Diabetes Challenges - The Grown Up Edition

Ask "Kelly In The Past," who had her share of trying to fit in and be normal - It wasn't always easy.
Ask my oldest friends, who saw the good, bad, and diabetesalicious of it all.
I think one of the reasons I became such a loyal friend is because of diabetes. I know the value of having friends who are there regardless of a faulty pancreas.
And now that I'm all grown up, diabetes is still a challenge - and new challenges have popped up.
There are fleeting moments that I forget about diabetes. OK, not forget, but some things, like testing my blood sugar, and immediately counting carbs when ever food enters my mind or is presented on my plate, have become so automatic that they've become second nature to me, like breathing and hating liver.
The longer I live with diabetes, the more I worry about "The Diabetes What If's." And I know that a little worry can be productive, but too much can be down right paralyzing.
I still struggle with the worry, but I'm handling much better than I have in the past - And that's directly related to being part of the Diabetes on-line community.
Then there's the challenge of people (mostly perfect strangers) asking me if I can have kids because, you know, I have (said in a concerned tone) diabetes. Or ,they switch it up a bit and ask me if the reason I don't have kids is because of my diabetes. For the record, diabetes is NOT the reason I have yet to be called "Mommy", but honestly, it's none of their business!
I don't ask (OK, most of the time I don't ask) those nosey nellies the last time they took a crap or had sex, so why is it OK to ask me about my reproductive long term plans, decisions, etc?
Diabetes and dating was never a problem before. I was always honest and upfront regarding my diabetes, but I was the one who decided when it was time to bring up my diabetes. When I did decide to share my diabetes, it was usually on the 4th or 5th date, when I knew that things were going well - And it was never a deal breaker in any of my long term relationships.
But now that I blog about diabetes on a daily basis, and the name of my blog is on my business card - And we live in the age where Google has become a pre-dating pre-requisite, the decision of when to share my diabetes with a potential significant other is no longer mine.
And I'll admit, not having control in that area bothers me.
With that being said, I would never go back to my life pre Diabetesaliciousness.
Diabetes blogging has given me a voice; a passion, a community, a career, and an irreplaceable support system that I need, want, and could not live without in my life.
Life will always present us with challenges, faulty pancreas or not. That doesn't mean we stop being or doing.
In fact, it's just the opposite, we learn new ways to continue doing, becoming and evolving.
And that my Diabetesalicious friends, is what living is all about!
Militant Skepticism and the Homeopathy Denialists

"A man who had always lived in the city visited a farm and saw some chicken roosting and resting on one leg as they do.
"Based on his observation he reported to his older and wiser friend that chickens have only one leg!
"His friend could not change this man's observation no matter how hard he tried and how many photographs of birds and chickens all having two legs!
"He formed a group of prominent people who all confirmed that Chicken have only 1 leg!
This appears to be the way that Homeopathy Denialists function. They regularly attack these blogs. They believe that homeopathy does not work, that there is no evidence that homeopathy works, and that it is nothing more than placebo.
- Every person who was sick but has been treated successfully with homeopathy is an 'anecdote'.
- The many millions of former patients who can testify for the effectiveness of homeopathy are still just 'anecdotes'.
- Evidence produced by scientific research is not acknowledged by them: it is either ignored altogether or is 'not of sufficient quality'.
Dear DIabetes - WE NEED TO TALK:

Hey, how goes it?
Just checking in with you, to make sure that u and I are on the same page and see eye to eye.
We've had quite a long history together and have been through a lot, both good and bad.
I think you need a bit of refresher on what I expect out of this relationship so I've taken the initiative to write this letter and go over some House Rules.
FIRST OFF, lets discuss blood sugars. The way I see it, they’ve been pretty good as of late and I’d like to keep it that way. I’ve been checking in with said blood sugars about 10 times a day, and that’s not going to change. Yes, I know you think that that amount is somewhat excessive, but testing that often really does help me keep an eye on all your highs and lows.
Especially those times when u lean too much in either direction and try to throw me for a loop.
