Thursday, April 24, 2008
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
List of Things I'll Always Love
I'm trying to do this whole focus on the positive, so here you have it. This is my own personal version of Maria Von Trapp's "Favorite Things"...
1. When Rolf yells "Lieutenant!!" in the convent scene in the Sound of Music - rather, I always love to imitate it.
2. "The Real Slim Shady"- "And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?" I don't know why.
3. When CJ tells the Cartographers for Social Justice that flipping the map upside down is freaking her out in Season Two of the West Wing.
4. String intros on great songs - best examples are Nightswimming by REM and No Peace Los Angeles by Mike Doughty
5. Sleeping in the sun
6. Theodore Roosevelt Island
7. My red Thai pants
8. Gummy fried eggs - even if I don't eat them anymore
9. Driving
10. Feeling like a good person because I'm taking the Metro to work instead of driving.
11. Parallel structure in lists and outlines
12. The sound of typing
13. Almost anything Timbaland does
14. Saying "donde," "aqui," y "ahora" completely out of linguistic context
15. The number 104
1. When Rolf yells "Lieutenant!!" in the convent scene in the Sound of Music - rather, I always love to imitate it.
2. "The Real Slim Shady"- "And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?" I don't know why.
3. When CJ tells the Cartographers for Social Justice that flipping the map upside down is freaking her out in Season Two of the West Wing.
4. String intros on great songs - best examples are Nightswimming by REM and No Peace Los Angeles by Mike Doughty
5. Sleeping in the sun
6. Theodore Roosevelt Island
7. My red Thai pants
8. Gummy fried eggs - even if I don't eat them anymore
9. Driving
10. Feeling like a good person because I'm taking the Metro to work instead of driving.
11. Parallel structure in lists and outlines
12. The sound of typing
13. Almost anything Timbaland does
14. Saying "donde," "aqui," y "ahora" completely out of linguistic context
15. The number 104
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
My Hippie Music
Thanks to Katharine for sending me the link to this latest Mike Doughty video. Katie, pay close attention to the end of minute 2, I believe Scrap is dishing out the sausage/world peace.
I like to think my global contribution is my endless optimism for a better world.
I like to think my global contribution is my endless optimism for a better world.
Saturday, March 08, 2008
To make my amends
I've been a really bad blogger lately. I'm sorry. To make it up to everyone, I'm taking the easy way out and posting a video clip! This is the real world trial of an office chair that's supposed to sculpt your abs whilest you work. British-infused hilarity ensues...
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Open Letter to Anonymous Commenter
Dear Anonymous Commenter,
1. LASIK, not lazik. You'll notice that I've actually spelled it out for you in the post.
2. Are you implying that I should have gastric bypass surgery? If so, this is most disconcerting. I'm not sure if you know me, but I don't quite qualify for gastric bypass surgery. My BMI is normal, and though I'm definitely chubbier than I like right now, I'm by no means obese.
It's kind of you to think of me, but you're wrong if you're thinking that gastric bypass surgey can help my Type 1 diabetes. See Type 1 diabetes is an autoimmune disorder. My immune system attacked my pancreas and now it's kaput. The result is the inability to produce insulin and regulate the level of glucose in my blood. The insulin pump replaces the broken pancreas in the best way doctors currently know how.
You're probably thinking of Type 2 diabetes. This is the disorder where a person's body continues to produce insulin, it's just really bad about using it correctly. It can be caused by a number of factors, including just getting old, but one of the most popular reasons to blame right now is obesity, which is what the gastric bypass surgery is trying to address. Being overweight is a major factor of developing Type 2 diabetes. It is NOT, in any way, related to Type 1 diabetes.
So, there's your first mistake. If you're recommending that I get gastric bypass surgery, you have effectively just recommended that I surgerically starve myself.
Your second mistake is believing everything you read in the news. This study says that gastric bypass has the great benefit of "curing" diabetes. I hope that for many of the patients, that's true, it would be great. Unfortunately, since the study didn't look at 5 year, 10 year, or 20 year follow up results, we'll never know if that claim is actually true, and the patients were cured for life, or if their condition actually returned because their treatment was really only a band aid for whatever caused them to become obese to begin with.
See, something made these people obese. The weight is just a symptom of that underlying cause. Surgery treats the weight/symptom without any regard to the cause. Surgery to correct Type 2 diabetes, generally a lifestyle disease, is going to do the exact same thing. Obesity and Type 2 diabetes are generally acquired conditions, so the "cure" has to be ongoing lifestyle change. It's hard to make lasting change, though, when you're first step is such a drastic, one-time measure.
