Take your pick!

OK...so I was going to get grumpy about the appalling behavior of my fellow audience members at the play I attended last week. But, don't get me started....

Then, I thought, no....I'll grump about the yuppie mommies (is "yuppie" still an appropriate derisive term?) who let their little darlings PLAY with the automatic door opening button. You know the one...it's for people who can't open the door by themselves. But, it's the favorite toy of indulged children who visit our establishment. We have a two-day school event involving something like 100 of the little dears. It can't be good for the device to be used as a toy. Never mind that it just took us 3 months and God only knows HOW many dollars to get the damn door fixed. I don't want to go through THAT again anytime soon. Plus, it's freezing outside, and when the button is pushed, BOTH the inner and outer doors hang open for something like a full minute or so. BRRRRR! Tomorrow, I shall be openly grumpy. Today, I just wore more enamel off my crowns.

But, I think what I'm really, really grumpy about is my health. It ticks me off to get old, first of all. But, like someone once said, "It beats the alternative." SIGH....

Anyway, I went to the doctor a few weeks ago. Finally got insurance AND some money ahead so I could pay the ridiculous deductible. So, I went to the doctor, and he tells me I'm diabetic. Well, hell...I knew that. I've been in major...I'm talking MAJOR...denial about it, complete with a very believable story as to why the PREVIOUS diagnosis I got about 3 years ago had to be wrong.

I used to think I really was a smart person. I'm beginning to wonder.

The latest news really made me grumpy. And, then I found out that our wonderful health insurance doesn't cover testing supplies. Yikes! Perhaps they'd rather I didn't keep tabs on my condition and stick them for a kidney transplant in a few years. But, I digress....

So, I got my little meter and my little test strips, and bought a bunch of low-carb food and, lo! I found that my blood sugar is all kinds of strange. Way, way up! Way, way low! Never "normal," not even when I eat just right. Plus, I take my meds right on time. I expected better. Nosirreee...not MY blood sugar. It's not going to cooperate. I just expected the critters in there to sit up and take notice and do the right thing the minute I started taking care of myself.

Apparently, it takes a while to reverse the situation. Apparently, I'm going to be punished for years of misbehavior. I guess there is some kind of justice in that. But, I'm not liking it. Not one little bit.

So, yeah...the grump is back. Take your pick as to why. I'm focusing on Door #3!