Caught under the car tire..

No, not a figurative way of describing a bad situation.
Jimmy's foot was actually caught under the tire as he was getting in a car on Sunday. I was in the car and the car started moving, while Jimmy was still half-in. He shouted "Stop!" and when the driver stopped, I was expecting Jimmy to quickly get in. Nobody knew his foot was under the tire, cos his expression and voice were pretty calm.

It was when he asked the driver to reverse that we realised that something was wrong. Gosh, imagine, half in a car, and your foot being run over by the car. He wasn't permanently injured, but pretty shell-shocked the rest of the day. If driver had pressed accelerator he'd at least have twisted his foot. (Probably wouldn't have been torn off!)

2 years..

Well, two years and we're still together. I'm loving her more and more every day!

Anyway... we cooked at my place. Penne in cream sauce with ham and salmon in unagi sauce. Yes the two dishes don't go together, but I have a limited repertoire okay? Photos of cooking and her gift for me coming up.

Diabetes..

Been a long time since I've posted.. Busy, and not much reason to, I guess.

Yesterday, I was at TTSH. Visiting someone, who as it turns out, had diabetes. A first that I didn't relish. It's a tough disease to have... and most of all because it's not something that hits you all at once, it's more long and protracted, and it offers the possibility of salvation, but at so much sacrifice.

Coincidentally, or not, I've been reading the New York Times' special series on the diabetes, Type II problem that is hitting New York now. So far, these articles:

Diabetes and Its Awful Toll Quietly Emerge as a Crisis
Living at an Epicenter of Diabetes, Defiance and Despair
In the Treatment of Diabetes, Success Often Does Not Pay
East Meets West, Adding Pounds and Peril

It makes for sobering reading. At an intersection of culture, diet, and modernization, there's a trap awaiting each of us. And Asians, particularly Far Eastern stock, are far more vulnerable to it than the average Caucasian. And once you're in the trap, it's awful hard living to stay alive, controlling your diet, watching your feet, living life in an invisible intangible bubble, like that bubble boy maybe...