Yes tomorrow is "P"day.. Not "D" day... It is not a diet it is a "PROGRAM."

So my last weekend of enjoying things that I so much love and enjoy eating is soon winding down to an end. Today of all days I was in the Rite Aid picking up my prescriptions and walked past one of those bins were they put quick grab snacks, and there they were.  I could not believe my eyes bags of the snack size Herr's Potato chips.  Something that was extremely rare to see way out west in Oregon. It was like discovering Turkey Hill Iced Tea at Fred Meyers, if only they sold the gallon jugs there.  There they were sour cream and onion and regular, all for the taking.  Which I must admit I did, but it was only 1 bag each. After I left the Pharmacy with my purchases I tucked them away in my purse and headed home to deal with other problems that have risen with John at home.

He was sick, and my carpet paid the price, he was complaining of stomach pain and other things. So, after 15 minutes of coaxing him to get dressed and threatening him if he did not willfully go to the er with me I was going to call 911 and have them drag him out in his tighty whiteys. 10 min and 2 stops on the shoulder of the road I got him into the ER. His blood sugar was so high (780) he was diagnosed with DKA also known as Diabetic Ketoacidosis, which he could die from,(wikipedia Johnson and Johnson heir Casey Johnson she was type one diabetic and died from this over a year ago) and this was caused by not taking care of himself.   I have no sympathy for him, because he is doing this to himself. Plus his desire to "off himself" was the real reason why I took him to the hospital, but they have to treat him first before they do inpatient therapy for his depression. John is now resting comfortably in St.V's ICU, while they work on getting is blood sugar down.

Now back to me.  As I end this entry, you may get a little bit of a chuckle.  But I must say good bye to some of my loves and will always remember the good times we had... Mz brownie, Mr, Chocolate Chip cookie, Sweet little Starbucks Lemon Pound Cake... It was so nice to see you on my lunch break.  Oh I can forget my new love which only lasted a week, Mr. McFrappe at McDonald's, all good things must come to and end.  I am glad I was able to revisit Herr's it was sad when me and the empty bags parted.  New days are coming, and I am looking forward to them.....Oh the tears that I am holding back, but I know I will be ok.