NEWSFLASH: I don’t like feeling lethargic when u decide to blow the BS sky high out of the water and I don’t appreciate the accompanying headache either. So I will continue to count my carbs and your just going to have to accept that.
AND WHEN U DO DECIDE TO GO LOW, that behavior is unacceptable as well. I do not appreciate breaking into a sweat and feeling my lips go numb. As far as that shaky feeling that shoots through my body, DON”T GO THERE. I know that it’s your way of letting me know my B.S has gotten way to low. But trust me, I’ve already figured it out, SO QUIT IT.
FYI: I see a CGM in my future if you don’t straighten up and fly right. I have no problem playing hardball.
SECONDLY, I have my yearly eye exam in March. I fully expect you to “make nice” when my Doctor dilates my pupils. Let him see exactly what’s going and continue to steer clear of my retinal area.
You and your kind are not welcome in these kaleidoscope eyes.
THIRDLY: My weight is dropping and I’d appreciate it if u continue to allow my waist to shrink. In order to do this I need you not to mess with my inflamed ligament in my foot.
The Ortho says it will get better and it is a result of exercising and a long second toe continually rubbing against my shoe. She also said that it is NOT diabetes related. LET’S KEEP IT THAT WAY.
AND LASTLY, please keep in mind that I am your host, and while I can’t make this a
“Dear John” letter and end our complicated relationship, I STILL OWN YOUR PERVERBIAL ASS. GOT IT? It's not the other way around and it never will be.
I WILL WORK WITH YOU; I have no problem with that. But I own you outright and you will do as I say.
My rules are simple. I want to be healthy, happy, and to live a great life. Occasionally I’d like to enjoy a coconut cupcake or a piece of dark chocolate without getting any crap from you.
Thank you for abiding by my rules.
Sincerely
Kelly K
Mistress of the Manor in which you reside - A.K.A Your Diabetes Hostess with the Most-ess
I Need Your Help, What Would YOU Do?

As I’ve told you before, my little 113 lb mom was diagnosed with t2 a few months back and put on Metformin once a day – lowest dose possible.
Now, normally her fasting b.s are only about 20 points higher than they should be, but since she going to have a surgery that had a high risk of infection, her docs decided to nip her slightly elevated blood sugars
Cut to last night – 7:30 PM. My mother calls me and says:
Hey Kel – guess what? They took my blood sugar and it was 250 – I wouldn’t let them give me insulin – I didn’t want another shot of anything.
Internal Voice: WTF, WTF, WTF, WTF!!!! Why not just tell me your having lunch with Serial Killer & stab me in the heart with a two-by-four????! She’s never been over 133 and visions of DKA started dancing in my head…but then, something made me ask the following question:
Me: Mom, when they took your B.S, had u washed your hands??
Mom: I always wash my hands when I go to the bathroom.
Me: That’s not what I asked. Did you by any chance have some chocolate or some Big Red Gum and just wipe your hands clean or did you get up and REALLY wash your hands?
Mom: Ummm, no.
Me: OK listens to me mom. Go wash your hands and don’t eat anything. I’m calling your nurse at the Nurses Station and asking her a few questions. If she comes in and takes your b.s again & it’s high, you have to take the insulin. If not – then we won’t worry about it.
Mom: I don’t want a shot.
Me: (Very exasperated) Listen to me mom – I know your veins are collapsing & your feeling like a pin cushion – I totally get that, but the insulin gets injected in the fatty tissue – not your vein – it won’t hurt as much and you won’t turn black and blue (OK – maybe I lied) but in order for your knee to get better, your blood sugars have to be perfect – or you won’t heel properly and your doing SO well.
So she promises me she’ll wash her hands and we hang up. I call the front desk and ask to speak to my moms nurse. They put me on hold for 10 minutes and finally Brenda the Nurse Practitioner from hell gets on the line.
NP from Hell: Yes, what can I do for you? (Can I just mention that she sounded really condescending?)
