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.
