Just remembered I didn't tell you ladies: DH is now officially diabetic. He's been borderline since we got engaged (5yrs or so) but his A1C is now 7 so it's official. He's completely freaked out, of course (if you've never met him picture Raj from "Big Bang Theory" mixed in with some Sheldon-esque spectrum issues) & the doc has prescribed Metformin. He's not been exactly med compliant with the reflux meds he's been on so God only knows how long it'll be before I have to shoot him up with insulin. I have to hold his hand for b/w; it's a recipe for disaster.
Anywho, since I've been on Met for almost 3 years he knows there are certain things I won't touch (regular soda being one) because of GI issues from Met. So what does he take his 1st pill with last night? Limca, which is an Indian lemon-flavored soda. Dumba$$. I point out this wasn't the wisest decision & he scoffs @ me only to run to the bathroom half an hour later screaming out of both ends if you know what I mean. He then proceeds to tell me he's not taking it again. Why do I have visions of me sitting on him in bed while jamming a pill down his through & holding his jaw shut?