Information overload
NOW I know how it feels to be knocked down twice by a mighty adversary.
Perhaps nobody noticed but I’ve been missing from the sporting scene for over a month now.
I practically couldn’t leave the house after I was felled twice by diabetes.
The miseries were not really caused by severe complications, but by lack of better judgment and carelessness.
The first time it happened, I was on my way to the comfort room in the middle of the night when I slipped, lost my balance and fell, my breastbone landing on the pointed edge of an armchair.
The second time, it was my coccyx that absorbed the impact.
Since I was alone in the house on both occasions, I had to call for help. I could not get up by myself. Ironically, the second accident happened just when I was recovering from the first.
While convalescing, I missed out on so many events like the 41st PBA Season opening, Pinoy Pride 33 held in Carson City in California, Alaska’s 30th anniversary celebration and Pinoy Pride 34 held in Cebu over the weekend, among others.
To compound my woes, I also broke my laptop which flew from the bed and landed on the floor. I missed one or two columns in the process. I couldn’t write my column on the desktop because my coccyx could not endure the pain when I sit down.
Now you are probably asking why am I blaming diabetes for what happened when the twin accidents just appear to be that—accidents—and diabetes had nothing to do with them.
Well, as I was to discover a week after the second accident, I had wrongly diagnosed the cause of my symptoms, such as loss of balance. Thinking I was suffering from hypoglycemia, I stopped my insulin shots for weeks.
Fortunately, my doctor paid an unscheduled house call, just before I could go into diabetic ketoacidosis.
When he looked at the glucometer after taking my blood sugar level, he nearly fell off his seat: 500 mg/dL!
I was suffering from hyperglycemia and not low blood sugar.
“You better follow what your doctor tells you or you’ll make all your enemies happy,” he admonished.
Two days later, I was back in front of my brand-new laptop, no longer dizzy and disoriented. I was aware of what time and day it was.
My only problem was, there was so much input in my mind I didn’t know where to start. Overload, they call it.
Should I write about this new PBA coach who may soon have a mutiny in his hands?
Cause: His top superstars found out about his plan to replace his old reliables with young blood even if the new coach has yet to prove himself to management.
Or should I perhaps comment about Joe Lipa’s no-show when he was summoned by PBA commissioner Chito Narvasa to his office recently.
Lipa later appeared at his convenience, explaining he did as mandated by the commissioner, but certainly not at the appointed date and hour.
The papers listed four or five collegiate coaches who would be or has been changed for the coming season. Wanna bet there would be more?
