Well, one out of three ain't so bad. Just call me Mother Owl. I had my appointment with Dr Duck yesterday. The quack tells me I am now officially and medically diabetic. It took me over a day to wrap my head around that. I'm still not sure I quite understand what it means. Although my lab tests were, to also, check my good cholesterol and iron for that hemochromatosis thing he didn't give me the results. I had to ask him as I was being hustled out of his exam room about my iron. He didn't say, "You do not have hemochromatosis." He did not say, "You are a carrier for the gene." He did not say, "You don't have the gene." He said, "Your iron is fine." I asked him for another prescription for Reactine to get me through the summer and instead he gave me five boxes of assorted brands of prescription antihistamines. It wasn't until I got home that I discovered there were only two or three pills in each box.....a two week supply. Man, I wish I could switch doctors but if there are any doctors in town that are taking new patients they will only take you on if you have no other family physician in town.


On a happier note, the fire in Nova Scotia is almost out and my son and his family are safe and sound and so is their new home.