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Entries from May 1, 2007 - May 31, 2007


Your Last Chance!

Today is the last day to enter the Diabetes Talkfest “FUNNIEST DIABETIC POEM” contest. You could win an IPOD which would be oh so sweet!

Be sure and check out all of the poems. They are all very creative and funny. I think you will get a kick out it!

And I just finally posted one I was kicking around in my head for a while. I hope you like it!

Be sure and sign up for the forums so you can vote for your favorite starting tomorrow.


You Tube Tuesday #22

This video comes from a Japanese Skit show from what I can tell. It is pretty clever and very entertaining. At least, it was entertaining to me!


My Memorial Day

Memorial day like so many holidays has a bitter sweet tone to it for me. And the reason once again for the bitterness is due to the "D."

When I was a junior in High School, I knew that my parents were not going to be able to pay for me to attend college. We struggled just to pay the rent, have clothes on our backs and food on the table. And with mom and dad divorced, they did not work well to solve problems such as this. It was always day to day.

I knew that the only way I would get a great education was to join the Armed Forces. More specifically, I wanted to join the Air Force. I have always had such great respect for those who serve to protect our freedom. I wanted to be apart of that.

I got in touch with a Recruiter through my High School and told him how I thought this was the right move for me given the hazy future ahead. He agreed (of course) and was ready to make my 4 year commitment.

Then on October 2nd 1990 I was diagnosed. I went through all that crap not thinking at all about this aspect of my future plans.

Then I got a call from the recruiter asking me to fill out some paperwork or something (I cannot remember exactly) and I told him what had happened.

I remember a very long pause and him telling me that he was pretty sure that was a problem.

I was crushed. What was I to do? My family had no money. I had no clue as what to do with my life. It was already becoming clear that Diabetes was going to close doors in my life. I was so upset.

So now I look back each Memorial Day and wonder what life would have been like had I not had the D and went into the Air Force. Where would I be now?

When I look at my life and count the endless number of blessings I am happy right where I am. Had one thing been different along the road, who knows where I would be.

Nah. I like it here


Evening Epiphany

Last night 3 of my best buds and I went to play Racquetball. I have not played in a long time so I was a little concerned about how I would do.

When I walked into the court I was reminded of how hard it is to hear each other because of the echo. I recalled how I have been hit in the face/leg/arm in the past and how much that really hurt! I relived the pain in my chest from trying to breathe. I was also a little concerned about the foot issue I have had.

After a short rally and a review of rules we started a doubles match. I could feel my heart pumping hard as I ran around to smack the heck out of that ball. It gets a little crazy with 4 people running around that court but luckily I was only the victim of getting in the way of the ball once although my buddy has a multi-colored circle on his leg. OUCH!

We played for a little over an hour and it was a great time. I started to feel low about ½ hour in but after some Life Savers, and a moment to let them kick into gear, I was good to go.

When we were finished, we gathered up our stuff and headed outside to the car. I noticed that I could breathe. I mean, truly breathe.

I remembered how I would strain to suck down a much air as possible when we were done. I would sit on the bench after we played until I was able to breathe and then I would light a cigarette up as if drawing in a breath was not a major task only a few minutes ago. Wow.

I was worried about how my much larger self would do at playing such a high energy sport but that was not a problem at all.

The moral to this story?

Smoking is worse then being fat!

I know I was thinking a lot about smoking a week ago but I am not any longer.

I am a non smoker.


You Tube Tuesday #21

Darth Vader is a Jerk. We all know that. But this video cracked me up. This is is something I would do if was Vader.