ME: I’m Marjory Kunik’s daughter Kelly and I just got off the phone w/her. What’s the story with her 250 blood sugar? She’s never been on insulin and her blood sugar is never over 130 = tops 140’s. She refused insulin, correct?
NP from Hell: (In the most irritated and are you f’ing kidding me voice ever): Your mom had a b.s of 250 and refused medication. This is a rehab and we cannot force the patient to take any meds they don’t normally take.
Me: I understand that – but,... I wonder if she had washed her hands - this was quite sometime after dinner, correct? I know she has chocolate in her room – she might have just popped a Hershey’s kiss and the remnants of said chocolate Kiss may have actually caused her high b.s. She’s never had such had such an elevated b.s in her life!
NP from Hell: Sugar has nothing to do with high blood sugars (yes –idiot banshee’s exact words, I kid you not!) and I swabbed her finger with alcohol.
Me: (Trying not to verbally annihilate her over the phone) Well, I’ve been a type 1 for 30 years and I’m also a Diabetes Advocate and beg to differ with you. Sugar, olive oil, anything on the hands can absolutely cause a false reading – articles have been written on the subject – go ask a CDE about it, I'll wait. Look, my mother barely eats as it is – hence the reason she has a bit of chocolate in her drawer – the woman only weights 113 lbs for god sakes. IF this is a TRUE high blood sugar, I want it dealt with Paula, immediately, and if not - thank God she refused the insulin – Does the name Sunny Von Bulow ring a bell? I want you to retest within the hour.
NP from Hell: I plan on going in at 10.
Me: Paula, I need you to do me a favor and go in at 8:30 - PLEASE.
NP from Hell: FINE.
Me: Thank-you Paula I’ll check back with you at 9.
SO, basically I’m fuming at this point and those of you who were privy to my Tweets and FaceBook status last nite can attest to that fact.
8:15 my sister calls and I fill her in – she calls my mom.
9:00 my mother calls me and says: Hey, guess what? They took my blood sugar and it’s 140. Washing my hands must have REALLY helped!
Me: Thank God. Listen – you must scrub your hands every time they check your blood sugar, OK?
Mom: OK – Good night, I love you!
Me: I love you mom, goodnight!
Cut to this morning - her blood sugar was 111.
Me – I've been checking in all day and blood sugars are text book. I've talked to her nurses & told them that they must call me if her b.s is over 150 and to make sure her hands are washed with soap and water before they test.
My sister met saw her today and sat in on a cumadin meeting with my mom and her team this afternoon - I haven't talked to her since this morning so I'm not sure what she said about last night.
Me, I still wanna kill Paula,Nurse Practitioner from Hell. I found her actions and attitude incredibly irresponsible and potentially lethal and I plan on discussing in excruciating detail during the meeting we have tomorrow with her doc's.
Any suggestions on How I should deal with the Dr’s regarding Paula, Nurse Practitioner from hell almost killing my mother or do you think I'm overreacting??
Those Strips Get EVERYWHERE - And I'm A TOTAL BLORK
Whooping Cough

Now, however, in the 21st century there are signs that it is now re-emerging.
Indeed, the re-emergence of Pertussis has taken place mainly in countries where conventional vaccine treatment (usually the DPT vaccine) has been most evident, notably in the USA and Britain. Yet all the Conventional Medical Establishment seems able or willing to do, when faced by these new outbreaks, is to urge people to have the vaccination - even pregnant women it would appear! But before pregnant women, or indeed anyone else, does so we should examine the evidence first - particularly the evidence that our doctors, ConMed generally, and even, sadly, our mainstream media, will almost certainly not tell us about.
First, it is now apparent that those being affected by the new outbreaks of Whooping Cough are those who have already been vaccinated. Those of us who have not been vaccinated appear not to be affected. See these links for more information on this.
* Worst whooping cough outbreak in over 50 years happening among the fully vaccinated
* Whooping Cough Outbreaks in Vaxed Children More and More Frequent
* Whooping Cough May Spread Through Vaccinated Populations
Indeed, it has been shown that vaccinated children account for some 90% of those getting Whooping Cough in these recent epidemics. In other words, we are all safer from the disease if we don't accept conventional vaccine treatment!
