A few miscellaneous items you might like to know about over the holiday weekend. Or not — what, you won’t be glued to your computer reading me?! 
First up, Quote of the Week:
“Exubera was not our finest day,” acknowledged Pfizer’s vice chairman, David Shedlarz, during a recent conference call with analysts. “We made a lot of mistakes with what is a profoundly important therapeutic.” (courtesy of PharmaGossip)
Can you see me smiling?
Second, did you know that Sept. 10-16 is National Invisible Chronic Illness Awareness Week? Really! This campaign is “a worldwide effort to bring together the people who live with invisible chronic illness and those who love them.” Check out InvisibleIllness.com for
all the details.
Further to my discovery of the country’s leading chronic illness coach, a few more interesting blogs on the topic:
Third, calls for submissions / places to share your D-experiences:
Author Sheri Colberg-Ochs is working on the 2nd edition of her first book, “The Diabetic Athlete.” In order to collect “updated information from active individuals with diabetes,” she’s asking PWDs who exercise regularly to kindly complete a quick online questionnaire HERE (by Oct. 31 latest).
Dreaming About Water co-editors Amy Mercer and Violeta Garcia-Mendoza are seeking personal essay submissions from women writers for their upcoming anthology on female life with diabetes. See the details HERE.
There’s still a little time to give your input on the development of a new national conference for Adults with Type 1 diabetes. Hurry — you have until Friday, Sept. 7 — to fill out the survey HERE! We’re running a naming contest as well, so if you have great idea for what to call this event, you could win a copy of our Know Your Numbers book or a DiabetesMine.com T-shirt or mug. Now how’s that for a tempting weekend treat?
The Night before Christmas:
A Diabetic Adventure
T’was the night before Christmas
And all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse.
From the kitchen I heard
Tiptoes and a creak
And as I got closer
A refrigerator squeak.
I turned on the light
And looked all around.
Then something approached
With a leap and a bound.
I was stifled with fear
But expecting shear glee.
This thing stood before me
Oh! What could it be?
And as I moved closer,
With nearly a sound.
I couldn’t believe
What I had just I found!
A sweet eating monster-thing
With barely a care
Was there in my kitchen
Without any fear.
His head in the fridge
Stealing my sweet
Then he looked at me woozy
And started retreat.
I stepped right before him
Expecting the worst,
The small, little bugger
Ate my liverwurst!
It wasn’t enough.
He wanted a high
And went for the sugar
With a battle scream cry!!
He reached for the cake
With pudding and cream,
“Don’t try to stop me”,
He said with a scream!
“I’m desperate for sugar
And carbs and for fat
This is the place
Without doubt I know that.”
“Hand me the bread, pasta,
And fries,
And while you’re at it,
Please supersize.
And cute sugar cookies,
With icing galore
(Don’t pretend that you didn’t
Go buy out the store).
Then out on the lawn
Arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the front
To see what’s the matter.
Bright lights and sirens
And noises galore,
Loud footsteps and pounding
Upon the front door.
“Up with your hands,
All eating must cease,
It’s us, we are here!
We’re the bad Food Police!”
“Oh Officer, you’ve the wrong man,”
Said he, with no malice.
“In fact I’m the Brady Bunch maid
My name’s Alice.
I care for six kids
All day and all night
And here you go trying
To stir up some fright.”
“I’ve heard that before,
You’re not fooling me!
Tell me,
How high was your last A1C?”
“Diabetes you think?
It won’t happen to me.
I’ll just stop eating candy,”
Then he started to flee.
But grabbed one more sweet
And on the way out,
He turn and he smiled
With a sugary shout.
But the food police grabbed him
And gave him a lump,
Ripped off his shirt
Revealing his pump.
“Turn over those goodies,
You sly little elf
I’ve got a big craving
To eat them myself.”
“Keep away from my sweets.
Keep away from my pump.
Come any closer
You’ll get tossed in the dump!”
The officer readied
Himself for a bite,
The sweet eater kicked him
Just out of spite.
He said, “Aren’t donuts enough
With your coffee my friend?
After all at the waist
You barely can bend.”
He wanted to leave
And looked to the right.
His chance for escape
Was coming in sight!
A swift move to the left,
A few steps to the right.
He’s coming real close.
His exit was tight.
Then he tripped and he fell
With a bang and a bump.
Somewhere in the snow now
Was lying his pump!
He searched and he found it,
Put it on with a click.
This sweet eating creature
Was slick on the stick.
As he walked on the sidewalk
Denying defeat
Looking down and ignoring
The pain in his feet.
He stood there in silence
With glaze on his face
I couldn’t help wishing
To help make his case
To help this poor thing
Gain hope and control
So that he could be well
And stay on a roll.
I took my glucometer,
checked his BG.
I couldn’t believe it!
Five hundred and three?!
He looked back on his life
It just wasn’t the same.
Then he tried to get up
But needed a crane.
The man on the crane said,
“Don’t be a jerk
Get to the doctor’s
And make your pump work!”
“But I like my carbs,
My cookies and treats!
Whatever you say
Won’t make me retreat!”
Just then he was cornered
And couldn’t move out
With cream on his mouth
And barely a pout
Without choice he gave in
And they took him away.
Off to the doctor’s
And there he would stay.
The endo walked in
With a scowl on his face,
“My dear boy you know
You are taking up space.
This is the third time
This week that we meet.
Listen, my boy
Lay off of those sweets!”
He gave him his pump
With some hope and some glee
And that sweet eater lowered
His bad A1C!
And he followed his plan,
Stayed low on the sweet.
Took care of himself.
He couldn’t be beat!
He exercised daily
And never did stray.
Today, indeed,
We rejoice in the day.
The moral of this story
Is stay under control
Or you could turn into
A sweet eating troll.
Thanks for sharing, my grandma have been tourture by Diabetic for 40 years now, pain to see her having injection on her own daily and cant have normal meal like the rest of us. Will check back for more of your posting.