His A1C was 7.4 despite a 320 at the doctor's office after a glutton's mega carb breakfast. I refuse to be the food police despite huge lectures by his gastro and a demand by her for a food log whicch her refuses to keep and I refuse to do for him.
He is in constant pain and I truly feel bad about it. yet, he will not help himself through diet and exercise. I doo all the driving. he is too sick. He gets furious if I park too far away from somewhere.
He has spent the entire weekend lying down. It is now like being married to a 90 year old rather than an 80 year old.
