Diabetes

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In for the fight

Are you freaking kidding me? First the government wants to mess with my Air Miles and now the B.C. College of Pharmacists wants to too? Well hear me now pharmacists, I will fight, oh yes, I will, and I’m hoping all my readers will as well. Early last week I received a comment on a post I had written more than a year ago about how the Canadian government was stomping on one of the few perks we in the medically challenged field have by limiting the number of Air Miles we can get with our pharmaceutical purchases. It was a comment that left me puzzled at first  (I read it at 3 am; doesn’t take much to confuse me at that hour) but became quite clear after an email I received later in the week notifying me of a proposed bylaw change by the B.C. College of Pharmacists that […]

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War of images

Have you ever felt like you were being pulled every which way and no matter what you did, you were not doing the right thing? That’s kind of how I’ve felt on this new adventure with Little Ring – image wise. Seriously, the journey towards him and the journey with him has been an honest to goodness war of images. You see, all throughout my pregnancy I was given a hard time by doctors, nurses, acquaintances, and complete strangers for the amount of weight I was gaining (39 pounds in total and I delivered 3 weeks early. I’m not gonna lie, I looked like I had a giant yoga ball strapped to the front of me… but being called Tubs by a co-worker, not cool.) And then, shortly after Little Ring arrived, I started getting the complete opposite kind of comments on how great I looked for just having a

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And so it begins…

I’ve waited for this day, dreamed of this day, ached for this day. And yet, when it finally arrived, my belly was all full of nerves, my heart was shaking, my legs quaking. The reason: A run; my first in 7 months! Heading out. Prior to lacing up my sneakers last night, I had visions of tripping on the pavement like I did the night I first learned of Little Ring in my belly, or of my hip popping out, like it did so many times pre-pregnancy, or of getting a tweak in my knee, or cracking my ankle bones with the kicking of my feet. Not surprising really. With my running past being so injury laden, it was hard not to worry about what may be. But then, I got out there. And oh man, the moment my sneakers hit the pavement, the moment I felt the beat of

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Out with the old…

You can’t be loyal forever, not when it comes to shoes. For close to three years my feet have been laced up in the white and neon green Mizuno Wave Inspire 6 shoes, a beautiful shoe, perfectly structured to fit my foot like Cinderella’s glass slipper fit hers. We spent hours traveling the roads together, sharing our wind-swept journeys, loving one another. We ran Portland, the Oregon Coast, Toronto, Santa Rosa, San Francisco, and all over Vancouver and the Valley. And I was loyal, so loyal. I wouldn’t dare look at another shoe. She was my one and only; there was no thinking of others. We shared laughter. We shared tears. We shared love. But our love, so strong I would buy three pairs in one purchase, was not enough for Mizuno to sustain the shoe. Mizuno moved on from its Wave Inspire 6s, trading them in for a much

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