All this is my very long-winded way of saying that the gastric bypass study was funded by the company that makes the bands that are used in the surgery (yeah, it's true, look it up), and that until they publish some long term results that don't show a significant number of the subjects showing renewed symptoms of Type 2 diabetes over the next several years, this data is bunk and may be doing more harm than good.
But thanks for piping up, we always encourage participation here at Lizzie's Blog!
1. LASIK, not lazik. You'll notice that I've actually spelled it out for you in the post.
2. Are you implying that I should have gastric bypass surgery? If so, this is most disconcerting. I'm not sure if you know me, but I don't quite qualify for gastric bypass surgery. My BMI is normal, and though I'm definitely chubbier than I like right now, I'm by no means obese.
It's kind of you to think of me, but you're wrong if you're thinking that gastric bypass surgey can help my Type 1 diabetes. See Type 1 diabetes is an autoimmune disorder. My immune system attacked my pancreas and now it's kaput. The result is the inability to produce insulin and regulate the level of glucose in my blood. The insulin pump replaces the broken pancreas in the best way doctors currently know how.
You're probably thinking of Type 2 diabetes. This is the disorder where a person's body continues to produce insulin, it's just really bad about using it correctly. It can be caused by a number of factors, including just getting old, but one of the most popular reasons to blame right now is obesity, which is what the gastric bypass surgery is trying to address. Being overweight is a major factor of developing Type 2 diabetes. It is NOT, in any way, related to Type 1 diabetes.
So, there's your first mistake. If you're recommending that I get gastric bypass surgery, you have effectively just recommended that I surgerically starve myself.
Your second mistake is believing everything you read in the news. This study says that gastric bypass has the great benefit of "curing" diabetes. I hope that for many of the patients, that's true, it would be great. Unfortunately, since the study didn't look at 5 year, 10 year, or 20 year follow up results, we'll never know if that claim is actually true, and the patients were cured for life, or if their condition actually returned because their treatment was really only a band aid for whatever caused them to become obese to begin with.
See, something made these people obese. The weight is just a symptom of that underlying cause. Surgery treats the weight/symptom without any regard to the cause. Surgery to correct Type 2 diabetes, generally a lifestyle disease, is going to do the exact same thing. Obesity and Type 2 diabetes are generally acquired conditions, so the "cure" has to be ongoing lifestyle change. It's hard to make lasting change, though, when you're first step is such a drastic, one-time measure.
All this is my very long-winded way of saying that the gastric bypass study was funded by the company that makes the bands that are used in the surgery (yeah, it's true, look it up), and that until they publish some long term results that don't show a significant number of the subjects showing renewed symptoms of Type 2 diabetes over the next several years, this data is bunk and may be doing more harm than good.
But thanks for piping up, we always encourage participation here at Lizzie's Blog!
Monday, January 21, 2008
Open Letter to My Insulin Pump
So, uh, I wear an insulin pump. It keeps me alive and looks like this:
It's connected to me all the time via some very cool tubing and a little IV-like guy that I replace every few days.
I've been wearing it for about two months now, and I felt like reflecting on the experience. So, here you go, an open letter to my 24-hour companion.
Dear Batman,
We've had 11 wonderful weeks together. True, these last two months haven't all been smooth sailing, but I think you'll agree with me that the growing pains are nearing their end.
Some may say we were foolish kids to get so close so quickly. I mean, come on, we were living together after that first fateful date at the pump trainer's! I don't care how you slice it, that's a pretty quick transition. One minute you were theoretical, the next, we were joined at the abdomen. No pre-nup, no discussion of kids or values or walks on the beach. Just immediate, assumed compatibility.
And it's been great, really, it has. We've had some fun and some laughs. You've met my friends and my family. We got through the holidays with flying colors, right?
But, I'm not gonna lie - I've got some beefs. There's some stuff I'd like to discuss. Now, I say all of this out of love, and because I think we could have a real future together. But if we're gonna last, we need to have an open an honest relationship - the good, the bad, and the ugly, ok? Here goes:
1. Some times you're not very predictable - Mornings seem to be kind of a crap shoot lately. 65, 157, who knows what's gonna show up on the meter? I get it, we're still feeling each other out, and obviously my own choices play a role in the matter, but is it too much to ask that you start to follow SOME kind of pattern??
2. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're kind of ... big. Usually it's not a problem, you fit in my bra and we get along fine, safe in our own secret world. But other times, like this morning, your size makes it impossible to get dressed. You stick out of my pockets, you make my waistbands tighter when clipped in there. You're just big. I know you've come a long way since your backpack days, and I don't want to give you a complex or anything, but it is kind of a drag ALWAYS having to figure out where to stick you.
3. Speaking of size - STOP MAKING ME GAIN WEIGHT! Enough already. I'm not arguing on this one.
4. Your family drives me slightly batty. Animas has been great, really, but your software is a joke! I haven't seen a graphics interface that lame since the original Flight Simulator. You don't seem to get along well with the USB linky thing either. I like YOU, though, so I'm willing to hope the family comes around in time.
So there it is. I think we can work on these issues. They are as much my fault as they are yours. But, I promise to stick with it if you do, kid!
Love,
Lizzie
It's connected to me all the time via some very cool tubing and a little IV-like guy that I replace every few days.
I've been wearing it for about two months now, and I felt like reflecting on the experience. So, here you go, an open letter to my 24-hour companion.
Dear Batman,
We've had 11 wonderful weeks together. True, these last two months haven't all been smooth sailing, but I think you'll agree with me that the growing pains are nearing their end.
Some may say we were foolish kids to get so close so quickly. I mean, come on, we were living together after that first fateful date at the pump trainer's! I don't care how you slice it, that's a pretty quick transition. One minute you were theoretical, the next, we were joined at the abdomen. No pre-nup, no discussion of kids or values or walks on the beach. Just immediate, assumed compatibility.
And it's been great, really, it has. We've had some fun and some laughs. You've met my friends and my family. We got through the holidays with flying colors, right?
But, I'm not gonna lie - I've got some beefs. There's some stuff I'd like to discuss. Now, I say all of this out of love, and because I think we could have a real future together. But if we're gonna last, we need to have an open an honest relationship - the good, the bad, and the ugly, ok? Here goes:
1. Some times you're not very predictable - Mornings seem to be kind of a crap shoot lately. 65, 157, who knows what's gonna show up on the meter? I get it, we're still feeling each other out, and obviously my own choices play a role in the matter, but is it too much to ask that you start to follow SOME kind of pattern??
2. Don't take this the wrong way, but you're kind of ... big. Usually it's not a problem, you fit in my bra and we get along fine, safe in our own secret world. But other times, like this morning, your size makes it impossible to get dressed. You stick out of my pockets, you make my waistbands tighter when clipped in there. You're just big. I know you've come a long way since your backpack days, and I don't want to give you a complex or anything, but it is kind of a drag ALWAYS having to figure out where to stick you.
3. Speaking of size - STOP MAKING ME GAIN WEIGHT! Enough already. I'm not arguing on this one.
4. Your family drives me slightly batty. Animas has been great, really, but your software is a joke! I haven't seen a graphics interface that lame since the original Flight Simulator. You don't seem to get along well with the USB linky thing either. I like YOU, though, so I'm willing to hope the family comes around in time.
So there it is. I think we can work on these issues. They are as much my fault as they are yours. But, I promise to stick with it if you do, kid!
Love,
Lizzie
Monday, January 07, 2008
A question and a chunk
I was successfully declared an excellent candidate for LASIK eye surgery today. Now all I need to do is agree to let someone I don't know SHOOT LASERS AT MY EYES!!! But first, I'm get to pay him a tremendous amount of money. So, I ask the Internet community, should I sign my thick corneas up for some LASIK action?
Now, let's get back to 2007 and the stuff I didn't know:
24. How thick my corneas are.
25. How long Anna Karenina is.
26. That it can be 70 degrees on Thanksgiving.
27. I may actually prefer an alternative Thanksgiving menu of salmon and eggplant parmagiana.
28. I make a wicked vegetable soup from scratch.
29. Funny people aren't funny without writers.
30. I'd start to feel moderately competent at my job.
31. My job will always feel incredibly difficult.
32. I LOVE SCOTT BAIO.
33. Scott Baio was a real cad for a while there.
34. Eat, Pray, Love would rock my socks in a low key introspective way.
35. That I'm really good at backbends in yoga.
36. The return of Aaron Sorkin with Charlie Wilson's War is good, but doesn't make up for the post-Sorkin West Wing funk.
