** This post and the comments look unusual because I managed to nuke my blog and had to recover these posts from the google cache, this was the only way that I could find to also preserve the great comments.
** Today’s topic brought to you by a crossword puzzle answer. I have received no compensation for this post. And seriously, who’d compensate me for this crap anyway?
If someone could truly capture diabetes as a movie, I think it would simply have to be a comedy, a dark one, but a comedy none the less.
Where else could you get a few quotes like these that totally make sense?
Crap! I’m high again. Takin’ another frakkin’ hit
No, I’m not ‘happy’ to see you. That is my pump. No, not that kind of pump.
Nobody loves me but my meter and it could be jivin’ too!
Every day we are literally faced with making critical decisions that can have tragic consequences if we get choose wrong. But we do them day-in-day out for months, years, decades. I don’t see how we can’t see some humor in all of this. Personally, I have to or I would probably go insane… err… hush, all of you!
Even when we are pissed as effing hell at the whole effing thing, there will be something that you’ve done that is funny when you look back at it. If you’ve been low, it is almost guaranteed to be slapstick. If you’re high? Well how about this?
CGMS alarm goes off with a high alarm and after you clear the alarm and put the device away, it alarms again asking for a calibration. Said calibration reading from meter matches pump exactly. Enter reading into CGMS and put device away. Device then immediately alarms again that you are high so you have to pull it out and clear it and say “No shit”. All within 1 minute.
** Hmmm that might make a decent Olympic event. **
I mean seriously, I could totally see Curly from the Three Stooges slapping himself in the face every time he had to pull it out. I find mine likes to squawk at me most when it is in the most awkward to reach place; like in the car, clipped to your belt under your winter coat and pinned to you by the seat-belt.
The merchandising would be amazing! Fake infusion sets, pumps and careful instructions on how to properly attach it all so you are guaranteed to catch it on a door knob. The best part is that the “pump” is very fragile and as it is ripped off your body by said door knob, it will break.
This will of course open up a huge market for spare parts. All brought together by a byzantine labyrinth of a storefront that makes getting insurance approvals for a CGMS look like buying a diet coke at the corner market!
I swear the opportunities are endless!
But seriously, at least as seriously as I can be taken at this point, how can we get through all the craptastiscal stuff we deal with on a daily basis without trying to laugh every day? I know if I’m bitching about something, someone tossing a joke in can certainly take the edge off.
So, your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to find something to laugh at. Don’t make me stop this blog and come over there! I will you know!!
Thanks for playing along and get off my grass!
Today’s snarky comment: I have a t-shirt that reads: “This is the shirt that I wear when I don’t care”. I am wearing it now.
© 2011 Scott Strange, Strangely Diabetic and http://StrangelyDiabetic.com
Michael Hoskins says:January 26, 2011 at 2:25 pm
Fun post, Scott! Always gotta keep it real with some humor, and love the references to the Stooges and all else here. I’d be one of the first to buy the Stooge-staged pump tubing… but I’d probably get the two mixed up an that would be even more crazy. Thanks for the laughs, my friend.Reply
January 26, 2011 at 10:44 pm
Mike, I love the Stooges, Abbott & Costello.. lord, old black and white movies are just wonderful!Reply
sysy says:January 26, 2011 at 4:25 pm
LOL this is so funny! I totally agree, too! I was just remembering the time I didn’t want to sit out of a soccer match and so I signaled a friend to throw me candy from the sidelines. It’s a miracle I didn’t choke… I can still see my coach’s face as he watched me chew a bunch of gummy bears while sprinting down the field after the ball. What makes it worse/funnier for me now is I think I was drooling and swallowing whole gummies just to hurry up and feel better again.Reply
January 26, 2011 at 10:43 pm
Oh lord.. my daughter played soccer for a few years and the image of her running a soccer ball down the field with gummy drool is just too much! ROFLMAOReply
Sarah says:January 26, 2011 at 10:20 pm
You’re so right about all of it. There’s so much ridiculous-ness in the crazy we call survival…all we can do is giggle, most times. Thanks for writing this.Reply
January 26, 2011 at 10:43 pm
I take pride in trying to giggle at the most inappropriate time possibleReply
Kelly Young says:January 26, 2011 at 11:17 pm
For the last 2 weeks, all I can do is shrug (who am I kidding? I can’t shrug!) and say, “It is a comedy of errors.” It’s almost like I’m trying to laugh in Murphy’s face. I don’t dare ask, “What else could go wrong?” LOL. Laughing, even with a suspiciously dark sentiment, is sometimes all we’ve got – especially when our bodies have turned on us so dramaticallly.Reply
January 27, 2011 at 12:04 pm
you know, when I get to the “It was a comedy of errors” point, I often think that it was more like a train wreck that I just couldn’t stop watchingReply
Simon says:January 27, 2011 at 6:52 am
So if I don’t find something to laugh at are you seriously coming….I know what you’re thinking…was that 5 or 6 (or 15000) miles…and me being the most honest blogger in the world….You’ve got to ask yourself one question…Do I fly Qantas or AA, well which one..PUNK?Reply
January 27, 2011 at 12:05 pm
I’m an American so I ain’t flying with no damn teddy bears on my plane, Punk!Reply