Way Back Wednesday- I wasn't even running with scissors!! OR Blood Letting Diabetes Style
So I originally wrote this post back on 12/22/2007, back when Diabetesaliciousness was just over a month old.
What's SO special about this post in my eyes?
Well, of course there's the whole Julia Child/ Dan Akroid reference, and the kick-ass blood sugar number, AND the fact that when one loses a crazy amount of blood- odd things can go through a gals head.
BUT, even more special to me was that this particular posts marks the VERY first time two of my VERY good friends, Ninjabetic and Scott K. Johnson, EVER left a
comment on Diabetesaliciousness.
Friends in Real Life
This post marked the beginning of a very beautiful friendship!
I finally had the opportunity to meet them a few weeks ago and they are just as awesome in real life as they are on-line!
I Wasn't Even Running with Scissors..OR Bloodletting Diabetes Style..
I was washing dishes this morning and had tossed a pair of cutting shears in the sink the night before. I'd left them outside all summer in my thyme/ oregano pot and they really needed to be washed.
I grabbed the sponge, squirted some soap on the shears and started to scrub. Perhaps it was because I'd only had 1/2 a cup of coffee, or maybe I was blasting Gwen Stafani a little to loud, more likely it was because I was lost in a day dream which is typical in my pre coffee world. BUT, yours truly cut her thumb pretty badly.
Keep in mind that I take a baby aspirin every day to keep my Endo a happy camper.
I was bleeding like something out of "Friday The 13th."
Note to Self: Call Sears and get the dishwasher fixed.
As visions of Dan Akroid dressed as Julia Child screaming "I'm getting light headed" danced in my head, I quickly dried my hand, applied some pressure and took a good look at what was causing all the commotion. The tip was still intact, so that was a relief. I looked at the cut and thought,"Wow look at all that blood - that's a good one - I wonder if it will affect my finger print permanently? I'm not wasting this."
I grabbed the sponge, squirted some soap on the shears and started to scrub. Perhaps it was because I'd only had 1/2 a cup of coffee, or maybe I was blasting Gwen Stafani a little to loud, more likely it was because I was lost in a day dream which is typical in my pre coffee world. BUT, yours truly cut her thumb pretty badly.
Keep in mind that I take a baby aspirin every day to keep my Endo a happy camper.
I was bleeding like something out of "Friday The 13th."
Note to Self: Call Sears and get the dishwasher fixed.
As visions of Dan Akroid dressed as Julia Child screaming "I'm getting light headed" danced in my head, I quickly dried my hand, applied some pressure and took a good look at what was causing all the commotion. The tip was still intact, so that was a relief. I looked at the cut and thought,"Wow look at all that blood - that's a good one - I wonder if it will affect my finger print permanently? I'm not wasting this."
I grabbed my blood sugar machine and test strips and took a test. 94, VERY NICE...at least I had that going for me.
I sat on the couch with my hand wrapped in a towel and raised over my head. Once again my comedy routine was coming to life and I had to laugh. I had just used a very similar joke at a hospital gig I'd had few weeks ago. Only it had been about a paper cut on my index finger, and that B.S. had been closer to 200.
On the brite side, I still had my thumb and I didn't need stitches. I wouldn't have to wash dishes for the rest of the day, and as long as I didn't need to slice a lemon, I'd be fine. AND my B.S. was under 100.
I sat on the couch with my hand wrapped in a towel and raised over my head. Once again my comedy routine was coming to life and I had to laugh. I had just used a very similar joke at a hospital gig I'd had few weeks ago. Only it had been about a paper cut on my index finger, and that B.S. had been closer to 200.
On the brite side, I still had my thumb and I didn't need stitches. I wouldn't have to wash dishes for the rest of the day, and as long as I didn't need to slice a lemon, I'd be fine. AND my B.S. was under 100.
George said...
I cannot decide what is funnier, the fact that whenever I cut myself I think "I am not wasting this!" and test or the very sweet (no pun I swear) name of your blog! I love it! I am going to add you to my blogroll right now!
I apologize for not getting here sooner. I have been caught up in Christmasy Goodness for the past month or so.
Scott K. Johnson said...
I too will test myself anytime I have any kind of finger/hand related bloody injury! Funny how we all think alike sometimes! I've wondered before if all of the pokes to my fingers make my fingerprints easier to identify, or harder. Hehe!
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3 comments:
Awesomeness.
As a kid I used to worry that I would run out of blood from doing so many blood tests.
Never from a cut, just those pesky pricks.
I do the same thing as far as "don't waste this bloodletting moment."
Good to know we PWDs do think alike at times. ;-)
I remember that too!
And man, that is a great picture of us three. Frame worthy for sure.
I just today sliced my finger open on a drill bit, and right after I did the mental "ouch!" bit, I reached for my tester. :-)
Thx 4 sharing, bringing commenters to life is pretty special. (Great post too!)
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