The sun seems to be shining again, Mi, albeit weakly. This morning I got the computer fixed. I didn’t worry about data. I figured we’d have or retrieve what we needed. Funny how death and related grief give us such a different perspective on life. […]
Memories from another day . . .
Sury has left for Mumbai today, Mi, and will be back on Tuesday – 16th. He was undecided whether to go because of Vidur’s neck pain – suddenly he developed a severe pain the day before yesterday. Turns out his heavy school bag is the culprit. Imagine. So now we have to convince him not to carry his entire surroundings in his bag. That WILL be a challenge! Poor chap can’t turn his head this way or that way.
My tummy is still upset. I am grateful I work from home, you know. And luckily Vidur also has the day off from both school and music class. Their teacher is busy with something this weekend and had informed in advance. So he put this time to good use and caught up with his Physics practicals writing work and preparing for the exams.
We had a rather quiet day at home as I also had work to do. The computer has crashed, so I tried calling various people – it is crazy how people won’t respond. So I decided finally, after 6 phone calls, to abandon it for the weekend and get back to dealing with it on Monday. Deciding that made me feel very relieved. Lucky I have a laptop to work with and so does Vidur. He uses my old laptop for his stuff. I am just praying I can start up the computer at least once to back up data just in case we have to reinstall the OS as it means we might lose data. I am leaving it to Fate now, and hoping for the best.
Since Vidur is so fond of it, I made baingan bhurta today and he relished it very much. We thought of you so much and wished you were with us to enjoy it. I imagined you grinning away as you watched me cook, like you used to.
I once remember you were laughing nonstop and wouldn’t say why. Then finally when you could control yourself, you told me that the sight of me in shorts and the towel in my hair, veebhuti on my forehead on a festival day was so hilarious to you. Just because others dress in a saree…awwww. That memory now made me cry.
Every day as I roll out the chapatis, I feel you in my heart. I talk to you in my head. I miss you so much when I have to plan the menu for the day. It is so lonely to do it by myself you know.
Did I tell you I took the RISC test when I was at the writers convention last week? This is a complex yet non-invasive test that comprehensively investigates 30 vital cardio-metabolic health indicators. It helps determine if a patient is at risk of developing diabetes and if a patient is diabetic, it helps measure the risk a patient may have for the complications associated with the disease.
So anyway, this test was offered to us free by LifeSpan, who was also a presenter at the convention. Many of us took it. I did too. Got results. And the good doctor was kind enough to invite me to their office in Bangalore, which he planned to visit this week. He also suggested we sit with the dietician and make a plan.
Thrilled, I was eager for today’s appointment, which kind of went okay. I met the dietician, as the diabetologist wasn’t in yet. She made out a comprehensive schedule with suggestions and I am looking forward to implementing it. Lists always work, you know that better than anyone Mi.
But what was disappointing about the visit was – the diabetologist who eventually turned up had just joined them and was yet to familiarize himself with the RISC test and its interpretations. Bwahahaha! So much for the excitement of the test!
Here I was, with a detailed report that was full of acronyms and jargon and color coding and whatnot, and no way to know what the heck it means. All I know is I am at risk for certain things I am support to pay attention to. What…that is something I don’t know yet. Crazy eh. That’s life. Maybe they’re just setting up and will take time to come through on what they plan to offer. But that defeats the purpose of the test now, eh? I recall seeing their ads splashed all over the papers back in February when I was diagnosed with diabetes.
True what they say about no free lunches eh? Let’s see how the diet goes!
As my favorite quote says…