Revival and Reversal - Two resolutions

So I had my much needed cuppa of tea, my 5th cup from the morning. The cuppa, I say, is because the cup is a china-clay mug and not a tequila shot. So the tea is equivalent to, at the least, two full chai cuttings and some more. It was the usual busy morning promising a full onslaught of dull meetings at sleepy afternoon hours. 

All of a sudden, out of nowhere, my mind wanders towards the thought of visiting the laboratory for routine health checkup in the hospital building located right next to my office. As mundane and inappropriate it might be on a busy weekday, the idea to get a health check-up done was a great rationale to break from the regimen that we call popularly as 'work'.

So, i undergo all the basic and advanced health check-up routines that are offered by the hospital as a 'package', an entity using which most hospitals these days amass prosperity by wielding people's adversity.

'The reports will be ready in a few hours', I was told. After enjoying this momentary delightful break from work, reality seeped through my mind and I got back to work again. Along the way, the pensive(i call it as pensive, you may want to read it as foody) person in me, thought about aadhi-potoba-mag-vithoba (which is the Marathi equivalent of I-TRY-TO-FIND-(GOOD)FOOD-IN-EVERY-SITUATION)and the subsequent resumption of work as the best possible way to ensure uninterrupted work later in the afternoon.

Well, it did work that way as per my appreciable plan, only the work was interrupted frequently by a few random species called as 'bullocks' that wear horse tack blinkers provided by their EMI-plucking home loan banks. These bullocks, popularly known in corporate world as 'colleagues', are nobler-than-thou tea connoisseurs and are experts in the-subtle-art-to-flag-you-for-another-tea-break.

Amidst all this, if you get some time out, you only hope to get enough time to somehow try to hold up your fort and just about accomplish as much work that can make you breathe just alright.

And then, while I was engaged with a great discussion about some work issue and its resolution with a talented bullock (ok, he is a great colleague), I get a buzz on my phone from an unknown number. 

'Your-blood-sugar-is-480. How-many-years-are-you-diabetic? This-is-an-emergency-situation. Please-visit-our-hospital-emergency-department-NOOOWWWW." - I heard from the other side. I couldn't really figure out if it was an automated voice speaking or an actual human speaking in the robotic style. I figured out it was indeed a person and not just a voice when that person on the other end of the phone sensed my now-dry-throat and said the following -'Don't worry. Just visit the hospital NOW.'

I am diabetic from now on, until the time I am able to reverse the condition. 

I will reverse the condition, I am confident. I would like to post regular updates here to make notes and thus recollect, reread and remember my journey towards the reversal process.