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Lost in Boston. (Again.)

We were late arriving because I managed to get us lost. It’s what I do. Convinced I knew exactly where it was but in reality not having the faintest notion, I dragged Chris around Boston in hot pursuit of the ADA Diabetes Expo.

Bright Boston sunshine reflected off the buildings as we strolled towards the Seaport World Trade Center.

“There it is!” The relief in my voice was unmistakable. We had been walking for over ½ an hour. (I get lost everywhere I go. Everywhere.)

Walking in to the building, we were greeted by friendly, smiling volunteers clad in red shirts. The red and white balloon archways framed the dozens of exhibition tables set up in the convention center.

Interesting things that I saw:

Medtronic was there and I made a beeline for their table. (As illustrated) Spoke with a nice guy named Ed Rose Jr. Turns out that Ed Rose Sr. and the rest of the Rose clan are all diabetics of varying degrees. Ed Jr. is the only one who isn’t. He and I spoke at length about the Insulin Pump/CGMS hybrids that are slated for release this fall, his father’s reservations about pump therapy, and the diabetes blogging community. Solid pump company, Medtronic. I’m proud to claim myself as a Minimed Paradigm Pumper.

Splenda had a terrific booth set up as well, with a column of yellow and white balloons marking their territory. A young girl and her associate handed out Splenda recipes and free product samples. Splenda has been a new addition to the household, slowly phasing out my old standy: Equal.

The ADA people were everywhere. Ed Garcia from the RI office came and greeted me warmly, confirming that the day had been a great success. “Did you get here a while ago?” he asked. I murmured something about “half an hour ago” and “lost in Boston” and “have no sense of direction.” But it was nice to see some RI Representation in that huge convention center.

After a brief meeting with my former pediatrician, Dr. Alyne Ricker (who has been listed as one of Boston Magazine’s “Top Docs”! Check out the link!) , Chris and I made one last round. It was overwhelming, really. All those people affected by diabetes in one way or another. Older people, little kids, all races and shapes and sizes … a veritable potluck of patients. Those who live with the disease. Those who love someone with the disease. And those trying to cure the disease.

There’s something about a room full of people who are dedicated to bettering the lives of diabetics that makes you feel like you’re part of something tremendous.

Sidenote: Next time I’ll try not to lose my digital camera and all the Expo pictures that I intended to download onto Blogger. For now, the Excel Stick People Montage was the best I could manage.

Second Sidenote: Today is Chris’s birthday. Happy Birthday !!!

Preferring Crayons.


A Haiku for this Morning at Work.

Computer on. The
Papers shuffle without sound.
I’d rather color.

Sometimes I wonder if people from work will stumble upon this blog, read about how much I loathe my job, and then pink slip me, a la Dooce. If that ends up being the case, how awful (read: liberating) would that be?

Post re: the ADA Diabetes Expo in Boston coming soon. I left my digital camera in Boston and am waiting for the Person Who May Have It to get back to me so I can post up the pictures from the event. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to resort to crayon etchings and stick figure interpretations of the afternoon.

Which I may do, anyway.

Happy Monday, fellow bloggers.

Writer’s Block.

All these thoughts and I can’t even concentrate long enough to string a sentence together that doesn’t start “I want some more black raspberry ice cream.” I’ve been trying to work on some writing projects for a few hours now and so far I have accomplished the following:

  • Ate some delicious black raspberry ice cream.
  • Thought about how long it will take for Siah to run off with the pump cap that is resting on my keyboard. 
  • Listened to the Snow Patrol album twice.
  • Considered lifting arm weights while I was trying to write.
  • Laughed at myself for having a meathead thought.
  • Thought about Meathead from Meatballs II. (“Me, Ted.” “Meathead.”)
  • Mused about the upcoming trip to LA and wondered if I’d like the West Coast.
  • Wished briefly that I had a tan.
  • Spent 15 minutes hating my stupid insurance job.
  • Got a cup of green tea.
  • Coughed a few times (remnants of the Plague I had for a few days).
  • Went back to thinking about my stupid job.
  • Had a quick “Kerri in NYC” fantasy involving a fancy pencil skirt, excellent brown flats, and a Mary Tyler Moore moment with a hat being thrown in the air.
  • Admitted to self that I don’t wear hats very much.
  • Thought about some more ice cream.
  • Started a blog post.

I perused through Kieran’s blog and found this link, which will most likely entertain me for the next fifteen minutes or so.

Then maybe I’ll have some more ice cream.

I held hands with Superman.

