Go your own way! Pause for a little respect for a great band and a great album.
And....moving on.
It's hard to get psyched about diabetes, let's be honest. I mean, initially it's kind of fun and crazy, and there's something about being a whirring, clicking, robot/human hybrid that's a little interesting. Although, come on, let's get that artificial pancreas going guys, I'd like to be a little more automated and a little less human when it comes to my diabetes at least.
Regardless, it's definitely more of a wear-and-tear, daily-grind type of disease. So you have to make your own excitement. Which I'm doing, in the form of taking a little bit more charge of things. I wrote a few months ago that I'm afraid of dying in the night, especially when camping/backpacking. It's still true, and while I love being outdoors, diabetes has made me much more cautious about my outdoor experiences. But no more! I'm doing something any self-respecting, gutsy, woodswoman should have done long ago...I have signed myself up for a Wilderness First Aid class next weekend. So I get to spend 16 sweet hours making splints and bandages out of twigs and leaves, and finding out how to resuscitate dummies, staunch bloody noses, create smoke signals (I imagine this is the curriculum at least) and allll of that fun stuff. And maybe, just maybe, I'll leave with some survival tips for myself...
And....moving on.
It's hard to get psyched about diabetes, let's be honest. I mean, initially it's kind of fun and crazy, and there's something about being a whirring, clicking, robot/human hybrid that's a little interesting. Although, come on, let's get that artificial pancreas going guys, I'd like to be a little more automated and a little less human when it comes to my diabetes at least.
Regardless, it's definitely more of a wear-and-tear, daily-grind type of disease. So you have to make your own excitement. Which I'm doing, in the form of taking a little bit more charge of things. I wrote a few months ago that I'm afraid of dying in the night, especially when camping/backpacking. It's still true, and while I love being outdoors, diabetes has made me much more cautious about my outdoor experiences. But no more! I'm doing something any self-respecting, gutsy, woodswoman should have done long ago...I have signed myself up for a Wilderness First Aid class next weekend. So I get to spend 16 sweet hours making splints and bandages out of twigs and leaves, and finding out how to resuscitate dummies, staunch bloody noses, create smoke signals (I imagine this is the curriculum at least) and allll of that fun stuff. And maybe, just maybe, I'll leave with some survival tips for myself...
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