The Numbers Game

I went to the doctor a week and some change ago, and have been waiting patiently for the results of my labs.  I finally got them yesterday, and was thrilled to learn that I'm succeeding in my efforts to reclaim my health.   

This little visit to the doctor was an important one, as it needed to justify me staying off the type 2 diabetes drug I was on.  My numbers (my A1C) was low enough to get off the drugs six months ago, but since I haven't been on the drugs, I was really afraid that they would have risen past the point where I would need to get back on the 'betis pills.  HOWEVER, I am proud to report that my attention to diet, exercise, refusal of booze (save for my birthday), have paid off in spades, and I have actually dropped that number from 6.1 (while I was on the pills) to 5.6 (off the pills).

Now, that's not to say that I can go back to my cheeseburger and a six-pack for lunch ways.  It just proves to me that I've thwarted this beast for now, but it's still hiding in it's proverbial cave to spring out on me and devour my pancreas if I fuck up my heath again.

Here's where I talk about weed:

I think smoking marijuana saved my life.  (Quit laughing!)  When I decided to make a real life change, one of the things I was concerned about was not drinking.  I mean, I drank a lot.  Every day.  For a long damn time.  When it was time to toss the bottle, I picked up the potpipe more often to help me deal with not drinking.  It worked.  Turns out, I'd rather smoke the weed than drink the beer.  I've also found that it calms my mood enough on a daily basis so that I got off the anti-depressants I was on, hardly ever have anxiety attacks anymore (so, I'm not taking the Xanax either), and focus better on job tasks, clean my house more, read more, watch more movies and less TV.   Also, I'm never hung-over so getting to the gym every other day is totally do-able.

So, if you're currently whining about how short-sighted I am, and how this is just substituting drinking for another vice, and how maybe it's working now, but later I'll pay the price for being stoned so much....yadda, yadda....   If you're thinking that....well, fuck you.  I found something that is working.   My doctor even told me that if it's working, not to change it.  I'm seeing him regularly, and he's checking out all my "numbers" for my heart (never healthier), my kidneys (improving with my diet), cholesterol is low (THC reduces cholesterol), and so on and so on and so forth.  Proving that, in my case (and that's the only one I give a damn about), smoking the Maryjane has been a good thing.

So, I'm gonna keep smoking the weed.  I like it, and it's keeping my nose clean enough to keep me alive and out of a diabetic coma, so fuck you.  We all got some kind of crutch we lean on to keep us from devouring our own soul with the daily bullshit and keeping everything from spinning wildly out of control.  My crutch is actually pretty normal.  I haven't adopted some fucked-up religion, or bought a ridiculous convertible, or cheat on my wife (no way, no how), I smoke a little weed and go to the gym.  Not so bad.  

Usually, I wait until everything is done for the day, all my to-do's have been checked off.  I've made dinner for wifey, she's in her pj's and happy, the dog has been walked, the dishes done, and the phone is turned off.  Then I get some serious levels of high.   My wife (who doesn't really do the weed) likes to mess with me a little when I'm high, but it's cute, and she loves me, and I trust her, so no worries.

What is the big fucking deal, anyway?

I'm healthier than I have been since I was 18.  Maybe more.  I'm happy too.  Just a little stoned sometimes.  Nobody is getting hurt.  Not even me.

So, if you have a problem with the weed, fuck right off.