This used to be a blog about running with diabetes. Somewhat retired from competitive running, now it's a blog about whatever slips through the cracks of my skull.
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So I was Googling myself today (oh, you know you've done it) and discovered that Google has now indexed the first book I contributed to many many years ago. Read all about my experiences in the wild world of radio here.
First of all, I got your blog from Ron's blog and after reading some of your blog, I was compelled to respond.
As a former Nurse, I have such compassion for people and their stories. I just want to say, you're a remarkable person for doing the things you do and not letting a disease get in your way. I'm sure you have days where you feel like how you can do it, but you're an inspiration to a lot I'm sure.
Although, I haven't read everything on your blog, I'm sure your story gives abundance of hope for others out there or at least give people an insight of someone else's life and to appreciate it and I thank you....
So according to diabetics blog-wide, today is D-Blog Day, the day when those of us affected by diabetes are supposed to blog about it. Or draw awareness to diabetes... Or something like that. I'm really a bad poster child for the disease. Not because I'm not in great control (actually, I am), but because I've just never been bothered by the disease so much. Red sums it up well in Shawshank Redemption: "Get busy living, or get busy dying." So if living means three blood sugar tests a day, so be it. If living means being hooked up to an insulin pump, go to it. That being said, I feel for anyone with diabetic kids... I'm a tough guy about the disease. I wouldn't be if my kids had it. If either of my kids had diabetes, I'd be screaming about the politicians who are spending money on wars instead of research, and I'd be yelling about the schools that make it difficult to be a diabetic in the classroom. But my kids don't have diabetes, so instead I
In my basement, I have a safe. And in that safe, under expired passports and birth certificates, there's a gun. It's unloaded. Hasn't been loaded in probably twenty years, and yet every time I take it out, I check to make sure. If you're a gun nerd, it's a 9 shot .22 revolver. On this website , it says that "it is true that many people have been killed by a .22 LR in the course of history," but the writer concludes that this weapon is a bad choice for self defense. I didn't buy it for self defense. I didn't even buy it. It was my father's and after he died, my mother gave it me, along with an Elgin watch he'd worn for years. The watch was weathered and worn and I took it to be restored. The jeweler refused, saying it was worthless. Two decades later, the watch is still in my jewelry box. There's no need for it to be locked up. I have no idea if this gun is in my possession legally. No idea if my father had a permit for it, or w
I love the funny video series making its way around the Net. It started with Shit Girls Say, and has spawned many funny sequels. But none for diabetics, until now! If you like the camera work, that's my 15 year old daughter at the helm. My son was home sick from school and my daughter felt she needed a "mental health day," too. I said, "Sure... I can use your help with something, anyway!"
Hi Marcus,
ReplyDeleteFirst of all, I got your blog from Ron's blog and after reading some of your blog, I was compelled to respond.
As a former Nurse, I have such compassion for people and their stories. I just want to say, you're a remarkable person for doing the things you do and not letting a disease get in your way. I'm sure you have days where you feel like how you can do it, but you're an inspiration to a lot I'm sure.
Although, I haven't read everything on your blog, I'm sure your story gives abundance of hope for others out there or at least give people an insight of someone else's life and to appreciate it and I thank you....
Best of Luck to You.....
Thanks so much for stopping by! Nurses are cool! (Even former nurses.)
ReplyDeleteRe: days when you don't feel like it. I figure it beats not feeling at all.