* Recent Evidence Shows Vaccinated Kids Account For 90 Percent of Cases of Whooping Cough
It has probably never worked, as I have already noted that the 'decline' in Whooping Cough cases was happening for nearly one hundred years before the vaccine was introduced.
* Major Whooping Cough Epidemics – Vaccine Not Working. Child Health Safety
* Outbreaks Proof That Whooping Cough Vaccines Don’t Work. International Medical Council on Vaccination
* Whooping Cough Vaccine Doesn’t Work. GSK Says “We Never Bothered to Check” Child Health Safety
Yet it would appear that another story is beginning to emerge too. The Whooping Cough strain giving rise to the new epidemics, after years of suppression through the DPT vaccine (and its successor, the so-called 5-in-1 vaccine, has changed. And it is now more virulent, more dangerous than every it was before.
* Deadly new pertussis strain linked with whooping cough vaccine
* Whooping Cough Epidemic Caused by Virulent New Pertussis Strain—And It’s the Result of Vaccine
So Whooping Cough is now killing people again. Even BBC News appears willing to admit this, although as usual they fail to inform their viewers, listeners and readers the full story about the disease, and the problems created by conventional medical vaccnine treatment.
* BBC News - Whooping cough: Three more babies die in outbreak
* Five-year-old girl dies after being given just twice the normal dose of over-the-counter cough medicine
So the failure of conventional vaccines is not just that they do not work. They actually make the problem worse.
Just as antibiotic drugs in recent years have created numerous deadly 'superbugs' they can no longer deal with, vaccines are getting progressively less effective, and leaving us with more deadly strains of the disease.
In other words, the ConMed war being waged on disease is being lost, Conventional, drug-based medicine is failing.
• Whooping cough strain 'breaking through' vaccines - ABC News (Australia)
• Whooping Cough Spreads Through Pertussis Vaccine Itself
• Massive outbreak of whooping cough proves vaccine is ineffective
So desperate is the Conventional Medical Establishment becoming, there has even been an admission that vaccine treatment has failed!
* http://www.naturalnews.com/035466_whooping_cough_vaccines_outbreaks.html failure admitted: Whooping cough outbreaks higher among children already vaccinated
So what should we do if we contract Whooping Cough?
First, we should not get embroiled in the panic of the Conventional Medical Establishment. Whooping Cough can be a killer disease for people who are living in poverty, with a poor diet, and inadequate housing conditions. But it is not usually a disease that kills healthy, fit individuals. I remember my mother being involved in parties for young children during outbreaks of childhood diseases, including Whooping Cough. The basis on which parents used to do this was that disease is usually experienced in a minor form, and contracting the disease naturally provides a more 'natural' immunity.
Yet when someone does contract the disease, there are lots of ways to limited its impact, and speed recovery. Even something as simple as Vitamin C is known to be helpful.
* Vitamin C for Whooping Cough. International Medical Council on Vaccination
But Homeopathy, above all, is a therapy that deals calmly, effectively and safely with Whooping Cough (as it does for other childhood diseases). Reading this, and the following articles will tell you why, and they also mention a number of remedies that have been successfully used for treating this illness for over 200 years now.
* Help For Whooping Cough When Prevention Fails
* Homeopathy Makes a Real Difference in Whooping Cough | NAB Communities
* The Homeopathic Option for Whooping Cough
Indeed, as this article says, Homeopathy treats Whooping cough dramatically more effectively than conventional, drug-based medicine.
Homeopathy dramatically more effective at preventing and treating whooping cough than allopathic medicine
All the dangers of the DPT and '5-in-1' vaccines have not been considered here. But they have been known for many decades. The dangers of the DPT vaccine, in particular, has been know for many decades now. Harris L Coulter, and Barbara Loe Fisher wrote their book "A Shot in the Dark. Why the P in the DPT vaccination may be hazardous to your child's health" over 20 years ago, in 1991. The 'P' stands for Pertussin!
