Happy Thanksgiving! Yes, another major food-fest, which is particularly difficult for us PWDs, I know. But I love the slow four-day weekend, the once-a-year chance to eat sweet potatoes AND cranberries in one meal, and the fall colors. I love the fact that we unpack our old home movies and spend most of the weekend lying on the floor watching hours of my older children as babies crawling around and babbling into the camera. “I…Read more »
Gina and the gang over at DiabetesTalkfest have dubbed today, Nov. 9, as official D-Blog Day. How wonderful to have a “holiday” for all of us blogging our little hearts out about our constant companion and perpetual albatross, Diabetes. Of course, we’re all doing our best to always look on the bright side of life … ja?
I figure some 20-30 new diabetes blogs have appeared on the scene since I started my gig here.…
Last night I was thinking what a crazy American tradition it is, building an entire holiday around consumption of sugary sweets. Of course, it didn’t start out that way. Originally, it was simply a fall fest to drive away evil spirits. Sugar was introduced later with the Trick-or-Treat tradition.
Nowadays, it is aptly referred to as the “Sugar Fest, with Imagination.”
Mexico’s Day of the Dead, for example, is more about fine dining: “In some…
(I’ve always loved that line.) But seriously, here’s something that blew my mind: my friend has a diabetic cat. She tests its glucose levels once a day with a standard-issue BG meter, and she gives it insulin injections twice a day. She says she can tell when it’s having a low because its paws splay out and it stands there looking idiotic, like a steer with Mad Cow Disease. She also says the hardest part…Read more »
The girls have been out of summer camp and freewheeling, awaiting the start of school for 2 weeks now. Mom’s list of entertainments and distractions is severly waning… Seemed like a good time for a little diabetes-inspired Enlightenment:
Glucose testing –
How I procastinate.
What? I’m not eating yet.
Counting the carbs
of a large bowl of cereal.
Too much, too much.
On a summer’s day,
Will there be a bruise?