FoodLady Chronicles – Service Dog Drama, it doesn’t end.

Okay, I’ll admit it, sometimes I have what can only be considered a slightly ‘off’ sense of humor so I can’t swear that y’all will find this as funny as I did. I don’t even know if the guy I sent it to will have found it amusing, but by golly–I’m still laughing.

Backstory: I have to go to training to renew some of my ‘accreditation’; unfortunately it is being held in a place that I used to know *very* well. That place has no experience or understanding or flexibility in regards to the concept of a service dog.  The guy with whom I’m chatting about silly things like payment, schedules, service dogs, etc. told me the following:

“Do you mind if I ask what kind of dog it is? Maybe if it’s a small dog that will ease their concerns, if any.” 

I couldn’t help myself – I replied:

“He is a diabetic alert dog and is cross-training in stability support. All stability support beasties have to weigh in over 45lbs and he is healthy at 70lbs. :-)”

“Let’s see if I can dig up a picture….”

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*laughingSorry, couldn’t resist.  Here he is attached to me. He is not too big and he compresses well between me and an airline seat in front of me.  :-)” 

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So, I have no idea if this guy found me funny, but heck – at least I had a decent laugh today. Also, how often do you get to email someone a photo of cujo?

Have a laugh today my lovely’s,

Love, FoodLady.

FoodLady Chronicles – Sam Dammit!

FoodLady Chronicles – Sam Dammit! Edition:
Dear SamSam-puppy, no animals are allowed on the counter. Now, usually when I am teaching puppies to not go on the counter it is because they are standing on their hind legs and “surfing” to steal as much food as possible but you, dearest Sam, are unique. I had to yell at you to GET. OFF. THE. DAMN. STOVE. As in, you were STANDING on the fracking [cold] STOVE.
It is so wrong I don’t even know where to start or end the amount of wrong. 
*sigh*
Goodnight. 

Diabetic Randomness: where do you put your blood?

Good morning y’all, please remember I am not a medical professional and I don’t even play one on tv. Any of the medical crapola I ramble on about is strictly my medical crapola and shouldn’t be taken as any sort of advice. The internets are chock full of people telling other people what to do and I will not do that. I may share moments of my own stupidity, but that is to hopefully  make you laugh. Anything you learn is at your own risk! 

 

So, after you stick your finger to test your blood sugar…where do you wipe the blood?

Back in the days of yore when the standard recommended all diabetics wipe their fingers with an alcohol swab before testing your blood sugar it was easy–you wiped the leftover blood on the used alcohol swabbie. But, the standard changed and people realized that wiping with alcohol didn’t really help all that much and actually dried out the fingertips a wee bit too much which led to further damage later on. So, la de da…we are now to wash our hands before taking our blood sugar and if no handwashing is available THEN we use our alcohol swabbies. I’m going to assume that the current standard just wants us to get up and go wash our hands after we test our blood sugar and get rid of the blood that way….but damn, especially when our blood sugar is wonky….moving can be blegh.  Or maybe you just don’t wanna go back into the bathroom or maybe you just have a thousand other things to do – doesn’t matter…there are other wiping options available that don’t put yourself or anyone else at risk.

anyone else I say? Yep. We as diabetics have to hold ourselves to a higher standard of knowledge about blood-borne pathogens than our naive brethren “the public”.  There is a famous advice columnist who fell into the the naive brethren category and she attempted to shame diabetics back into the public bathroom to which most of us diabetics said, “uh, hell no….ew!” and quickly wrote her advice back into the stone age. In other words, inject your meds wherever you like and check your blood sugar wherever  you like. I have to add to that – make freaking sure you keep track of your sharps and your blood! Not because I am worried about you or think you are a hotbed of contagious disease, but because I’m worried about the public.

Imagine for a second you are a 16 year old waitress with a cut on your hand and when you are cleaning off your table that just left you drop the dirty napkins you gathered onto your tray and you realize one of the napkins you dropped had some blood on it. crap, you think your cut reopened. You inspect the cut and nope…not healed, but not actively bleeding. Crap, you just held someone else’s blood against a wound…..and potential panic ensues. 

So, what I am saying is…if you bleed on it, you own it and it goes with you and/or is disposed of properly. Wherever you wipe your blood is your business, just don’t make it anyone else’s problem.

So, where do I wipe my blood?  My hair. Yes, I know it’s weird. No, I never started doing it on purpose. It just seemed normal to me and it meant that I wasn’t staining my clothes or leaving my blood around willy nilly. It has worked for me pretty well now for many years. A few people I know vampire theirs, you know…just lick it off their finger. For some reason that doesn’t appeal to me personally, but it isn’t offensive to me.

Wild Animal Wednesday

Happy Wild Animal Wednesday! This week has been…..(I’m cringing as I make this horrifying pun)…..a bear!

Please meet more wild critters from our friend TH.

“Good Morning! I’m a bear!”
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“that’s right, just a bear passin’ through…”
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“nothin’ to see here, just a bear passing on by….”
According to TH in April, “it’s mating season for the ruffled grouse” All I can think is, “I’m a handsome bird….a bird. bird bird bird…bird is the word….”
“…..I said a bird bird bird….” and yes, I’m very sorry for getting that stuck in your head. If it is any consolation it is stuck in mine too.

FoodLady Chronicles – suck my thumbs edition!

Dearest Brindles, Ha! Bwahahahahahaha! I won this round. Yes, I did find your new secret escape route and yes, I wired it closed. Why yes, I did get great enjoyment of watching you sit down next to the former escape hole this morning while whining at it to pretty please re-open. I know that my victory is just part of the Brindle Wars, but today, my victory feels GLORIOUS!
***humming eye of the tiger***

Wild Animal Wednesday – trying something random. :)

Good day y’all! I have a friend (yes, a human one!) and although she lives far far away from here I have enjoyed her emailed photos for years. She set up some wildlife cameras and has gotten some pretty amazing photos of wild animals. Because I tend to go in phases of how much time I can devote to writing, if I get into posting someone else’s hard work (with permission) at least there can be something to look at weekly! Any comments made by the photographer will be credited as TH, any random commentary by me will be FL. *smooches*

Panoramic Turkeys by TH

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Raccoon vs. Deer Stare Off by TH

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FL Anthropomorphic Interpretation: Raccoon – “Look, uh…this is awkward. I’m nocturnal….you’re diurnal.  We really shouldn’t be hanging out for people to see.”   Deer – “hi. I’m a deer!”
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FL: Raccoon – “Dude, this is really embarrassing! Deer – “hi, I’m a deer!”
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FL: Deer – “Hi! I’m a Deer!” Raccoon, “…seriously?”
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FL: Deer – “deer deer deer, I’m a deer. hi hi hi I am deer. deer deer deer” Raccoon – “…dude”.
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FL: New Raccoon, “Were you hanging out with a deer?” Original Raccoon – “Yep, we had a really stimulating conversation! Did you know that was a deer?”
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FL: Raccoon – “yeah, yeah, yeah…..you’re a DEER. I GET it. I gotta go. this is freaking me out!” Deer 1 and Deer 2 – “we are deer. we are deer. deer deer deer”

FoodLady Chronicles – Cheerios Edition

Blood Sugar 211. Thank you Herbert for dancing in front of my face until I tested. An additional thank you for grabbing the Cheerios box and proudly flinging it into the air while we did the HappyHappyJoyJoyGoodAlertGoodJob dance.
Dear StolenDog, no…Cheerios do not, in fact, randomly rain from the sky onto your head and into your mouth….okay, they did just now but that should probably never happen again, at least I hope not.