Giggling off the poppycock

You’ve got to be freaking kidding me! So, you know that dictionary of doctor talk I told you all about the other night, well turns out it was just a load of poppycock. Yes, poppycock!

My soon-to-be super doctor extraordinaire diabetic chick translated the manual for me last night and I swear not even a minute in she was laughing, but it wasn’t a hearty laugh, it was more like a here we go again kind of laugh. She told me there was basically just one sentence in there I needed to know, which in human language said something to the effect of If you have type 1 diabetes and if you’re an endurance athlete, you’re pretty much hooped. Awesome.

Translating the secret doctor code

My soon-to-be doctor diabetic chick has seen these words before, many times. She tried doing a research paper on endurance sports for Type 1s, and she kept coming up short. There was basically nothing out there, she said. Nothing. Apparently, the reasoning has something to do with the fact that government won’t fund research for us Type 1s, because they figure we’ve already got the disease, we’re already screwed. Awesome. Tons of research for Type 2s, though, because that’s considered preventative. But the thing is, Type 1s exercising, that’s kind of preventative too – against the body-length bloody list of complications this disease can result in.

Dear government and all other funders of research,
Thank you for my making my life easy, totally not being sarcastic at all, you guys seriously rock, really you do, so much so, I hope you can avoid the rocks that I plan to pelt at your heads, er, I mean, great job.
Sincerely, Princess


  • 5 p.m. BG before: 4.7 (4 Swedish Fish, which always remind me of my time in Maine)
  • Temp. basal: -100 per cent (started 1/2 hour before getting into the pool)
  • Time: 55 minutes
  • 6:45 p.m. BG after: 3.7 (dammit!)

Tonight’s aqua jog was kind of crazy. Most other times I’m so busy looking at the clock to see how long I’ve been in the pool for and how much longer I have to go, but tonight, it was like the minutes just flew by – to which I credit my favourite ironchickie. It’s been about a month since we last got together, which amounts to one race for me, 10k with my big brother, and one race for her, Osoyoos triathlon, where she came in third and was just 17 seconds from placing second – because she’s a total ironchickie rockstar!

And it’s so funny when we get together because she’ll say something like “someday I’ll get under that 1:30,” in reference to the half marathon portion of her races, and I’ll follow it up with “someday I’ll get under that 2 hours,” which totally makes me giggle 😀

What’s made you giggle lately?

4 thoughts on “Giggling off the poppycock”

  1. Robert Freeman

    Un-friggin’ believable. The goddam government funding (or lack of it) for Type1s, I mean. But isn’t that just like the stupid bureaucratic dunderheads? Jeez, it makes ya so mad, ya just wanna spit. And when it comes to spittin’, usually I’m agin’ it.
    As for what makes me giggle?
    You, Princess. Always. Holy Jumpin’ … Ya just blow my mind. Constantly. Government, sucks.
    I quote from that poem from olden times, ‘Deteriorata’ that sums up the government mentality: “Speak glowing of those greater than yourself, even tho they be turkeys/ Know what to kiss, and when./ Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but three do./ Wherever possible, put people on hold./”
    You are made of STEEL, Princess 🙂

    1. And I promise to be your very first lab rat … but can we call me the lab hippopotamus or lab elephant; they’re way cooler than rats!

  2. Okay. You must know how irritated I am to read this. Especially given the conversation we had when we met about the lack of information for endurance athletes with Type 1.
    “we’re doomed already”
    doesn’t mean we don’t deserve research. I mean, seriously. Look at the amount of us out there as athletes? Um, Team Type 1 for example? Professional level cycling team all with diabetes?
    arg. we need to change something!

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