I hate diabetic neuropathy. Please don’t make me discuss it right now.

I’ve been awake practically all night, not counting a brief effort at 3:45 this morning that didn’t turn out very well. By the time Sam got home from work at 5 a.m. — that’s not a typo! — I was ready to get out of bed and do something completely different for a while. In case you’re wondering what the hell’s going on, it’s diabetic neuropathy again.

I hate diabetic neuropathy. Please don’t make me discuss it right now.

As long as I’m whining I might as well add that I had CHEST PAINS last night after eating dinner at twice the speed of sound. I decided to skip my original craving for pickles and Slim Jims (see previous post), choosing instead to gorge myself on a two-pound bag of Schwan’s California Blend vegetables consumed at breakneck speed because by then (well past 10 p.m.) I was starving to death. I enhanced the aforementioned truckload of vegetables with my favorite accompaniments: 1) too much I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter spray; and 2) Lawry’s seasoned salt. Then I ate a baloney sandwich.

It’s nearly 8 a.m. but you’d never know it. The sky is pitch black and there’s a lot of heavy rain rolling through here with a cold front, and another huge wave of rain and thunder will arrive by mid-morning. This is a VERY BIG DEAL because Texas has been in a drought situation for the last two years and I don’t ever want to run out of water for washing clothes, flushing the toilet or Five-Minute Stupid Soup.

I’d better stretch out in the family room for a while. If I don’t get some sleep my blood sugar will be a mess today. It’s always something, isn’t it?