Type 2 Diabetes

I went to Google this morning to look something up and I was confronted with the above screen art. It shows a scientist (I guess) doing something sciencey. Either that he is smoking crack. Maybe he’s doing both.

I have no idea who this guy is.

When I mouse over the image, I learn that it is Har Gobind Khorana and today is his 96th-birthday.

Big deal. Context is everything.

When I turn to Wikipedia, the website dedicated to making people feel more informed, not stupid, I learned that:

Har Gobind Khorana (born 9 January 1922 – died 9 November 2011) was an Indian American biochemist.

He shared the 1968 Nobel Prize for Physiology or Medicine with Marshall W. Nirenberg and Robert W. Holleyfor research that showed how the order of nucleotides in nucleic acids, which carry the genetic code of the cell, control the cell’s synthesis of proteins. Khorana and Nirenberg were also awarded the Louisa Gross Horwitz Prize from Columbia University in the same year.

Wikipedia attempts to teach, Google attempts to make people feel stupid. Most of the time I don’t need Google to make me feel stupid. That’s my default normal feeling.

I’ve had type 2 diabetes for over ten years and I’ve there’s anything I know from the disease, it’s the lack of real knowledge I have about it. I learned yesterday that the best fruit for me to eat with diabetes is cherries.

Cherries?

That small super-sweet stemmed fruit and taste more like candy than they do fruit. They evidently have the glycemic index of all fruits. That means how it affects your blood sugar. Cherries evidently affect it the lowest of all fruits.

I guess I’ll go with that until I read another website with shaking pop-ups and instant quizzes about diabetes.

I went ahead and bought a book on Amazon that is supposed to list the GL values of over 800 foods. If I have to go to one more website and wants me to activate updates just because my cells are lousy at processing insulin, I will throw something.

I didn’t end up in the hospital because of my type 2 diabetes, but it didn’t make things better. It compounded the problem.