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I found this email in my spam folder. It looks like it was sent from some sort of diabetes punk rock band.
Not being entirely familiar with the genre, and trying to find a good title for this blog post, I searched the ‘net for the names of some popular punk rock bands. You HAVE TO check out the logo for the band ranked #79 in this “Top-100 Punk Bands” web site.
Shallow and superficial — because that’s the New Jersey way.
So here are some people I’d like to thank:
One of the inherent dangers of an online community talking about health management is that there is no oversight by anyone with real, certifiable knowledge. Some of the stuff that I talk about or that I do (or talk about doing), are directly contrary to medically accepted practices. Remember, just because I do it, don’t try this at home. For instance:
Don’t combine test strips from different vials. If you’re leaving the house with two strips left, take an extra vial so you can enjoy the bulk and the “sounds like Tic-Tacs” sound. Don’t put the two remaining strips with the next 25.
Is it just me, or have you seen a dramatic uptick in the amount of mice being “cured” of Type 1 diabetes lately? It makes a PWD wonder, would I be better off if I were a mouse with diabetes? (also known as an MWD.) Sometimes we wonder why the outlook for an MWD is so promising, while PWD’s have grown to expect disappointment and unfulfilled promises on the cure-front every five years.
These mice get all the perks. They get the latest cures, they get all the cheese they can eat, and in Jerry’s case, candy-canes that are twice his size. Of course, mice also have to constantly deal with predators. Do you think Itchy has even five seconds to check his blood glucose levels before delicately carving Scratchy with a chainsaw? Not bloody likely. Would Jerry have ever escaped Tom’s relentless pursuit if he was carrying an insulin pump? Doubtful. Can you imagine Little Bunny Foo-foo scooping up hypoglycemic field-mice and bopping them on the head? It brings callousness to a whole new level.