The Conventional Medical Establishment, however, continues to ignore this, and present us with vaccines they continue to tell us are safe and effective.
You should make your own judgement on this, after considering the evidence.
FACs. Fetal Anti-Convulsant Syndrome. A disease created by Big Pharma drugs?

- *Why are we not being told about such disease?
- *What is preventing this information becoming more widely known?
I've Been "Lanced!" OR Kelly's Moretic Move # 5467
About a month ago, I had to get up at 5 am and to my credit, I was up at the first siren of my cell phone alarm. I shuffled to the kitchen and grabbed my test kit. I reached for new lancet (a rarity I know, but I guess the whole get a new lancet and fill up your damn Test Strip bottle art thing) got the better of me.
I tested, it was 66, my cheek (the one on my face people – mind out of the gutter please) itched so I scratched it, and then scratched it again. I packed up my kit, quickly fixed a small banana with peanut butter and washed it down with some Vanilla Silk Soy, made the coffee, and waited as the coffee slowly dripped from the machine. While I waited, I prepared my “Wicked, The Musical” coffee cup with 3 sugars and some half and half.
I poured the coffee, gulped ½ a cup down and walked in the bathroom to take a shower.
I flipped on the light, took my glasses off and looked in the mirror- then did a double take!
And…
here’s why:
Yours truly had lanced herself with a brand spanking new lancet – and hadn’t even felt it!
I guess I still had the lancet in my hand when I scratched my cheek, and some how got “lanced” in the process. I knew there was reason I hated getting new lancets!
Anyway, I cleaned up the blood, took a shower, and covered my “war wound” with makeup. It’s been over a month and it’s healed quite nicely.
There’s an ever so faint red line that still runs across my chin and it’s easily covered with sunscreen and makeup. Hopefully it will be gone for good by summer.
So....what have we learned from this?
1. Perhaps I need to drink a few drops of coffee before I actually test – obviously I can’t be trusted with sharp instruments sans caffeine.
2. New lancets are so sharp that they don’t hurt – hence the reason we should change them often, but never really do.
3. Kelly is a Moretic – and has another scar to prove it!
Tonsillitis. Why Homeopathy is a safer and more effective treatment

- paracetamol or ibuprofen / Nurofen to help relieve pain - with all the usual warnings about their use, of course
- plenty of bed rest, and drinking plenty of fluids
- antibiotics if the cause is a bacterial infection, although it rarely is
The official BUZZ term on the internets is: Cristin Milioti, 30 Rock Scene Stealer!!

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As I mentioned in yesterdays post, my niece Cristin appeared on 30Rock last night -And she WAS AMAZING!
I promise, no more bragging after this - But honestly, I just can't help myself!
I'm SO PROUD of her!!
When you hold someone in your arms as a baby, watch them grow (and damn if she wasn't a cute kid,) develop their talents,(including spot on impersonations) all the while remaining down to earth, gracious, caring, funny and dow nright bawdy as hell, you can't help but want them to succeed and burst with pride when they do!!
I'm proud of everyone of my 12 nieces and nephews- Each is an amazing and individual piece of art and I'm so happy to have them in my life - And I LOVE THEM ALL VERY MUCH and am continully blown away at all of their talent and successes!!
OK, enough with the sappy Aunt stuff!
The official BUZZ term on the Internets is: Cristin Milioti, 30 Rock Scene Stealer!!
See for yourself!
http://www.aolnews.com/2011/02/25/cristin-milioti-5-facts-on-the-30-rock-actress-who-stole-the/
http://www.google.com/trends/hottrends?sa=X&date=2015-2-24
http://blogs.babble.com/famecrawler/2011/02/25/cristin-milioti-30-rock-guest-star/
http://uinterview.com/news/cristin-miliotis-baby-talk-conquers-30-rock-2298
http://marketingpixels.com/trends/cristin-milioti-watch-the-30-rock-scene-stealers-sopranos-past/
http://www.examiner.com/pop-culture-in-hartford/cristin-milioti-30-rock-scene-stealer-she-did-the-same-the-sopranos
http://www.tvsquad.com/2011/02/25/30-rock-season-5-episode-16-recap/
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/showtracker/2011/02/30-rock-recap-joan-of-snark.html?cid=6a00d8341c630a53ef0147e2d07ff7970b
Stay tuned......
