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iM a grandpa
When I finally heard my AME say those words I hadn't expected it to feel so...harsh.
I has been a challenging year for my family health-wise. Not to mention the strain as our eldest and his wife prepared for, and took off to, S. Korea for a year.
After my mom's quadruple by-pass this March I figured it was time to do something about my own upward creeping blood pressure (I have an extensive family history of cardiovascular disease). My low number had crept into the low hundreds so I went to my AME, figuring my medical is due in November and I might as well get the paperwork started.
The night before we had a "going away" dinner at one of Alan's favs - Texas de Brazil. We had great laughs at the thought of going to see the Doc after a night of 14 kinds of meat (four of which are wrapped in bacon).
The Doc puts me on the "baby" prescription and takes blood and for three weeks I wait for the blood work to finish so I can get a "real" prescription. When the nurse calls she tells me it's time for my next appointment. I say "All that pill did was make me thirsty and pee a lot!" She says, "that's because you are diabetic" "NO WAY!!" I say. No one in either side of the family has ever had diabetes, no one. I overweight but I'm far from "fat", I'm not exactly a sedentary office chair warmer and couch potato, I feel great! Just a little over a year earlier I had passed my medical diabetes urine screen.
The next day the Doc confirmed it, he had seen my high glucose, wacky lipid panel and had called the lab to add a hemoglobin A1c. Yep, I am hyper hyperglycemic. Asymptomatic until the two weeks ago. Legal to fly two days ago , now a grounded Type II diabetic. Thanks to the Lord for moving me to get to the Doc even though I could have skated for another half a year.
We caught it early and I have a good chance at beating it with diet and exercise... But, it sure hurt to hear "You're grounded." Since I fly for fun it won't really affect my frequency of flight that much. It may even improve it. Since I can not fly PIC I might as well finish my complex endorsement and get some more aerobatic time.
But, geeez, it hurt. It hit home that, once again, my government has taken another freedom from me (at least for a time if not forever). I have lost a truly rare and wonderful privilege.
I has been a challenging year for my family health-wise. Not to mention the strain as our eldest and his wife prepared for, and took off to, S. Korea for a year.
After my mom's quadruple by-pass this March I figured it was time to do something about my own upward creeping blood pressure (I have an extensive family history of cardiovascular disease). My low number had crept into the low hundreds so I went to my AME, figuring my medical is due in November and I might as well get the paperwork started.
The night before we had a "going away" dinner at one of Alan's favs - Texas de Brazil. We had great laughs at the thought of going to see the Doc after a night of 14 kinds of meat (four of which are wrapped in bacon).
The Doc puts me on the "baby" prescription and takes blood and for three weeks I wait for the blood work to finish so I can get a "real" prescription. When the nurse calls she tells me it's time for my next appointment. I say "All that pill did was make me thirsty and pee a lot!" She says, "that's because you are diabetic" "NO WAY!!" I say. No one in either side of the family has ever had diabetes, no one. I overweight but I'm far from "fat", I'm not exactly a sedentary office chair warmer and couch potato, I feel great! Just a little over a year earlier I had passed my medical diabetes urine screen.
The next day the Doc confirmed it, he had seen my high glucose, wacky lipid panel and had called the lab to add a hemoglobin A1c. Yep, I am hyper hyperglycemic. Asymptomatic until the two weeks ago. Legal to fly two days ago , now a grounded Type II diabetic. Thanks to the Lord for moving me to get to the Doc even though I could have skated for another half a year.
We caught it early and I have a good chance at beating it with diet and exercise... But, it sure hurt to hear "You're grounded." Since I fly for fun it won't really affect my frequency of flight that much. It may even improve it. Since I can not fly PIC I might as well finish my complex endorsement and get some more aerobatic time.
But, geeez, it hurt. It hit home that, once again, my government has taken another freedom from me (at least for a time if not forever). I have lost a truly rare and wonderful privilege.
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