Then only did I realize how much danger I was in. My base sugar level i.e. my fasting level, was at a dangerous 12.8, and those of you familiar with diabetic readings know how dangerous this level of reading is. No wonder I was always feeling tired, and nothing I did could ease the tightening on my shoulders. It must have been a mild stroke that had caused my right side to freeze up and tighten the way it did. At first I suspected that, but had then dismissed it; I realize how I should have listened to my instincts.
It was obvious that my diet was way out of line, my hefty daily breakfast of wantan noodles and lunches and dinners of yong tau foo, hokkien mee and other carbo rich stuff on my menu was slowly but surely killing me. No wonder then that when I started taking my post dinner readings, it was at an alarming 18.7… the kind of level that can bring sudden, silent death! Now I understand how seemingly healthy young men of forty
or so can suddenly drop dead, as has happened to at least four people I knew. It was then that I realized why my doctor friends kept reminding me that diabetes is the silent killer!
How then can I be travelling when I should be attending to my suddenly revealed condition, when I need to be making major changes in my eating lifestyle? Surely in my condition it is dangerous for me to be flying? I was about to cancel, but Hanni told me Rinpoche was planning to do a very special puja for me. She persuaded me that it was vital for me not to succumb to obstacles preventing me from receiving exactly the kind of spiritual help I needed to recover. Besides, I was getting the correct oral medications and in correct doses. I knew how to take the daily blood tests, which my niece Audrey (qualified pharmacist whose knowledge of diabetic medications is amazingly up-to-date) taught me to do. I realized Hanni was right, that I had to fly to Rinpoche, who has become like family to me. I had
Here we are at Sun Moon lake with its beautiful mountains as the backdrop. An innocent enough tourist type photograph that reveals little of the magical undertones of that special visit!
moments when the tightening of my shoulder and upper arm was so terrible it felt like something inside me was slowly but surely suffocating my muscles to death. Tere were obstacles that almost stopped me from going. A week before we flew to Taiwan, a typhoon was headed their way. Te weather forecast predicted cloudy skies and rain in Taichung. Scarier even were the results of a blood test I did as part of my annual check up that showed my blood sugar levels were at a horrendous level. I always knew I was diabetic, but had simply assumed that since I was on medication, that everything was fine.
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