Diabetes- The Little Things

I have a love hate relationship with the little things that life with diabetes brings my way.
Sometimes I find pure joy and happiness in the simple moments of happiness that the little moments with diabetes bring.
I love when I reach Blood Sugar Nirvana after a challenging meal. I particularly enjoy reaching “Blood Sugar Nirvana after dining on cupcakes, ice cream, or the occasional brownie. Don't even get me started bread~
Same goes for achieving Infusion Set Nirvana.
I love receiving comments and emails from others who live the “D Life” for many reasons.
We are all part of the same “club” and we “get” one another’s diabetes idiosyncrasies, and we learn from one another. And at those moments of D Bonding, I KNOW that I’m not alone.
I love moments of D bonding that are totally unexpected. When these moments involve cupcakes, I like them even better!
I relish the time that I’m D Disconnect Mode from my pump. Those times include but are not limited to, the pool, the bath, the shower, a massage at the spa (which happens far less often than I’d like or need,) and a good roll in the hay! Sometimes the latter also involves wearing my pump, but that’s a different post entirely!
I love finding extra diabetes supplies in unexpected places, like in my glove compartment or in a long unused suitcase or handbag. Recently I found four infusion sets in the bottom drawer of my bathroom vanity, which is normally reserve for washcloths. I had absolutely no ideal how they ended up there, but finding them was the cherry on the cake of my nonetheless.
And then there are those infuriating diabetes moments that make me more nuts than usual.
Moments like unexplained high or low blood sugars that happen for no reason except because diabetes can allow them to. My frustration factor becomes higher right along with my numbers and I have to make myself mentally detach from the anger and frustration, which isn’t easy to do.
The middle of the night lows that make waking up for work in the morning more difficult than usual because of over treating, but you over treated because you were blowing a 40bg at 2 am.
Then there are the times when my pump becomes a magnet for doorknobs. Comically, my pumps attraction to doorknobs is VERY FUNNY to watch - as a spectator. But it hurts like hell when your an active participant in said doorknob/insulin pump attraction. It can also become downright expensive.
Then there are the moments (both large and small) that diabetes makes me feel tremendous self doubt.
Did I bolus correctly?
What if my blood sugar doesn’t get back to normal?
Why am I running into more members of the Diabetes Police today than I have the whole month? And why the hell am I letting them get to me?
Personally or professionally speaking, will this person have more of an issue with me being a PWD (person with diabetes) than I do?
And it’s at those maddening diabetes moments, that I make myself remember the little diabetes moments that bring me happiness – and the maddening moments become less so.
Because remembering those little moments of happiness really does make all the difference in the world~
Back Away From The Idiot At The Party

As I read (and became once again incensed) yet another article that didn't differentiate between Type 1 and Type 2 Diabetes, in a major womens periodical, I was reminded of an incident that occurred a few months ago.
I was at a friend’s birthday party -celebrating his big day, catching up with old friends and meeting new people.
The cupcakes were coconut, the wine was red, the beer was Belgian and the people (for the most part) were an interesting mix.
I can honestly say I was having a great time.
As I eyed the coconut cupcake that was calling my name, and tried to figure out it’s carb content in my head. A woman who I'd just met a few minutes earlier, noticed my pump and started to ask questions.
Here's the play by play:
Her: "Is that a cell phone?" Asked in a quizzical tone.
Me: "No it's an insulin pump." Said with confidence and pride.
Her: "Wow, does it like take your blood sugar?"
Me: " No, not this model." I was not about to go into what a CGM was, to detailed for a newbie.
Her: "Do you have to wear it all the time?" She asked in a doom filled tone.