37. The name Judd Aptow.
38. I'm not ready for Thai massage. I don't think I'll ever be ready for Thai massage.
39. To be properly feng shui'd, the bed cannot face towards the door.
40. I would inherit a beta fish named Fishy.
41. One morning, we would find Fishy swimming around with what looked like a popped gill.
42. Fishy popped his gill because he was constipated.
43. Fish get constipated.
44. Even if they bloom early, the cherry blossoms really are worth all the fuss.
45. I'd become an eeensy bit obsessed with a Broadway show called Spring Awakening.
46. Chicken Lizzie is a name that sticks.
47. Flying around in a 15 seater plane isn't that scary.
48. Having the window in front of you pop open is a little scary.
49. I'm getting really good at cooking tofu.
50. After starting Atonement in February, I'd finally get past page 30 on December 19th and be finished with it by December 22nd.
Some more to come. Please feel free to suggest categories, if you like.
Now, let's get back to 2007 and the stuff I didn't know:
24. How thick my corneas are.
25. How long Anna Karenina is.
26. That it can be 70 degrees on Thanksgiving.
27. I may actually prefer an alternative Thanksgiving menu of salmon and eggplant parmagiana.
28. I make a wicked vegetable soup from scratch.
29. Funny people aren't funny without writers.
30. I'd start to feel moderately competent at my job.
31. My job will always feel incredibly difficult.
32. I LOVE SCOTT BAIO.
33. Scott Baio was a real cad for a while there.
34. Eat, Pray, Love would rock my socks in a low key introspective way.
35. That I'm really good at backbends in yoga.
36. The return of Aaron Sorkin with Charlie Wilson's War is good, but doesn't make up for the post-Sorkin West Wing funk.
37. The name Judd Aptow.
38. I'm not ready for Thai massage. I don't think I'll ever be ready for Thai massage.
39. To be properly feng shui'd, the bed cannot face towards the door.
40. I would inherit a beta fish named Fishy.
41. One morning, we would find Fishy swimming around with what looked like a popped gill.
42. Fishy popped his gill because he was constipated.
43. Fish get constipated.
44. Even if they bloom early, the cherry blossoms really are worth all the fuss.
45. I'd become an eeensy bit obsessed with a Broadway show called Spring Awakening.
46. Chicken Lizzie is a name that sticks.
47. Flying around in a 15 seater plane isn't that scary.
48. Having the window in front of you pop open is a little scary.
49. I'm getting really good at cooking tofu.
50. After starting Atonement in February, I'd finally get past page 30 on December 19th and be finished with it by December 22nd.
Some more to come. Please feel free to suggest categories, if you like.
Thursday, January 03, 2008
100 Things that I know now...
The BBC put together their annual list of 100 Things We Didn't Know Last Year here.
I fully intend on creating my own list of 100 Things Lizzie Didn't Know Last Year, but that's a lot of things, you know, at once. So how about we break this sucker down into some more manageable chunks. 2008 is the year of more manageable expectations, after all.
Chunk #1 - No particular theme, no rhyme or reason
1. Barack Obama would win the Iowa democratic caucas.
2. The name Benazir Bhutto.
3. Grey's Anatomy would totally jump the shark.
4. What the sun in Thailand felt like.
5. What the sun in Honduras felt like.
6. What a mosquito bite in Honduras feels like.
7. You can't find cuter kids than the Miskito kids in Rio Platano. Really, it's impossible.
8. Jumping from one shot a day to six shots a day doesn't take all that long to get used to.
9. Wearing an insulin pump doesn't take all that long to get used to.
10. Getting used to something DOES NOT imply acceptance.
11. I looked really cute with short hair.
12. Street squid in Bangkok is pretty damn tasty.
13. Pad thai really is only the tip of the Thai food iceberg.
14. I firmly support the work of unions.
15. Edmunds.com is a girl's best friend.
16. I understand horsepower.
17. The difference between a 4 cylinder, 6 cylinder, and 8 cylinder engine.
18. To laugh, even inside, at people who refer to a "V-4" engine.
19. I like to wear slippers.
20. I can go 6 months without owning a car.
21. It really bugged me to not have a car at my disposal all the time.
22. The phrase is actually "all intents and purposes" NOT "all intensive purposes." Really, I swear.
23. How to do links on blogger.com.
Ok, that's all for now. Stay tuned for the rest of list later to come.
