sweets for my sweet
"Sweets for my sweet, sugar for my honey". Used to be the words of a song from the 60's. Tonight I ranted at Ray on the way home from our Lions dinner. I was careful with his meal, made sure it was cut up small enough, easy to swallow etc. he did well with it, ate it all, no coughing fit.
I went to the toilet and when I came back one of the kinder, older women had put a bowl of small chocolate biscuits in front of him and he was eating his way through them.
"OMG Ray is a DIABETIC," I wanted to scream it out. Instead I smiled and said:"Not a good idea to eat those at this time of night." And he said: "It won't hurt." And the ladies smiled and looked at me as if I was Attila the Honey (chief of the food police). And he went on eating until they were all gone.
I know diabetics have a sweet tooth and people think I am hard on Ray if I don't allow him to eat as many biscuits, chocolates, pieces of cake etc that he wants. But we did have a visit from the dietician today and when she asked about bad food habits did he confess to this? Of course he didn't.It is tough being a stroke survivor, I know that and tougher still if you have diabetes and other things like gout and osteoporosis etc. And it is harder still if you have swallowing problems and can't eat your favourite steak and eggs. But it is no good eating the wrong food and expecting to have good results with recovery either. High sugar readings don't make problems go away, though the sugar high immediately after eating the sugar may make you feel better.
It is a dilemma trying to balance healthy eating, a good lifestyle and all the recovery issues. I don't want to be the "wife who takes all the fun out of life." But I know a healthy husband is one of the things I want in my future.
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