Georgie Porgie, AKA Ninjabetic ( I want to be a ninja) proclaimed today to be no D day (still not sure how to list this title). The premise from his page is…. “October 7th is “No D-Day” and it means we spend one day not writing about, tweeting about, and Facebook status-ing about Diabetes!”
I thought it was kinda awesome and cool. Granted I don’t FB normally about D and twitter and I, while we do get along, I sometimes forget about him/her/it. So that was fine. Blogging is an inspirational thing. Friday Blogs are not always a gaurantee, but I figured ah what the fructose and said to myself, “self lets think about something to post about.” So that’s what I did. I thought and thought, picture Winnie the Pooh tapping his head saying, “think, think, think.” And finally I did come up with something.

I like to think I am a pretty organized person. Relatively tidy, a place for stuff and it usually ends up there. Key word being usually. Monday night after a rousing game of Ultimate Frisbee, I came back to my room. I took of my sneakers, put my cleats down and notice something.

A bloody shoe convention

WTF?? How did this happen. Half of my shoes escaped from my closet which is two shoes away… (test, test, is this thing on?) and were all gathered to play with each other.

So I thought to myself, Brian you need to do something about this otherwise you will kill yourself when you get out of bed in the morning. So I took the time gathered each pair lovingly and put them back into the closet.  All’s good or so I thought…..

Tuesday is my one day off a week. I love Tuesday, I sleep in, make me some breakfast, maybe hit up a movie. Who knows what I will do. It is just a good day. I wandered back into my rooms circa 2:00 napped, went for a run. Sat down on my chair and found this staring at me….

I know I put you away

Today’s shoes having another convention in my “living room”. I just don’t get it. I know I put you away. Later in the day apparently the Flip Flops made it into the mix, not on purpose but I was to amused to take a picture.
Some people apparently have shoe/foot fetishes or something like that. I apparently have this urge to liberate my shoes all over my room and hope that they don’t kill me. They have come close and I am pretty sure it’s a conspiracy, but I just can’t prove it. If you find out that I am dead and the cause is blunt trauma to the head just assume I tripped over a pair of my liberated shoes!

Dear Irony,
You are so not funny. No matter when you sneak into my room. I just don’t care for your sense of humor. Just because last week I mentioned night time lows does not mean you had to slip in on my last night. Yes I know it’s all my fault. I did eat the Apple Compote (or however the hell you spell it) on my own. Yes I had to swag it since I really had no clue how to figure that yumminess out. But did you have to smack me in the face at 3:45 in the morning?? So not cool.
You know what else is not cool, the panic trying to figure out what time it is, just so I didn’t over sleep. The unbearable lack of any coherent body movement as I tried to reach the 50 count bottle of Wild Berry Dex 4 Tablets. The fact that I downed more than I needed, but just wanted it to end. My room was cold enough and now that I am drenched in sweat, frikin freezing. Come on I don’t have a Mr. Bigglesworth. So not cool.
That was this morning. Thankfully I survived, but you just let the irony continue. I mean it is 2:00 in the afternoon. I have had coffee, breakfast, lunch, and brushed my teeth, yet I still taste glucose tab in my mouth. What the fructose is up with that? I had to go and buy more glucose tabs, but thanks to sleuthy Jess over at Me and D I found out that Walgreens has been selling the new Dex 4 Naturals even though they do not show up on the Dex4 Website. Weird.

I got a free bottle of these when I was at this years Friends for Life. They are pretty good in the glucose tab department. Not as much after taste, which I am/was hoping for. So now I have 100 of these bad boys in two different locations. But still, Irony why??
The good news was once I recovered some functionality of my body I was smart about it. I got up, I moved around and stretched a little. I took some Advil since I knew I was going to be sore and have a headache. I bolused lightly to keep the glucoaster in check as much as possible. I topped out at 186 this morning. So yeah, its all good. I just hate it. The lows, the fact that even though Beepy is next to my ear and beeping and vibrating up a storm I sleep through it. The fact that I still haven’t figured out what to do if an even worse low hits. That’s my own stupid pride. I will get to it one day.
Dear Irony, you taught me a lesson. Go home and take this bloody glucose tab taste out of my mouth!

This weeks WW came to me two weeks ago when I was low, and was one of the few things scribbled on the post it note in last weeks blog. Hence why I did not make the picture clear. I is smarter than I seem.

Both cost $600 retail

People line up for the latest and greatest. Are willing to pay anything for the newest bit of tech, especially when it has that weird Apple Logo on it (guilty at times). Yet the item on the right is so much more important and people can’t afford to get their insulin supply because of the cost. We supplement cell phones, why not insulin. Let’s be honest here. How much is the markup on each bottle of insulin??