I fully intend on creating my own list of 100 Things Lizzie Didn't Know Last Year, but that's a lot of things, you know, at once. So how about we break this sucker down into some more manageable chunks. 2008 is the year of more manageable expectations, after all.
Chunk #1 - No particular theme, no rhyme or reason
1. Barack Obama would win the Iowa democratic caucas.
2. The name Benazir Bhutto.
3. Grey's Anatomy would totally jump the shark.
4. What the sun in Thailand felt like.
5. What the sun in Honduras felt like.
6. What a mosquito bite in Honduras feels like.
7. You can't find cuter kids than the Miskito kids in Rio Platano. Really, it's impossible.
8. Jumping from one shot a day to six shots a day doesn't take all that long to get used to.
9. Wearing an insulin pump doesn't take all that long to get used to.
10. Getting used to something DOES NOT imply acceptance.
11. I looked really cute with short hair.
12. Street squid in Bangkok is pretty damn tasty.
13. Pad thai really is only the tip of the Thai food iceberg.
14. I firmly support the work of unions.
15. Edmunds.com is a girl's best friend.
16. I understand horsepower.
17. The difference between a 4 cylinder, 6 cylinder, and 8 cylinder engine.
18. To laugh, even inside, at people who refer to a "V-4" engine.
19. I like to wear slippers.
20. I can go 6 months without owning a car.
21. It really bugged me to not have a car at my disposal all the time.
22. The phrase is actually "all intents and purposes" NOT "all intensive purposes." Really, I swear.
23. How to do links on blogger.com.
Ok, that's all for now. Stay tuned for the rest of list later to come.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Sometimes I get creative...
When thinking about my half empty 30 gig iPod, I created this little tune in my head, sung to the tune of "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas.
What'cha gonna do with all them gigs
All them gigs inside that Pod?
I'mma play, play, play, play you songs
Play you songs songs all night long.
What'cha gonna do with all them gigs
All them gigs inside that Pod?
I'mma play, play, play, play you songs
Play you songs songs all night long.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
I Support the Unions!!
Especially writers. They take nothing and make funny. Or tragic. They should be compensated fairly for that talent.
Thanks to the writers and actors of The Office for making this funny video and helping a consumer like me understand what's going on with all this picket-y pop.
Thanks to the writers and actors of The Office for making this funny video and helping a consumer like me understand what's going on with all this picket-y pop.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
A: Freak. Scum. Witch. Cotton Balls.
Q: What is the TBS version of the Old School "ear muffs" scene and exactly why good movies shouldn't be allowed to be altered and shown on basic cable.
You're my boy, Blue.
Also -
100th POST!!!
On this auspicious occasion, let's got back to my roots and remember from whence the Blog o' Lizzie Musar came.
The year was 2004, and I looked like this:
I lived with my friends on a college campus seemingly built for impromptu picnics and finding your niche.
Exactly three years ago, this picture was taken:
(To preserve the Google identity of my friend in drag, I won't name names, but I will say, he made a fantastic Blair from Facts of Life.)
I was writing papers like crazy:
- By the People: Low Voter Turn Out and the Nature of Democracy in America
- Conscious of a Sinning Nation: The Changing Interpretation of Abolitionism since 1885
- More Than Victims: Women, Children, and a Feminist Interpretation of Trafficking in Persons Law
I invested a fair amount of time in crafting perfect away messages.
The future was only theoretical and rent was a myth.
An affordable dinner meant a can of tuna fish and half a sleeve of crackers.
Bad choices were occasionally worn as a badge of honor, and Mary Prankster was a battle cry.
Like a second-act teenager, I was trying my hardest to figure out adolescent skirmishes in a feigned adult world.
I still had 6 months before real life kicked in, and I couldn't wait. Looking back, this was dumb. D-U-M-B.
It was a damn good life.
You're my boy, Blue.
Also -
100th POST!!!
On this auspicious occasion, let's got back to my roots and remember from whence the Blog o' Lizzie Musar came.
The year was 2004, and I looked like this:
I lived with my friends on a college campus seemingly built for impromptu picnics and finding your niche.
Exactly three years ago, this picture was taken:
(To preserve the Google identity of my friend in drag, I won't name names, but I will say, he made a fantastic Blair from Facts of Life.)
