Heidi Dru Kortman's blog

/I saw the dietician yesterday. Most of what she said was the sort of common sense that if I'd followed it for the last 49 years, might have kept me from the diagnosis of diabetes. The thing is, I just got my hands on a book written by a long time Type 1 diabetic that advocates removing all grain products, starchy vegetables, fruit and milk from the diet, in order to achieve strict control of blood sugar at the 90mg/dl level around the clock, which blocks most if not all of the known complications of diabetes. I want to live long enough to be published, and I know what happened to my mother, with her diabetes.

Heidi Dru Kortman's blog

I saw the dietician yesterday. Most of what she said was the sort of common sense that if I'd followed it for the last 49 years, might have kept me from the diagnosis of diabetes. The thing is, I just got my hands on a book written by a long time Type 1 diabetic that advocates removing all grain products, starchy vegetables, fruit and milk from the diet, in order to achieve strict control of blood sugar at the 90mg/dl level around the clock, which blocks most if not all of the known complications of diabetes. I want to live long enough to be published, and I know what happened to my mother, with her diabetes.

Some days it might be better not to answer the phone

Heidi Dru Kortman's blogOn Monday, I got a call from my physician's office to ask that I phone for results of a blood test done in October. He didn't answer my return call on Tuesday, so I phoned him again this morning. It seems that I'm diabetic. So far, I may be able to control it by diet. They'll send me to "diabetic school". This means I'll get another phone call.

About half an hour ago, I got another call, and this one, I truly wished I'd missed, so that I'd have it recorded in my voice mail. My caller was the editor of Kaleidoscope Magazine, and she wanted to say how much she liked a novel excerpt I'd submitted, and that she'd love to read the rest of the story, but the excerpt couldn't go into the magazine, because it ended at too much of a cliffhanger, and the magazine comes out at six-month intervals.

I know people rejoice at handwritten notes from editors, but this is the first rejection notice I've received by phone. Shaking my head, and moving on to the next project.