Family, Lifestyle, T1Diabetes, Writer

April Fools


April Fools!

There’s nothing like a 4:00 am hypo on April Fools’ Day.

I got up with the Grown Son and helped him raise his numbers.

He went back to bed.

I can never sleep after one of those middle-of-the-night scares.

I put up some coffee and unpeeled fruit stickers from all over the kitchen.

There’s nothing like a disturbing diabetes episode to put the fruit sticker flinging into perspective.

I guess I’m going to need a new Inciting Incident.
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Family, Home, Lifestyle, T1Diabetes

Type One Diabetes


Both of the Grown Sons have type one diabetes.

They are at high risk for coronavirus.

Of course I am worried.

One of them has come home to endure his social isolation with us.

He’s been working remotely.

Cabin fever has set in because he hasn’t left his apartment in ages.

It looks like he’s going to stay for awhile.

He brought some food.

This makes me very happy.

Not that we need the supplies.

But it shows me that he shops.

And keeps fresh food in his apartment.

If only he had brought some toilet paper…
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Coronavirus


I am worried about the coronavirus.

Both of the Grown Sons are type one diabetics.

With a compromised immune system, they are at high risk.

I discussed precautionary flu measures with them.

They assured me that they have been methodically licking all public surfaces.

Yep, I’ve raised a couple of smarta$$es.

Oddly, that gives me a great measure of comfort.

They’re going to be OK.
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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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From Facebook to Blogging

Facebook is easy.

We’re already friends.

I don’t have to explain myself.

I write my goofy stories.

And everyone knows what I’m talking about.

I don’t have to explain a thing.

Blogging is different.

People don’t know me.

I have to explain.

But explaining ruins the rhythm of the story.

It’s kind of like explaining a joke.

If you have to explain it, it’s not funny.

So I will write this first post to introduce myself.

After that, I’ll just write.

I am a mom,

and an empty nester.

I have two grown sons.

Both of my children are diabetic.

Diabetes is a nightmare.

But it is also our completely new-normal status.

I have a wonderful husband.

Who fixes things around the house and generally makes himself useful.

And is occasionally the subject of some hilarious stories.

I have a dog.

She is lazy but very cute and cuddly.

The family is often reminded that the dog is my favorite child.

I teach English as a Second Language

to adults, on line, around the world.

I am a Toastmaster.

A Distinguished Toastmaster.

Being a Toastmaster has definitely made me a better English teacher.

I love to write.

I’ve been reading and writing as long as I can remember.

My favorite toys, when I was a kid, were my books, a spiral notebook and a pencil.

A pencil, not a pen.

I’ve always preferred a pencil.

I was born and raised in Southern California.

We recently moved halfway across the country to Texas.

This move was not nearly as traumatic as I anticipated.

I have made lots of new friends in Texas.

I am keeping touch with my old friends through social media.

I plan on making lots of new friends through blogging.

Why am I starting this blog?

Because I’m tired of Facebook.

I’m tired of all of the ads.

I’m tired of all of the political wrangling.

I’m tired of the algorhythms that may or may not be connecting me with the people I want to be connected with.

I want to control my own platform.

I want to control my own intellectual property.

Although I use the term “intellectual” loosely.

Why do I write?

Because, to quote someone whose name I can’t recall, but I don’t want to be accused of plagiarism,

“I write because I can’t not write.”

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