Me: Yeah, pretty much, except when I shower, swim or have sex. ...And even then, wearing the pump is still an option."
Her: "Well, how exactly does it work?"
Me: I went into the whole electronic pancreas,blood sugar and counting of carbs speech - you know the one., I won't bore us by repeating it verbatim.
Her: "Oh cool. But..... I could never do that, I'm not good with needles and I love chocolate to much."
Me: "Well I eat chocolate when I want to, and as far as the needle and canula, you do what you have to so you can live a good life. It beats the alternative of not taking insulin. I like to live, you know? This is the best option for me until there's a cure."
Her: "Well, I couldn't do it. Have you thought about just cutting back on carbs and doing more exercise? I bet u could totally stop taking insulin if u did that."
Me: Seething and ready to slug her. I had to take a deep breath and count backwards
from ten before I continued to talk to this IDIOT.
10, 9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1. " Look - I have type 1, I don't make ANY insulin. I could run marathons and I’d still have to inject daily."
Her: Sounding a bit indignant. "Well, I read that if diabetics did more exercise and ate less crap, you could eventually stop taking insulin."
Me: I had to remind myself that I was at my friends birthday, which was not the place to verbally annihilate a fellow guest, no matter how stupid she might be. "Look, you need to read more about the two types of diabetes. T1 and T2. It's all over the Internet; just Google " The difference between t1 diabetes & t2 diabetes" in quotes and do the research. Excuse me, I see someone I haven't talked to in months. Good talking with you."
I grabbed my cupcake and walked towards the living room. It was a no win situation that I had just removed myself from. We were at a birthday party of a mutual friend. She didn’t want to be wrong and on this particular subject, I knew I was right.
It was best to end the conversation and move on.
Yes, I was ready to kill her. Verbally, I could have destroyed her with my words based on fact and fused with a sardonic humor that had taken years to develop & fine tune. I've done it in the past, and I'm really quite good at it.
But I had to walk away for Jeff’s sake. It was not the time or the place to bring some misinformed idiot to tears –Boy, was she lucky.
People are miss informed about Diabetes because of what's in print and what they hear on TV.
Most of the time, we as diabetics can explain the differences between the two diseases and people will want to be educated and informed about both types.
Other times, that's just not the case. I put my friend ahead of the facts because I could tell "Idiot Chick" didn't want to listen.
Still, every time I think about it, I'm bothered by the fact that:
A. She didn't know the difference.
and
B. She didn't want to know the difference.
FYI - The following is NOT a gremlin!
I Still Wonder.....About Everything

I wonder what it would be like
Not to have test my blood sugar,
Not to have to constantly count my carb intake,
Not to ever worry about Diabetic complications.
What would life be like to never have something attached and injected in my body on a daily basis in order to live?
Other days I wonder how the stars can shine so brightly.
Or how could I view a lunar eclipse well past midnight,
And somehow still not be tired the next day?
I always wonder why every wave is different....
Yet the same.
Waves remind me of home.
My childhood,
And my diabetes.
My diabetes is the same as yours -
But unique because it's mine.
For instance:
Pasta drives my blood sugar crazy -
So I do with out.
Ice cream I can navigate without much of a problem.
So indulge from time to time.
I can live without a big bowl of pasta,
I prefer ice cream anyway.
It's a strange thing,
But I never actually wondered why I got diabetes
Maybe I was to young when I was diagnosed to really understand.
It happened,
It couldn't be changed
And that was that.
Cathy, my only sister who doesn't have diabetes,
Always wondered why the rest of us got it and she didn't.
The only answer I had for her all these years....
Was that I was supposed to get it
And she wasn't.
I never really understood my answer,
But I still knew it to be true.
I just wasn't really sure why.
Then a few years ago, I started speaking and telling jokes regarding life with diabetes to patient groups and Diabetes organizations.
I realized that by making others laugh and learn because of my humor,
Not only helped them –
It helped me.
It was something I was supposed to do in & with my life.
And finally....My Diabetes answer made sense.
