Manipulate Diabetes

 

 Don’t simply manage diabetes,  manipulate diabetes.

    

Oh, don’t you know
Life is a fantasy dress ball
And if you must come as yourself, well
You’re no fun at all
Here’s a tip: Just be yourself
But more so
And that’s our cue to go
Whoa-oh whoa-oh yeah
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
So, yes or no
Are you in or are you out?
I didn’t get all dressed up
Just to fight your self-doubt
Fool yourself and you can
Fool anyone you choose
There’s no way you can lose
Whoa-oh whoa-oh yeah
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
What’s a line if you don’t toe it?
What’s the lead if you don’t blow it?
I think losing everything could be so therapeutic
What’s a horn if you don’t toot it?
What’s a gun if you don’t shoot it?
Just because you fucked it up doesn’t mean we knew it, yeah
Whoa-oh
whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
whooooaah
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon
Manipulate me, oh yeah, c’mon

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#FFF

Type 1 Diabetes, a fairweather friend, if only I could bid you a

 final furious farewell.  

I dedicate this song to you, my fairweather friend,

you clearly know who you are. 

Lyrics by  John Lydon.  

Farewell my fairweather friend.
Senseless reasoning.
You believe what you want to believe.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
On you no one can depend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Whatever you want it to be, for you that’s what it will be.
Honesty to you is arbitrary.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
Bad times, now they must end.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Bad times, now they must end.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times, now they must end.
You used to be nice, now you’re twice as nice.
You used to be good, now you’re too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Used to be nice, now you’re twice as nice.
Used to be good, now you’re too good.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times – they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Logic is lost in your cranial abattoir.
Shallow, empty inside.
Sly-witted and full of snide.
The shutter-speed of your thinking process is small, too small.
Too full of pride.
Lost in a storm.
Farewell my fairweather friend.
Bad times, now they must end.
Bad times – they must end.
On you no one can depend.
Farewell my fairweather friend.

http://youtu.be/gFX_ZSxjsEE

message from my glucose meter

candy from iggy pop

In celebration of  Iggy’s 64th birthday today,  Candy is not only one of my favorites, but also one of the greatest diabetic ballads of all time. 

 

(4/20) four twenty art

"Buddy Hitler" by Bo Kaier

From artist Bo Kaier : 

“In honor of the holiday (4/20), where potheads everywhere unite to celebrate the birth of Adolf Hitler, I took on the artistic challenge of creating a friendly portrait of reviled dictator and poster boy for genocide. I think it came out well.”

http://www.bokaier.com/

blood sugar earthquake

I just downloaded a month of blood sugar test results from my glucose meter and got a graph that unfortunately looks very similar to the seismological  chart of Japan’s 9.0 earthquake:  

actual seismic chart of Japans 9.0 earthquake

actual bG results chart from my meter

It’s a blog!

Welcome and thanks for visiting!  Well you know what they say about blogs…everybody has one.   Here’s mine.  This is the place  I will expand and discuss  my fury and frustrations of the deepest darkest diabetic kind.  I will also post some really cool stuff in between.  In the meantime, please follow me on twitter!  https://twitter.com/DiabeticFury