "my husband" link and I saw "my-husband-is-amazing.html". Then I knew exactly where this was going. Diabetes or not, you sure are lucky!

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  5. Aww. That's so sweet. I'm slightly jealous. As wonderful as he is, my husband knows how to grill and how to make Ramen.

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