I was writing papers like crazy:
- By the People: Low Voter Turn Out and the Nature of Democracy in America
- Conscious of a Sinning Nation: The Changing Interpretation of Abolitionism since 1885
- More Than Victims: Women, Children, and a Feminist Interpretation of Trafficking in Persons Law
I invested a fair amount of time in crafting perfect away messages.
The future was only theoretical and rent was a myth.
An affordable dinner meant a can of tuna fish and half a sleeve of crackers.
Bad choices were occasionally worn as a badge of honor, and Mary Prankster was a battle cry.
Like a second-act teenager, I was trying my hardest to figure out adolescent skirmishes in a feigned adult world.
I still had 6 months before real life kicked in, and I couldn't wait. Looking back, this was dumb. D-U-M-B.
It was a damn good life.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I cut open my pepper and found God or a single mother
Imagine my surprise when I sliced into my red bell pepper and found this
My lunch apparently had a good time in my grocer's case, and came home knocked up. I'm not sure who the father was, but seeing as mother and child were now living in my care, I decided it was time to deliver.
Call me crazy, but doesn't this look like Babar, King of the Elephants, holding a giant green apple while wearing a jaunty green witch's hat?
With a quick cut to the umbilical root, pepper fetus becomes pepper baby.
Call the royal guard - Babar has been robbed!!
After giving the mama pepper a c-section, I ate her and threw her dissected baby in the trash. Aren't you glad that I didn't pursue a career in medicine?
My lunch apparently had a good time in my grocer's case, and came home knocked up. I'm not sure who the father was, but seeing as mother and child were now living in my care, I decided it was time to deliver.
Call me crazy, but doesn't this look like Babar, King of the Elephants, holding a giant green apple while wearing a jaunty green witch's hat?
With a quick cut to the umbilical root, pepper fetus becomes pepper baby.
Call the royal guard - Babar has been robbed!!
After giving the mama pepper a c-section, I ate her and threw her dissected baby in the trash. Aren't you glad that I didn't pursue a career in medicine?
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Happy birthday, Mom!!
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
My mom's the best,
Admit it, or I'll fight you!
Happy Birthday, Pussy Cat!!!
Violets are blue,
My mom's the best,
Admit it, or I'll fight you!
Happy Birthday, Pussy Cat!!!
Monday, August 13, 2007
I swear, I didn't even WANT the candy
I accidently OD'd on my NovoLog tonight. About an hour ago, I was singing in my car and shot myself up with 10 units of the old rapid acting stuff rather than the correct Levemir. Then I freaked out, because the rapid acting insulin drops your blood sugar very quickly, especially in a dose that is twice the amount that I've ever taken before. When your blood sugar drops that quickly, you pass out, and if you don't eat lots of carbs very quickly, bad things happen.
I was next to a Hollywood Video, so I ran inside and grabbed candy. What doesn't have nuts in it, what is pure sugar? Junior Mints and Kit Kat - perfect! Thanks to our consumer driven obesity epidemic, each came in double serving packs, giving me a whopping 114 carbs in two neat packages. I ate the Kit Kat so fast, I think I heard it screaming for mercy, and then chased it with half the box (so one serving) of Junior Mints. I haven't had that quick a hit of sugar in a year (remember, today is my dia-versary), so I pretty much wanted to puke in about 30 seconds and definitely confirmed that I have a cavity in upper molar.
Then, I started the phone calls. First, to my insurance's emergency nurse, who told me to call Poison Control. With thoughts of neon green Mr. Yuk stickers and big bottles of bleach, I called up Poison Control. Paul, my new Poison Control BFF, kept me testing and talking. Here's how the numbers went - before shot: 144. 15 minutes after shot: 130. 5 minutes later: 140. 5 minutes later: 145. 8 minute drive home (I was trending up and the insulin wasn't going to peak for another 40 minutes - it's ok, really): 140. Ugh, more Junior Mints and a call to Paul.
Paul gives me the green light stop eating Junior Mints (thank God, I hate them now) and to move on to real food. I now have a delicious sweet potato and hot dog waiting for me (mmm, protein and slow acting carbs), and another date to call Paul in two hours after the NovoLog should be working its way out of my system.
Maybe Paul and I will get married and this will be our how-we-met story.
PS: I'm never eating freaking candy again.
