MOLTING SEASON IS HERE

I apologize in advance for the graphic nature of this post, but hey, if I can't share these things with my fellow Diabetics, then who can I turn to? There is no simpler way to put this than...I am molting - or shedding or peeling - you get the picture. I feel like the 8th dwarf, Flakey. It started with a patch of dry skin behind my left ear - now both ears are inflamed inside and out. And to top it all off, they itch like crazy! I have tried all the OTC remedies that my doctor has recommended - hydrocortisone cream, anti-itch cream, A&D ointment, petroleum jelly, lotions, potions, magical spells, and prayer. Nothing works. I read a suggestion from someone on the ADA message board that I should clean my ears with Head and Shoulders shampoo. No luck. Beside being excruciatingly uncomfortable, this is also embarrassing. I can't pull my hair back behind my ears, I avoid wearing black because of the flaking, and I've even had to trim all my fingernails to the quick just to keep from scratching til my ears bleed. So, if anyone has ANY suggestions or remedies, please please please post them. I will forever be in your debt - well, maybe not forever - but at least until next molting season.

Local Comedy Clubs - a GREAT night out!

OK - so I had my fun earlier with the blues song. This site is all about using laughter to deal with our diabetes. And if you didn't laugh at my pathetic attempt at song-writing then there is something seriously wrong with you, and I don't mean diabetes!

So, while we are on the subject of laughter, let me link you to some of the local comedy clubs.

http://www.punchline.com/
http://www.showcasecomedy.com/home.php
http://www.funnyfarmcomedyclub.com/atlanta/joomla/index.php

Enjoy!

I've got the sugar blues.

I just stuck my finger
And tested my blood.
My numbers are high now
And that ain't no good.

I'm so tired of eating healthy.
I'm ready to shout.
Right now I'd sell my baby sister
For pizza carry-out.

(chorus)
I've got the blues.
The low down mean ole sugar blues.
And that is bad. It's makin' me sad.
I've got the blues.
The cravin' sweetness mean ole sugar blues
And it's getting worse. So here's the next verse.

I drove to the Quick Trip
To find me a snack.
I passed by the candy aisle
And walked straight to the back.

The whole grain taquitos
Smelled like nasty feet.
So I went back to my car
And found a Hershey's Kiss wedged in the seat.

(chorus)
Oh I've got the blues.
The low down mean ole sugar blues.
It's making me sad. I'm gonna be bad.
I've got the blues, and what's a girl to do?
I can't lie - I don't wanna die.
So I'll just head to my refrigerator
Dig into a bowl of fresh greens, and cry.


disclaimer: no animals or small children were hurt during the writing of this song. Alcohol was not a factor. Chocolate was not eaten. But there is a missing bowl of Breyer's low-carb vanilla ice cream.

Where no man has gone before...

Well guess who had a colonoscopy and endoscopy this week? Uh, yep - that would be me. Talk about an invasion of your inner soul! Prep night (Monday) was horrific. I will spare you the details and just sum it up by saying I think I flushed away about 15 pounds of myself along with some corn I ate over 3 weeks. One thing I must confess - the sedative you get for the procedure is magnifico! My anesthesiologist is my new best friend. In fact, I kicked my oldest son out of my will just to make room for my anesthesiologist.

Now here's the good news - no colon cancer for this gal! And I don't have to suffer the indignity of this barbaric torture again for at least 5 years.

OK - now the bad news - the stomach lining had a 'hot spot' that had to be biopsied. Most likely just a pre-ulcer type thing. I should have the results back at the end of next week.

So stay tuned for further developments. Next on the agenda is this new procedure that involves swallowing a capsule that contains a camera that videos the inside of the small intestine. Anyone here ever see the movie 'Fantastic Voyage?'

Confession is good for the soul.

Today I attended the wedding of a close friend’s daughter. How romantic and reassuring it was to see two young people declare their undying love and faithfulness to each other. The ceremony was charming and the reception was lively. Upon entering the reception hall I immediately spotted an old friend that I had once adored, but thought was forever gone from my life. I tried to hide the sparkle in my eye, but the flutter in my heart was overwhelming. How long had it been since we were last together? Two years? Five years? Ten years? I felt this rush and an incredible tension build up inside me. Was I actually lusting? As I made my way across the room, the little voice in my head told me, “No, don’t do it. Sure it might be pleasurable now, but you will regret this later.” But did I listen? No. I gave in to my urges with a very willing subject. Today I was weak. And tonight I am so ashamed. I’ve been very critical of others who have given in to their momentary lapses of good judgment. Now I am one of them. But this afternoon I guess I just got caught up in the moment, what with the crowd and the excitement. All I could think was how chances like this don’t come often in one’s lifetime, and if I don’t do this now, the chance might never come again. It would be quick and it would be so fulfilling. No one would ever have to find out. And I did it. I gave in to all those old emotions. I cheated. Now, hours later, I am living in the miserable reality that being a cheater brings. I literally feel sick. I can’t even look my husband in the eye. All I can say is, “As God is my witness, I will never eat wedding cake again.”