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Well, it finally happened. If you are a follower of my column, you remember that the last few articles have dealt with germs and cold-like symptoms. As it turns out, I became ill a few days ago myself. I can say without risk of exaggeration that this was the single most horrific, debilitating disease that any human has ever contracted.
You have probably heard the old saying that suicide rates peak around December. This would make sense given that people associate depression with winter and that many believe holiday cheer amplifies loneliness and hopelessness for people who have lost loved ones.
You know the drill. You wake up for work and your throat is sore, you are coughing your head off, and you feel like you’ve been hit by a Mac truck. You certainly feel bad enough to stay home, but you know that there are things to do at your job so you go in anyways.
I have an upcoming speaking event in December that will have me traveling to Nashville, Tenn., as a guest speaker on Healthcare Education and Management at the Association of Career and Technical Education’s Vision 2017 conference.
My toddler son and I take a weekly trip to Jasper General Nursing Home to visit with his “Me-Me” as well as (what seems like) half of the other residents. No visit to Grandma is complete without stopping by the bird cage for him to watch the six small birds (I believe they are Wrens, but I am no biologist) and laugh as they fly around.
Last week, we discussed National Diabetes Awareness month. Several readers wrote to inform me that it was also Alzheimer’s Awareness month. I am ashamed to say that this wasn’t even on my radar even though I have friends and family that have suffered from this disease.
November has been designated national American Diabetes Month. With Halloween gone and Thanksgiving/Christmas around the corner, this a great time to discuss the ins and outs of living with diabetes.