I was next to a Hollywood Video, so I ran inside and grabbed candy. What doesn't have nuts in it, what is pure sugar? Junior Mints and Kit Kat - perfect! Thanks to our consumer driven obesity epidemic, each came in double serving packs, giving me a whopping 114 carbs in two neat packages. I ate the Kit Kat so fast, I think I heard it screaming for mercy, and then chased it with half the box (so one serving) of Junior Mints. I haven't had that quick a hit of sugar in a year (remember, today is my dia-versary), so I pretty much wanted to puke in about 30 seconds and definitely confirmed that I have a cavity in upper molar.
Then, I started the phone calls. First, to my insurance's emergency nurse, who told me to call Poison Control. With thoughts of neon green Mr. Yuk stickers and big bottles of bleach, I called up Poison Control. Paul, my new Poison Control BFF, kept me testing and talking. Here's how the numbers went - before shot: 144. 15 minutes after shot: 130. 5 minutes later: 140. 5 minutes later: 145. 8 minute drive home (I was trending up and the insulin wasn't going to peak for another 40 minutes - it's ok, really): 140. Ugh, more Junior Mints and a call to Paul.
Paul gives me the green light stop eating Junior Mints (thank God, I hate them now) and to move on to real food. I now have a delicious sweet potato and hot dog waiting for me (mmm, protein and slow acting carbs), and another date to call Paul in two hours after the NovoLog should be working its way out of my system.
Maybe Paul and I will get married and this will be our how-we-met story.
PS: I'm never eating freaking candy again.
Saturday, August 04, 2007
Taking a cue from the Monty Python boys and the sunny side of life
Hi everyone. This time last year my pancreas pooped out and it blew, so I'm going to dedicate this August to making the best of bad situations.
Example one - an entire Philippine prison gets down with "Thiller"
Example one - an entire Philippine prison gets down with "Thiller"
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Nevermind
Unless Scott Baio is sewing some pants for the pizza delivery stripper girl in their camera-free closet, he and I are no longer BFF's. He will be replaced by Daniel Craig. Done. Daniel Craig and I will have splendid intellectual conversations.
My Celebrity BFF's
With prior posts on the Quaker Oats guy and Charles in Charge, I think I'm officially declairing July to be my month of Blog-tastic Celebrity Fixation.
Celebrities I'd Most Like to be Friends With:
1. Scott Baio - he's just some quirkily messed up
2. Bret Michaels - he's actually kind of funny when he's not sticking his tongue down the throats of desperate women. We can test our blood sugar together, but there's no way I'm sharing needles with that human petri dish - Mama didn't raise no fool.
3. Robbie Williams - whilest recently profiled on MTV Cribs, he broke out with "giz-arden" and "this is where I keep my pants," all with a lovely little accent. The Sound of Music party in the $150,000 home theatre just sealed the deal.
4. Mike Rowe (Dirty Jobs guy) - so I can fix him up with my mom
5. Ben Folds - I'd like to learn how to play piano
6. Will Ferrell - he's funny Pearl the Landlord video that everyone has already seen but that I still love
They are all boys. That's weird. I guess that's because I have all the wonderful girl friends a gal could ever need - awwww!!!
Celebrities I'd Most Like to be Friends With:
1. Scott Baio - he's just some quirkily messed up
2. Bret Michaels - he's actually kind of funny when he's not sticking his tongue down the throats of desperate women. We can test our blood sugar together, but there's no way I'm sharing needles with that human petri dish - Mama didn't raise no fool.
3. Robbie Williams - whilest recently profiled on MTV Cribs, he broke out with "giz-arden" and "this is where I keep my pants," all with a lovely little accent. The Sound of Music party in the $150,000 home theatre just sealed the deal.
4. Mike Rowe (Dirty Jobs guy) - so I can fix him up with my mom
5. Ben Folds - I'd like to learn how to play piano
6. Will Ferrell - he's funny Pearl the Landlord video that everyone has already seen but that I still love
They are all boys. That's weird. I guess that's because I have all the wonderful girl friends a gal could ever need - awwww!!!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Friday, July 06, 2007
Wilford Brimley is the voice of my people
Thanks to Roommate Kirkwood for forwarding this to me. I have a new lease on life.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, KATIE MUSAR!!
There once was a sister named Katie
If a pirate, she'd be me matey
She's my teacher of cool
And an asset to every school
On a scale of 1 to 10, she's an 80
If a pirate, she'd be me matey
She's my teacher of cool
And an asset to every school
On a scale of 1 to 10, she's an 80
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