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Employment Anxiety Abound

Count this one as a personal journal entry. Complete with ranting and raving about the job market, health insurance needs, and the state of political and economic affairs. It’s my blog and all write what I want to. I came across a work assignment, not too long ago that instantly brought anxiety and fear, followed by lingering mental health concern about my own employment. The assignment name: “How to manage depression after a job loss.” Well, fuuuuuuuuck. Thankfully, then and since then and now and for as much as I can predict any day into the future, my job security appears to be intact. That’s not saying much these days, and it’s about as predictable and guaranteeable as the Michigan weather in March or November. (See also: not at all.) For context, my career position is a mid-level edger and writer for a health information site. By and large, I’ve been doing much of the same thing in a similar way since 2012, with team and focus shifts on a semi-periodic basis since 2022. ...

Jeepers Peepers: An Eve Harvesting Conspiracy

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An eye specialist recruits people with diabetes who have retinopathy & glaucoma into his practice to evaluate. His name is Dr Fruit. He tells concerned patients not to worry, that despite all their preexisting eye condition issues they’ve had, their eyes are fine and “perfect,” as much as they can be given everything else. As it turns out, it’s a ruse. A ploy to lull people into complacency, so their eyes will eventually expire and need to be plucked out. So he can then harvest them and grow alongside fresh apples in his garden. And eventually sell on the black eye market. 👀 🍎 😉 Wow. Just imagine that. Meeting Dr Eye Fruit I step back from the tale being crafted in my brain, reflecting on the eye doctor appointment. The spacious medical office had an open layout, almost designed to be a production line of eye patients moving in and out. Moving from each point on the production line, before eventually meeting with Dr. Fruit. He’s older, more distinguished than his young, clean-sh...

Why Treating a Low Blood Sugar Is Dangerous During the Holidays

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May this post explain why treating a low blood sugar during the holiday season is such a dangerous feat — especially when you work remotely from home. Bottom line: Holiday cookies and treats, Yes, these are double-edged dough swords. They are glorious but also quite troublesome for those who may not have the strongest willpower. And yes, that applies even more during Low blood sugars when you're not thinking clearly and can't focus on resisting those baked temptations of awesomeness. My wife has a long-held tradition of "cookie weekend" with an old childhood friend. This means she disappears for much of the first December weekend to bake. Upon returning, dozens upon dozens of cookies appear. Once the new workweek begins, she scampers off to her office. As do I — my office just happens to be in a nearby room in the house. Every time I go to refill my coffee cup, get food, monitor the dog's activities in the rest of the house, or just walk by the kitchen counters, I...

A Diabetes Anomaly for the Paramedics

You never look forward to an experience welcoming the paramedics to help deal with a diabetes emergency. I'd gone over a decade since that was last needed. But a paramedic-summoning Low blood sugar reaction at the start of September reset my tally clock, and now I'm working from 0 since the last time my diabetes required the paramedics. It was a Friday morning. I had planned the day well in advance, as it was one day following my wife's birthday. I would drive her to work, come home to do whatever work I needed before taking the dog to "camp" for the weekend, and then I'd go pick her up for a dinner reservation and drinks afterward. That was the plan. But I didn't sleep well overnight, and some blood sugar glucoastering messed up my normal sleep schedule. I ended up with only about 2 hours of sleep, and chose to instead stay awake and take care of some overdue work I hadn't finished earlier. With the coffee pot fully brewed, I plunked away at my keyboa...

Less Alcohol, Healthier Mindset for 2023

I've been enjoying my alcohol drinks a bit too much during the past several years. This has not gotten to a point where I've developed a problem. But it's just been too much, which has led to a number of health-related effects: weight gain, less-stable blood sugars, and probably just a stresser on my kidneys overall. Now granted, with the weight, alcohol alone hasn't been the issue. I've also enjoyed snacking. Working from home for so long has allowed this to happen in the middle of the day while working, as well as in the later evening hours when just relaxing and watching TV or hanging out at home. However, my reality for a good amount of time has been to have multiple drinks per night — whether it's a beer, craft brew, or bourbon and Diet Coke. As the saying goes, moderation is key. And I haven't been moderating to the best of my ability. After experiencing a severe stomach flu in mid-January and being dry for a 2-week period, I'd lost the interest in...

The Unpredictable Stability of Diabetes

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Not too long ago, I came down with an unknown viral bug that knocked me off my game for a couple weeks. It wasn't immediately diagnosed, but turned out being a viral stomach flu that was probably complicated by COVID-19 from more than a month earlier. After 10 days of being unable to work and do much of anything, I turned a corner and started moving toward recovery. This all made me realize how much I appreciate (at times) the world of life with diabetes. As much as type 1 diabetes can seem the opposite of stable, it's also predictable at times in that instability. And that in itself, might very well be comfortable when compared to other health issues life throws at us. By that, I mean that even when your blood sugars are jumping High or diving Low without any rhyme or reason, there's a certain amount of familiarity that comes with it. If you're too High, take insulin. Maybe the injected insulin or pump boluses take too long because insulin isn't too quick-acting, s...

The Dancing Flame

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Middle of the night. My 2 AM ceiling transforms into a canvas, a lack of light creating the perfect patch of blank page for the mind to paint a masterpiece. A candle sits on the table below, the shadows of a single flame dancing on the darkened ceiling above. I'd never dreamed of being a firefighter. But enough television and movies portrayed the life of flames, the mystery and danger. Free, a moment away from exploding into new spaces, but caged at times. Often, one's own human life and career could be described in much the same way. We mostly stay in our lanes but flirt with new challenges and experience at other times, eating up the oxygen around us and crawling on the walls of our known existence. Until that new burst of energy gives us a boost to explode outside the lines, into new chapters of the canvas before us. Above, the ceiling flame dances as the floor fan provides a soundtrack and oscillating choreography. It paints the canvas overhead, tempting my eyes with it...