Save the Soup Jimmy

Wednesday was my three month check in with the Doctor, every three months I do blood work and then go in for him to tell me how marvelous I am doing.

This is all necessary due to my forty plus years of wrestling with Type One Diabetes and all the other things caused by it, frustration is a gentle way to describe it.

A quick example is my insulin, I have been using the exact same long acting insulin for years, then all of a sudden my insurance company placed it on a different list and my insulin price more than doubled, but to save money there is another which they claim works just as good for the lower price I was already paying.

I contacted my Doctor and he prescribed the other insulin, and since I began using this one my blood sugars are out of control, for a couple of months now we have upped the dose, split the dose, changed the amount of my short acting insulin, and adjusted my meal plan to no avail, this insulin is simply not working for me.

After about an hour of discussion on how I am not so marvelous now, my Doctor suggested a new insulin, made by the same company as my original one, and as described by him "an upgraded version of your old insulin" the prescription was faxed over to the pharmacy and now looking at the order guess what?........it costs the more than doubled price, go figure.

We left the medical complex and headed to the shopping center, our son Randy is getting married next month and Momma needs a new outfit, Cindy already has one picked out and saved on her phone, so we go to Pennys who has this outfit according to the net, but not only is the web wrong they hardly have anyone at the store who is willing to help, we did find one young lady but it was only her second day......

Three stores later and I find myself standing in a large department store with Cindy slinging everything the particular color she wanted towards me, some kind of purple, I was trying to be helpful;

"Hey Babe look at this one, it's cute"

"That's ugly!!!"

"Hey Babe how about this one, it's close to the color"

"That's blue, what's wrong with you?"

"Hey Babe would you call this sky blue?"

"You can't see the sky from here!"

I noticed a man standing close by grinning at us and said to him, "looks like you are doing the same thing I am" he looked at his wife and caught the skirt she tossed at him, "it appears so" he said, I replied "it looks like we are doing a good job?" "I'm not so sure, I guess that depends on who you ask"

We agreed that we would only ask each other and spent the next hour pointing and laughing whenever we crossed paths, giving each other the thumbs up, and following our wives around as they shopped, the last time I saw him was outside the dressing rooms, I said "it looks like we are still doing good" he said "you are doing better than me, I don't see you holding a purse"

I'm still not sure how I got out of that one.

Cindy loves the Olive Garden and we haven't been there in a while so needless to say that is where we ended up, on the way in Cindy said to me "now I want you to remember the last time we were here that glass of wine you got was eight bucks"

She was right, last time we came the waiter asked if I would like a wine sample, I said that I would, and then made the mistake of commenting on how good it was, he filled my glass and went about his business, I guess I had inadvertently ordered myself a glass of wine.

This time when asked I said that I would and that Cindy would like one too, the waitress brought two samples for each of us, so here we sat with four wine glasses in front of us, I enjoyed my first sample and slid the empty glass in front of Cindy, she looked as I replaced it with one of her samples, she doesn't drink so I wasn't going to allow them to go to waste, isn't that a form of alcohol abuse?

When all four samples were gone our meals had arrived, I didn't even get my fork picked up before Cindy was cutting off a piece of my chicken, I ordered the shrimp and chicken carbonara, and Cindy ate over half of my chicken and pasta, three quarters of the appetizers and half the salad, I did enjoy my shrimp and two more wine samples that neither of us asked for.

Cindy does love eating here and at the end of the meal my plate was clean and Cindy still had a full chicken breast and over half of her pasta "I can't believe how stuffed I am, and I didn't even finish my plate" she said, I just grinned because I knew why she was stuffed, she got a to go box and ordered a bowl of minestrone soup to take home for her Dad.

On the way to the car Cindy reminds me to pay attention to the soup, getting in the car she reminds me to not spill the soup, I place the bag on the floor between my feet, to go box in the bag, bowl of soup sitting on top, sealed of course, and then I buckle in for the ride home.

The freeway wasn't too crowded, we were laughing and talking about the day, I had just joked that I had somehow drank six glasses of wine (samples of course) and it didn't cost us anything, when suddenly all traffic in front of us stopped.

Cindy hit the brakes hard enough that my seat belt locked holding me to my seat, Cindys arm slapped across my chest, you know like your Momma always did when you were riding on the seat beside her, she would hit the brakes and throw her arm out at the same time to protect you, Cindy does this to me.

While all of this is happening I hear Cindy suddenly yell "Save the Soup Jimmy!!" I couldn't reach the soup, between the seatbelt and Cindy's arm holding me, all I could do was helplessly watch the soup bowl slide off of the to go box.

Later that evening we were sitting with Cindy's Dad telling him how our day went, while slurping on his soup all he said was "Now that's some good minestrone"

Do you talk to fellow shoppers and people you don't know when you are out shopping?