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I'm of the "one day, you're bound to get hit by a truck" school of thought

Which is why I'm unwilling to give up ice cream and chocolate milk, even though they might kill me or force me to have my toes amputated.

I started with a new doctor yesterday, thanks to a change in health insurance as a result of my joining the Medicare crowd. I’m okay with having a new doctor scold me over my lifestyle, which is designed to ensure I don’t live as long as my parents, who both made it to ninety-eight. I don’t want to live that long, even if I get back some of my wits.

Last year, I re-entered the pre-diabetic range after a several year break, so I quit sweets for a couple of days, then changed my mind and decided “to hell with my toes,” and went back to all my bad habits, which often includes daily ice cream. Not in the form of 8am floats like people order at the Bottle Cap Cafe outside of World of Coca Cola in Atlanta. That’s too early for me. I like my ice cream at night, on the couch, watching The Rockford Files with my wife.

If you live long enough, you’re bound to get hit by a truck, so why not throw some sand in the gears of your blood sugar levels? At least I don’t smoke cigarettes or spike my floats with Maker’s Mark. Maybe I should.

There’s a fine line between joy and self-destruction. I haven’t found it yet, nor have I come close. I generally play life safe, other than my dietary habits, which also, by the way, include homemade barbecue two or three times a week (sometimes more) and spaghetti, which for reasons of a hypersensitive constitution, causes me way more grief than it ought to.

This year’s test results came back this morning, with ABNORMAL pinned to my A1C. Same numbers as last year, which I take as a good sign. I’m pretty sure I ate more ice cream this past year than the year before.

To the truck bearing down the I-84 away from all those fires out west, be sure and make it instant and relatively painless. And if you don’t mind, please wait till after I’ve had my chocolate milk.


I’m Louis Barney Katz, Boise’s #2 storyteller, wedding officiant, and mobile notary. If you’re looking to fill a position with a former IT business owner who’s got a way with words and people, I’m your guy. You can reach me at 208.805.2740 or louis@lbkatz.com.

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