ESL Teacher, Humor, Lifestyle, Mostly True Memoirs, Writer

Allergy Medication

Uggg.

Allergies.

When I take my allergy medication, I don’t sleep well.

When I don’t take my allergy medication, I can’t breathe.

Breathing…sleeping…

It’s a tough choice.

I haven’t been taking my allergy medication lately.

I really do need to sleep.

But this morning my nose wouldn’t stop running.

I teach English on line.

I need my voice to be clear.

I need to be able to teach pronunciation properly.

Today we studied the /zh/ sound.

As in treasure, casual, vision…

You can’t pronounce /zh/ properly when you are congested.

I don’t want my students to learn English with a cold accent.

I took an allergy pill.

I may regret it later.

But the lesson went well, so there’s that.

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Family, Humor, Lifestyle, Mostly True Memoirs, T1Diabetes, Writer

Unsolicited Advice

When someone who knows nothing about diabetes

starts talking to me about diabetes…

I used to get mad.

I used to argue.

I used to try to explain the difference between Type 1 and Type 2.

But I have learned that it’s pointless.

It’s like trying to discuss childrearing issues

with someone who doesn’t have kids.

I thought I knew everything about being a parent.

But when the kids were born, I realized I didn’t have a clue.

I thought I was pretty well informed about diabetes, too.

But when we were diagnosed, I realized how much I had to learn.

Nowadays, when a non-diabetic tries to tell me what’s what,

I just ask a question about insulin ratios or long-term A1c levels.

I might even talk about changing the lancet.

With a straight face.

Just to see their reaction.

They never have any idea what I’m talking about.

Then I go home and tell the boys about the conversation.

We laugh and laugh and laugh.

I’m collecting stories.

One day, they’ll make a great comedy sketch.

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Dog, Home, Lifestyle, Mostly True Memoirs

My Poor Little Dog

My poor little dog.

She’s a Southern California gal.

She’s not used to these cold and wet North Texas mornings.

When she comes back into the house, she is always soaking wet.

I make her lie down on the doormat while I dry off her soggy paws.

She really hates this.

It’s torture, apparently.

Today she tried to run off and escape the dreaded towel.

However, because she was wet, she slipped on the tile and plowed into the wall.

Yeah, I laughed.

That’s what she gets for trying to shirk her responsibilities.

Poor little doggie.

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