Well, OK, Then

 I think I said somewhere that I would post my progress on NaNoWriMo. So here it is, almost the end of November, and it was a dismal failure. I take full responsibility, of course. I can say I did some writing and figured a few things out, etc., but, bottom line, dismal failure. 

That's OK. 

I can throw up a defense. We got involved in selling our house and in finding the apartment we wanted downtown. I'm very happy about that. It wasn't so much the time that took, but the mental diversion, the distraction, that affected Nanowrimo so much. Negatively impacted, for those of you who work at big corporations. 

Thanksgiving was good. Had turkey, prepared and cooked by the good people at Brio Italian restaurant at the Country Club Plaza in Kansas City. The chef threw in a piece of what I guess could be called pumpkin spice cheesecake. Somehow, and I'm no cook, but they managed to put three pounds of sugar into a one pound piece of cheesecake. Mmm. Bent the needle on the carb-o-meter. 

Nah, I'm doing OK.  After being prescribed some evil medication that causes the pancreas to produce insulin, and taking it for a month or two and then gaining a bunch of weight, because that's what that does, and then stopping taking it on my own, I have lost the weight and am now back down to where I was and I feel pretty good. I'm a little pissed that my doctor just mailed me the prescription with my HbA1c test results with no explanation of either the need for it or its possible side-effects. 

So, I am thankful that my illness is not so advanced nor severe that I can't get away with this, that I am holding my own, and I could get a new doctor and all that. I'm getting a little disenchanted with "modern medicine" where, it seems, so much of the time the cure is just as bad as the disease. 

I shouldn't bitch, but, damn. 

I hope a-aaalll of you out there had a good Thanksgiving.