Friday, March 31, 2006

Misery Loves Company

Well, Hubs' doc called the other night - rather late, I thought for a doctor call. He threw me because of the late hour, and the fact he called my phone instead of Hubs'. Hmmm... Seems the labs just came back. Hubs is Type II diabetic... just like me. Shit. He has his physical today, but the doc evidently had forgotten that and wanted to be sure he got the news right away. It threw both of us into a small tailspin until we both realized it could have been something much worse. This, at least, is treatable and with as "good" as I know Hubs will be, he'll be right as rain in no time.

I told him... I hope this wasn't God's little trick to make ME be "good"... that just wouldn't be nice, now, would it?