I held hands with Superman.

It’s true.

He was six years old and missing a front tooth and melted my heart by comparing pumps and trying not to step on any cracks as we walked along the sidewalk towards the Children’s Museum.

“Can’t step on the cracks,” I warned, tipping my foot sideways to avoid a fissure.

“Got it. I won’t step on a single one.” Superman (aka Shannon’s son) hopped on one foot to dodge the same fracture.

Not since Clara Barton camp have I had so much interaction with other diabetics. Last week when I met Amy and E. for the first time, it was so comforting to sit down to a nice dinner and watch everyone order dinner and then absently reach for their meters; stored in fancy Kate Spade bags, travel cases, or the trusty black zipper case. No qualms about testing at the table. No issue with dosing up insulin, either via pen or pump. There’s a certain odd comfort to someone else sharing the same programs of preservation.

I had the same feelings sitting down for lunch with Shannon and her beautiful family, Julia and her blue eyed daughter, Nicole and Lyrehca. Kids bouncing all over the place, lunches being unpacked or purchased, and a handful of distracting indoor pigeons. Meters gauging glucose levels, pumps brought out from pockets and carbohydrates calculated. As the adults bolused, I saw Superman eyeing the pumps on our hips, similar to the one on his.

We tore through that Children’s Museum like we were all kids. Exploring all the floors, we played in puppet show kiosks, the Arthur Exhibit, construction sites, the Hall of Toys, and the golf ball racetracks. The kids played in the “Supermercado” while Nicole and I tried to put back all the toy food items before the kids could take them all out again (slightly OCD, anyone?). Superman Brendon sold me a $100 plastic pineapple. I learned what a Baby Sling was. I wore a blue plastic bib and played in the soapy bubble exhibit. We discussed how big the cow was that filled the huge Hood milk station in the courtyard. I watched moms integrate testing bloodsugars throughout the day and I wondered if that’s what my mom used to do.

We played all afternoon long. Everyone was diabetic but I forgot I was diabetic for a while.

Such a strange thing, to meet people in person who you’ve only interacted with online. Especially for this group of diabetes bloggers, who know the deepest fears and proudest moments of people who they’ve never seen smile in person. But there was that instant comfort upon meeting these people, into whose lives I’ve had the pleasure of glimpsing, that made an afternoon at the museum feel long overdue.

Thanks to everyone who came out to Boston on Saturday!

Note to Nicole: Please buy a cellphone. Please??

Six Things on Friday.

1. Tomorrow it is supposed to be almost 60 degrees in Boston. Perfect weather for a PreUnion. (Someone called it “The Sucrose Social.” I laughed and begged for rights to reprint their quip.) Starts at High Noon. Meet in the lobby? I have to be at a real estate appointment at 4 o’clock, so I can stay until about 3:40-ish. But I am very excited…

The tallied total looks like this: NicoleLyrehcaJuliaShannon, me, and The Maybes include Heidi and JenCaren, are you coming? Who am I missing? I tried to go back through the comments and realized that I can’t keep track of things to save my life. It’s a miracle that I haven’t accidentally filled my pump with shampoo yet.

2. The Ricola Cherry Herb Throat Drops are both delicious and making considerable strides against the plague that has settled into my throat. I recommend them to everyone. And I would also like to invite the guys from the Ricola commercials to come play at the PreUnion tomorrow.

3. The arch nemesis of my diabetes this week? Girl Scouts and their obscenely expensive yet highly addictive cookie arsenal. Those Lemon Pastry cookies are great. One unit per cookie. Touchdown.

4. When it comes to jobs, mine gets awards for being The Most Crummy. Today’s adventures have my boss timing people’s lunch breaks and issuing mandates on the amount of breaks people can take per day. I am eagerly awaiting the assignment of my cubby and nap time. I am currently using my college diploma as a placemat.

5. New “Generation D” column is up at dLife. Also, Megan at This is my Life has written a terrific post called “The Classroom.” Recommend a read.

6. Private (after a fashion) Message for The Dishwasher Coalition of the Yellow Bench Café: You are right. Waitressing at The Yellow Bench Café was one of the greatest jobs I’ve ever had because it threw your daughter and me into the most Instant Friendship Ever. Your recent diagnosis as a Type 2 diabetic may give us something in common, but I want you and The Wife as healthy as possible. Get healthy!! If you do not comply with my requests, I may resort to telling Leo to attack you while you sleep. He’s about 15 pounds of Fat Cat. Best be careful.

See you tomorrow for the PreUnion!

High noon.

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