Sunday, January 29

Elly and Flash

So, let me introduce Elly and Flash. They are our psuedo-children and between the two of them weigh in at around 10 pounds! These are the first pets I have ever owned independent of my parents and my husband was never allowed pets as a child due to an allergic sister, so, really, the change, for us, has been like having children. And yes, we do dress them. We HAVE to. We live in Norway you know and 5 pound chihuahuas are no match for a heavy weight winter. I usually think animals in people clothes is RETARDED, but I have to admit, I find myself leaning towards the purchase of a 'Born in the USA' shirt for them. Elly is our girl dog. she is on the top. Flash is our boy dog. He is on the bottom! Ok. So there they are. Two chihuahua's, spirited away from the intense Texas heat to snowy Northern Europe. Who thinks they might be confused?

So, more about Diabetes next time, for now, it feels good not to write about it, mainly because I am a Diabetic disaster. No self control. I think it may be referred to in Medical circles as denial.

Until next time.

Tuesday, January 17

My Very First Diabetic Flu

Let me tell you, I have been one sick diabetic. My husband got sick the day after Christmas and, like a good wife, I quickly did the same! My husband, Christopher, is a stoic sick person. He never complains. It really annoys me. Only because, I am a big complainer when I am sick. Well, I wouldn't say I am a complainer, more of a whiner. Simply put, when I am sick, I want my mommy. Unfortunantly my mommy is continents away in a country called Texas (don't you now we Texans secretly hold on to the hope that one day we will once again be known as the great Republic of Texas???) I digress.

So, I have been sick. For a week I was convinced I had the bird flu, or as I like to call it, chicken fever. I had been reading about how it was slowly creeping into Europe and taking over Turkey. Now, I find that ironic. TURKEY having an outbreak of the BIRD flu. Hmmm. The saddest part being that it was all these little children getting sick. One of the little girls, a 4 year old, got it from hugging and kissing dead chickens. Oh my. That is really sad. Well, of course I didn't have the bird flu, but I think you already knew that.

So, when I am sick, if I can't have my mommy, I want comfort food. Luckily, I did not have the throwing up kind of flu, (I am a horrible vomiter. There is nothing else in this world that i dread more) so I was able to make all kinds of foods that I consider to be of the comfort variety. So, once again, I failed miserably at being a model diabetic. Everything I ate made my blood sugar spin wildly out of control. Here is a short list of what I have had since I have been sick: (remember, this is only a short list)
1. Homemade cinnamon rolls.
They were heavenly. Ooey and gooey.
2. Homemade macaroni and cheese
Need I say more or go into detail?
3. Homemade chicken noodle soup
Ok, here I did use whole wheat organic noodles.
4. For breakfast one morning I had:
Fishsticks and macaroni and cheese.
Yes, for breakfast.
5. Pizza one night.
With extra mozzeralla. Ok, Ok, and added pepperoni.
6. Chicken and rice soup.
7. Creamy tomato basil soup.
Yes, with heavy cream.

To top it off, I have turned into an orange addict. I don't think that is too bad though. I am eating them all the time. They are so good, and now our two Chihuahua's think that oranges are the food of the gods. They freak out when I start to peel one and about kill themselves begging for little pieces. It is really quite charming.

So, my very first diabetic sick experience turned out to be a total failure. I tend to treat Diabetes like a special diet. Something that I can go on and off of. I am like a Diabetic Jekyll and Hyde. On most days I am a diabetic. On holidays, I am not. On weekends, I am not. On other special occaisions, I am not. When I am sick, I am most definately NOT.

Does anyone else have this problem? I don't know why I can't get my mind around it. I have no problems grasping Long QT Syndrome, but diabetes just doesn't seem real to me.
Maybe I should see a therapist.
It is something to consider.