Random Entertainment for the Week 6.28

I love Ukes!

Warner Brothers decided have a little spat with Youtube, so all videos containing WB artists, or their music, or covers of their music have apparently been removed from the site. Sorry.

If it gets your goat:

Contact WB. Let them know how you feel.

http://www.warnerbros.com/main/help/customer_service.html

Beware! Skunks and other critters.

I live near a park, said park is nicely wooded. has a pond, trails. and plenty of play space for man and other animals.

This evening I took the bird for a walk. More specifically, I walked. He rode on my shoulder and made comments loudly in my ear. We saw the usual geese (they're still scary), and dogs (no reaction what so ever to any dog bird-boy has ever met) and tonight we stumbled across a skunk.

I almost stepped on it, the furry bugger was that close. At first I thought it was a cat and then I smelled it. I froze, it looked at me, the bird wisely chose that moment to hide in my hair and the skunk went on its merry way.

It scared the bejezus out of me. I think almost as much as the time I stepped (literally) on a mouse in the woods and it didn't die, just ran around in circles until it flopped over and twitched. At least the skunk survived and green bean and I didn't get sprayed.

So tonight Green Bean and I are counting our blessings and thankful that we don't stink like a ten year old craptastic skunked beer and weasel ass.

No offense to the smelly ones, but I think Beanie and I will stick to afternoon walks when the skunks are sleeping even if there are more scary geese around. At least they warn you before you're close...

Who Needs Sleep?

I should be writing a paper and here I am. I'm so not interested in homework today. There's a band playing in the park behind us. The sun is shining. It's beautiful outside and we bought a moonwalk this afternoon.

The day does not bode well for busywork and the reading of medical journal articles no matter how interesting they might just be (can you say sarcasm boys and girls?).

Maybe tonight. After all, if the gods had meant for us to sleep they would not have given us coffee...

Random Entertainment For The Week. 6/21

Dear Mr. President.



Pink is awesome.

No Time For Diabetes

I have a day job. Work is busy. I have school in the evenings with godawful amounts of homework for only six credits, and I have a business that functions mostly on the weekend but still, its an additional 10-20 hrs a week I have shiet to do. So you get where I'm going with this. I don't have time for Diabetes.

It's a good thing I have functioning islets because, lately diabetes just takes way too much time. I'm seriously thinking about giving it up for my summer solstice resolutions or some other major holiday. Meanwhile, I'm still schlepping around my meter and oodles of pill bottles and logging and all that happy crap because I feel guilty when I don't. 28 years of chronic illness will do that to you even if you've been "cured".

But back to the original subject, I don't really have time for everything in my life and I think for once diabetes may just be the thing I can push aside for awhile, at least until school is done for summer and business has slowed down again for the fall/winter season.

Two years ago, I would never had entertained the idea of allowing myself to forget diabetes even for the day. It's yet another reason why I'm glad I had the islet transplant in spite of everything I had to go through to get here.

Have I mentioned today that I love my islets!?

So, here's a shout out to my donor, their family for thinking of others at a time when most people aren't able to think past their own grief and to my doctors for doing the work they do.

Yayislets!

btw. go sign up to be an organ donor. Don't wait. do it now.
thanks.

Random Entertainment for Last Week Because I forgot!

I had bigger and better things to do on Friday, like draw giant chalk cities on sidewalks with my nieces, so I forgot all about Random Entertainment for the Week 6/13/8. So here you have it. enjoy.

I Can't Wait!!

School's In For Summer

I started classes again today. Good Lord, being on campus again, starting over makes me feel like an old lady. Today I just had Math Lab otherwise known as Algebra for Morons. Tomorrow is more exciting. Fitness and Wellness for people under 18 and those that don't have a chronic illness and have no idea how to read a nutrition label. Sorry, not meaning to insult anyone under 18 but if you've been around and had diabetes as long as I have you kind of already, know the basics of how to eat your veggies and Brazil nuts for a long and healthy life. The book is obviously written for younger type college students too but I shouldn't be so proud as to think I won't learn anything. Maybe it will motivate me to exercise a bit more or maybe I'm just really really trying to convince myself that I won't get bored with it all.

Boredom and I don't get along. Boredom is a bad a bad thing. When I get bored I slack off and start doing more interesting things like practice the ukulele or draw cartoon snowmen versions of my doctors doing silly things. Unless, I'm in front of a computer screen, I don't sit still well to do schoolwork. I was that child before that child had the label of ADD. In the 70's they didn't medicate kids. They taught us how to work around it, which didn't always works so well and reminds me I left my coffee in the car, I should go get that.

mmmm coffeeee...

Anyway, school started and I digress. I'm kind of nervous about the whole thing, even though I know I really don't need to be, but fact is I am.

maybe it will be good for me.

maybe fitness for dummies will help me get motivated and exercise more.

maybe I won't get bored.

and hopefully, I'll learn something new.

yayschool.

Random Entertainment Of The Week 6/6

How do you see life with a chronic illness?

Meters

I know for a fact I'm not the only one out there that has a meter obsession. I have a spare dresser in my walk in closet that I keep junk like art supplies, photos, birthday cards from my mother and as of today, 54 meters.

54!

When did this happen? I blame others on the intertube for my addiction. You know who you are! Only six years ago I was a sane woman with only, oh say, 5 or 10 meters. Now I've fallen into the realm of insanity. I think I have every brand out there minus Walmart's version because I just refuse to go there.

I've thought about donating some but once they're opened they're considered biohazards. I'd rate them and post it but that's been done ad nauseum, so unless someone has a fancy new fan dangled meter out there they want me to review for them. I'm not going there either.

So what does a girl do? So far I'm planning on keeping them so that in 20yrs I can say. Ohhh! I have THAT old dinosaur! I have them in they're own special drawer with the rest of my diabetes supplies, boxes and user guides and everything!

yeah, not much else to say on this one. *sigh*

I'm a dork.

Fat Bird.

I found this old ratty falling apart photo of Earl Grea. Grea was a fat bird. He weighed more then twice what my heaviest parakeet since has weighed. He was happy, and beautiful and squishy and I loved all 72 grams of him.

Januvia doesn't like ice cream. Sad for me.

Ok, big surprise. I had ice cream tonight and even with Januvia my blood sugar went up to 178. Its not bad mind you, given the carb content of the meal I ate plus ice cream, but I hate seeing numbers like that. Hate it enough to not eat ice cream on occasion? Nope.

I used to get annoyed with whiny people that complained about their blood sugars being 140 - 200. Now I understand them. I understand type 2's a little better too, cause the whole restraint in eating isn't always so easy. And on occasion you just gotta have cookies-n-cream. I don't care who you are. You're a freak if you say otherwise!

So here I am thirsty, feeling like a kid that had too much crap to eat on easter, wishing I had some insulin, missing the hell out of my pump and vowing to once again avoid high carb meals at all cost. Tomorrow when I wake up and my blood sugar is 98, I'll think otherwise and thank my islets for doing their job. Even if they are a little on the dysfunctional side.