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You Tube Tuesday #5

Tomorrow I will post about my adventure at the Ophthalmologists office.

Today I give you another kitty video but this one blew me away. I have NEVER seen a cat like this before.

Check it out.


Could anything be worse?

Maybe being trapped at a Michael Bolton concert? I dunno.

For me, this is always the WORST DAY OF THE YEAR.

Annual Eye Exam Day.

I remember back to the first time I had this done and how the Ophthalmologist put 8 drops in each eye to get my eyes to dilate. No other doctor has ever had to use that many so I am convinced that my first Ophthalmologist must not have liked me.

I feel a rant coming on…

Seriously folks, how can it help the doctor to see if Diabetes has affected my eyes when the eye drops are made of molasses? At least that is what it feels like. Or, I would describe it as drops that make your eyes 10 times their normal size and your poor little lids try their darndest to get over them. Like I need any more stretch marks. Loverly.

I hate having to sit in the waiting room watching the world blur up even worse then it already does without my glasses. Picking up magazines trying to identify what or who is on the cover of Time from 1988 since the newer issues have not made it out from the break room to the common folk.

I hate this day so much.

Deep down I know that this is for the best. I know that without this procedure there is a possibility that the “D” will wreak havoc on my eyes without me noticing it physically until it is too late.

Hell, maybe it has.

Maybe that is what I hate the most. The idea that this afternoon I may find out that becoming a B.A.D. a year ago was just too little too late. The thought of it sickens me. I am terrified of going blind, losing my toes, needing to be on dialysis. All of that stuff that is possibly in my future. At least that is what every brochure I have ever seen always said.

Tomorrow is always the best day of the year for me.

Here’s to tomorrow.


Master P Has My Back!


I have decided to try a new site on my back. Well as far around my side and I can twist (without dancing of course). And something very strange happened. My BG has been very VERY good.

Now, I can honestly say that I have not changed my eating habits or really anything else that would attribute except for this site change. Could a site in a very good spot make this big of a difference? It makes me wonder if I have a lot of scar tissue in my stomach or something that is causing bad absorption.

Either way I am enjoying the great BG’s and the AWESOME *Postprandial BG’s! I had been running high for so long. It is nice to actually have a few Hypo’s (I know that sounds awful but I think you all know what I mean).

Do any of you find that this is an issue? All those years taking shots only in my stomach, I wonder if I ruined the real estate. That would be a shame since it has increased in size recently. That is a lot of potential land to lose! LOL

*Postprandial BG = After mealtime Blood Glucose


You Tube Tuesday #4

A friend of mine swears that this exercise fad helped her lose 30 pounds.

I must confess that I did try it once. It is hard to do any of this program without laughing or continually making sure no one is watching. I think this was the only time in my life I have ever been embarrassed while being completely alone.

*EDIT 1/25/07 - The original clip I posted was taken down. I found another one. I had to have something for you all to see!


Everything Happens for a Reason

On my last post I wrote about how I was bummed that I could not make it out to see my sister this weekend.

But there was a very good reason why.
The African Children's Choir came to our church this morning and led worship.


Now, I know not all of you are church goers which is fine. I will not get all Gospel on you so don't run away. This post is for everyone in need of a little hope.

Today, St. Andrew Lutheran Church was blessed to have 26 children from Uganda come and lead them in worship. Their songs and stories were so touching and moving that I actually came back for the second service just to see them again.

The 14 girls and 12 boys came dancing into the sanctuary to the sound of booming tribal drums, being played by 3 of the boys, and singing at the top of their lungs. Instantly a wave of excitement rushed over everyone in church.

Their brightly colored outfits were only outshone by their enthusiastic smiles. Each one with a different story, a unique path, their own hopes and dreams. It was incredible.

After energizing uplifting versions of songs we sing in church and soft, touching slower songs that were new to me, a video was shown about the group. I thought I was done crying but I was wrong.

On the screen were images of Uganda in times of war and famine. The war may be over but the famine and poverty remain. The video was narrated by a woman who was in the very first ACC and she is now a journalist.

She told stories of other children who are now doctors, lawyers, and engineers in their home country. It was awesome to see how the money they have raised has made a difference. How these kids that may not have had a chance, now have a future.

The other thing about it is that they want to help their country. They do not take their new knowledge and go elsewhere. They come back to their towns and villages and help their own people. It is a very beautiful journey.

These little kids singing have auditioned and been accepted to go on this mission. They are ambassadors for their country. Representatives of all the other kids that did not make the choir but are in need of an education just the same. They travel the world singing and spreading their message of hope.

Raising awarness. Raising funds. Raising spirits!