I seem to recall in my twenties either a psychic or my Aunt, (whom my mother always called the "witch") not because she had a bad temperament, but for her psychic abilities, told me my mid-fifties would be fraught with an assault of health problems. Not necessarily diabetes-related, not alarming, but a noying.
At 56, having just returned from a sports orthopedist with my hand in this very lovely, restrictive brace, I tend to think that was a correct diagnosis. The hand brace is not due to some fabulous sp orts inju ry, that would at least recognize m y athleticism, but tendonitis.
Some months ago I was in a boot cast fro 12 weeks because of a fall and straining my ankle. That was diagnosed as anke tendonopathy. When i look inm y closet I notice a wardrbe of braces.
All to sa y, I may not be posting as freqnetly as usualllllllllll for as you've probably noticed t yping in this thing doesn't work very well. Sorry, I got too tired to correct all themistares after the first pa ragrph. My blood sugar testing andinjecting will also prove a bit more challenging I suspect.
I will continue to post, however, on The Huffington Post, well, a girl's gotta see her name somewhere. You can still follow those articles here.