A Cat by Any Other Name

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I have determined that my cat is trying to murder me. Either that or the ghost babies are behind it. Most of you know the stories as I post them on Facebook, but here is a chronological list to back me up. This does not have to do with Type 1 diabetes other than sometimes if my blood sugar is high I’ll wake in the middle of the night to use the bathroom (when blood is high, sugar tries to escape the body through urine), and upon my waking I occasionally see Binx sitting on my dresser staring at me… Creepy.

Scare Tactic #1 (Within the first month I had Binx):
I wake in the middle of the night hearing strange scraping noises. Is it ghost babies? A mouse? Murderers come to steal my precious gems? I look across the bed and see Annabelle, my first cat, sleeping soundly, oblivious to any evil doings. I listen carefully. Nothing… Wait… There it is again. Something is in the kitchen. I work up my nerves and head out. As I turn on a light and enter I don’t see anything out of the ordinary. Thinking I am a nut and imagined it all I start to head back to bed when I hear it again. I look down and this is what I see…

I believe he was testing out my scarability tendencies for his future use.

Scare Tactic #2:
Almost every time I do dishes Binx will jump to the top of the cupboards and stare down at me as I scrub a dub dub the utensils. I’m not sure but he might be hiding electronics up there where he waits to catch me off guard and throw one down, electrocuting me.

Scare Tactic #3:

I come home from a long day of work and can’t find Binx anywhere. After searching high and low I freak out and start thinking he crawled in a hole somewhere and died (I can be overly dramatic.) I call my parents crying as I continue to tear apart me house looking for my poor, little, murdering fur baby. I go to the basement where I had already checked (twice) and notice that the lid to my washing machine is shut. I could have sworn I left it open after I did laundry the night before. Sure enough…

Scare Tactic #4:

This time he almost succeeded. Once again it is the middle of the night… I feel Binx pounce on the bed and continue on to the top shelf of my newly crafted headboard. I know I should force him down, but I’m too tired to bother. I fall back asleep only to be forcefully awoken when a vase falls on my head, followed by a ten pound Binx…straight on the cheek bones. It hurt like a mother trucker. Luckily, I did not develop a black eye

Scare Tactic #5:

I’m watching a scary show and at the climax of the scarieness..BOOM!!! I jump off the couch in a terror. Are the ghost babies back? Murderers come to steal my precious gems? Nope. Binx knocked over the trashcan in the kitchen. I just know he was crouched in a corner, rubbing his paws evilly together, waiting for the perfect moment to knock it over.

Where does he come up with all these plans for my death, you ask. He has a lair. In my basement. There is a particular corner that every time I go downstairs and to it he follows me closely, meowing and running back and forth between my feet trying to trip me. He doesn’t do that to me anywhere else, but that particular part of the basement. I don’t know what kind of things he does down there, but I’m sure it is bad news for me. He is probably hiding ghost babies down there and is waiting to release them on me.

Part of his lair. This is him in the rafters.

He is always hiding out in parts of the house waiting for attack.

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I mean, seriously, what did I ever do to him to make him desire my death so vehemently?

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Mythbusters: Emily Style

Ah…myths of the type 1 diabetes. Something we diabetics deal with on occasion when well-doers try to scold us whenever they see us with a grain of sugar in our little diabetic hands.

“Are you supposed to be eating that?” – Said with a  “you’re going to die” type of look.

Today I would like to bust some Type 1 Diabetic myths in the face. Emily style.

Myth #1: Can’t eat sugar.

Fact: We can eat anything non-diabetic (normals) can. Granted it wouldn’t be wise to eat 10 candy-bars in one sitting, but then again normals shouldn’t do that either. The beauty of an insulin pump is that I can eat what I want when I want and give myself insulin to counteract it. It’s not a matter of “can I eat that?” but “Is it worth it?” Certain foods affect a diabetics blood sugar differently, and those certain foods vary on the person. I know there are foods that will raise me higher than other foods, and I need to decide if I want to use up more insulin to handle it or make a different choice.

Myth #2: Obesity and/or too much sugar cause type 1 diabetes

Fact: This has nothing to do with type 1 diabetes, but can be a trigger for type 2. This doesn’t always trigger type 2, family history plays a big role. If type 2 runs in your family, you should pay attention, talk to your doctor, and take steps to help prevent getting the disease later in life. Watch yourselves. As for type 1, well, who knows if you will get it. It’s like a tiny evil leprechaun that will break into your home in the middle of the night and stab your pancreas until it dies. 

Myth #3: Insulin is the cure.

Fact: Insulin lets me live another day so I can kick around and do weird things, but it is not a cure. There is no cure. Yet. Please feel free to go to your local Walgreen’s this month and donate to JDRF so they can continue research to find a cure. 🙂

Myth #4: Only kids get Type 1

Fact: While usually the pancreas destruction happens as a young cone, it can actually happen at any age….but usually as a child or young adult. You think because you’re an adult you can ward off the evil pancreas killing leprechaun? You’re wrong. You must be vigilant always. (I hope no one reading this really believes there is an evil pancreas murdering leprechaun. If you do, I suggest you seek a mental health professional. ASAP.)

Peace out, my peeps. I do believe I am done writing for the evening. If there is a suspected myth you would like me to bust in the face, please let me know and I’ll see what I can do.

If You Like Me You Will Do This

Throughout the month of July, visit your local Walgreens to support JDRF. Purchase a scannable at the register to donate $1 to help fund type 1 diabetes research. Walgreens has been a partner of JDRF for 20 years, raising a total of $20 million! Help to make this year another successful one by supporting the efforts of this valued JDRF Corporate Partner.

You know how you see all these photos on Facebook or email forward that go something like this…

 “If you love Jesus, you will share this”

“If you want to win a billion dollars, ‘Like’ this”

“All your dreams will come true if you forward this to 50 people” 

 And yada yada yada?  

Well, if you  are my friend you will go to Walgreen’s and donate a dollar when you check out at the register.  

If you decide to not do this, well then, I don’t even want to tell you what is going to happen to you! Bad things! 

Ok ok…I’m totally kidding on all of this. I mean, I won’t really disown anyone as my friend if they don’t donate a little old dollar at Walgreen’s in the month of July to benefit JDRF (Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation)…and by association me… your friend, your type 1 diabetic friend. Do you feel guilty, yet? Should I continue?  

Really, I’m kidding. As I’ve said before everyone has their own charities and organizations they give their money to. Obviously, I’m a big supporter of Walgreen’s doing this and I wanted to share with you fine people.  For 40 years JDRF has been a leader in funding research projects for Type 1 diabetes. The progress that has been made since I was diagnosed in 1989 is astounding, and JDRF is a major player in making those changes happen.  

1989:

I was testing my blood sugar 8 – 10 times a day

Took a shot twice a day

Had to eat by a strict schedule. To vary was to mess my blood sugars up and cause frequent highs and lows.

Getting 1/2 a candy bar once a year at Easter was a treat.   

2012:

I have a continuous glucose monitor to monitor my levels every 5 min. Only have to physically prick my fingers 2 times a day now.

Insulin Pump. Change site every 3 days.

Can eat whenever and whatever…due to the insulin pump (not every Type 1 has one, but the majority probably does) 

 There are a million other things that are better, but I don’t have the time to list everything.  

I’ll get off my soap box now. Just letting you all know you can donate a dollar to JDRF through Walgreen’s this month.