Sugar Is Sweet

So…today is the day after Halloween and I’m at home. There was a certain thrill on the first day of November in years past because it meant that I could score on a supply of surplus candy that was on sale at the grocery store. I’m not very picky about candy except for the stuff that has coconut in it. I’m not certain why, but I hate the texture and taste of shredded coconut. In any case I won’t be going to the store today in order to buy the things necessary to engorge myself on candy tonight. I still believe that candy should replace vegetables as a major food group. The thing is that I’m not certain which I would choose to omit from my list of the motorcycle accident injuries if I were miraculously given the choice by God; the aftereffects of the broken bones or the diabetes. A fully functioning body or candy…hmm.

I usually spend Wednesdays at home while working on a sermon for the evening service. Less than a year ago I had an “episode” while preaching at the pulpit in a church service. It began with a sick feeling inside, similar to nausea. I then began to sweat profusely, followed by unsteady balance and lightheadedness. Within a few minutes I was in a world of my own mentally. Two people came up to grab me (a deacon and my wife) and led me to a seat. After a couple of minutes I regained my composure and actually finished the sermon. Weird stuff.

 I think that it was the result of hypoglycemia, but my endocrinologist thought that it was a cardiac episode. When I told him that I had been checked out by my cardiologist two months earlier (EKG, CT scan, etc. due to a ruptured aorta from the accident) he relaxed a little. I never did receive a definitive answer as to what caused the event, but I’ve stopped caring at this point. What I do now is rest on Sundays between the morning and evening services, and I stay home on Wednesdays before the evening service. I try to make sure that I don’t do anything that will tax my physical resources in a way that will interfere with preaching. I also make certain to eat enough carbs, although I’m usually very careful about what I eat regardless. I’m a little animated in my sermon delivery style, so energy is a must.

I never thought of these things before the accident and the resulting injuries. I just sort of lived life and did the things that any given day demanded of me. I must be truthful in saying that sometimes it really stinks to feel as though I’m frail and that I need special care. Life goes on.