Stop whatever you’re doing and check your blood sugar! Reblog with your number in the tags! Don’t be discouraged by your meter! The important part is that you are checking!!
got yelled at by my mom cos I kept pronouncing “Dwanye” The Rock Johnson the same way one prounces “Kanye” West
fuck. I scrolled past and then came back up.
Fucking hell I hate these
You’re a fucking asshole for undermining diabetes like that.
Having blood sugars all over the fucking place is fucking sucky.
And low blood sugar is one of the worst feelings I’ve ever had.
And giving yourself needles everyday? Yeah that sucks too.
Did you know you can lose a limb from diabetes?
Diabetic nerve pain ain’t no walk in the park either.
What about the mood swings?
Or being on steroids with diabetes?
Did you know I was up to 10 needles a day when I was on steroids? And my sugars would go up to like 400 for eating a cupcake and drinking a goddam juicebox.
You can have kidney damage.
And eye damage.
And a shitload of other things.
But it’s really “no big deal”. It’s not “the bad kind?” Ya ok.
You have no empathy towards people with a life threatening illness but you want me to feel bad for you because the wind messed up your goddam hair? No.
Rant over.
IT MAKES ME SO MAD WHEN CHAIN RESTAURANTS DONT HAVE NUTRITION INFORMATION ON THEIR WEBSITES
There’s a movement on Facebook to rally as many people as possible to donate $8 to Bernie Sanders’ campaign on his birthday, September 8, 2015. The goal is to set the record for most individual donations for a presidential candidate in a single day. I figured that tumblr would be the perfect place to spread this news since I’ve seen such a strong presence of Bernie supporters here. Plus, this gives those who are unable to donate a chance to show support by spreading the news and reminding forgetful people (like me) of the date as it approaches.
Here are the links to:
Bernie’s website where you can donate to his campaign
Happy donating!
There are so many ‘inspirational’ articles about diabetes … and they just make me feel depressed. I’m not active, or ambitious, or athletic. I’m not young. I’m disabled and tired.
I tell myself, forget it, I’m the wrong demographic, that’s all, but it’s not much comfort. When I was a child I used to get shoved out of schoolyard games for not being the right kind - there were so many different ways to be wrong, and so few to be right. I look at diabetes magazines and think not much has changed.
I was going through some weeded books to pick a few more out for my Blackout Poetry program next month and came across two diet books that focused on blood sugar. I couldn’t resist making a couple of poems right away from two of the pages.
Diabetes is bruised arms, legs and stomachs. Diabetes is sore and bloodied finger tips. Diabetes is injections, pumps and tablets. Diabetes is Hypoglycemia and Highs. Diabetes is ketoacidosis. Diabetes is insulin and carb counting. Diabetes is a disease and a disability.
Diabetes is many things but it sure as hell isn’t that piece of sugary food you just ate.
After sharing my life with this disease for a decade, I finally decided to pay it some homage. At first glance, you see “type one.” But if you take the time to look at it in the right light, you will see it actually says, “type none.” This tattoo is technically incomplete; when I am cured, I will have the white N filled in with black ink, turning type one to type none.
Over the course of these 10 years, I’ve realized that the only way to handle my diabetes is to look on the bright side of things. So here’s to hope and here’s to hope for a cure.
#typeone (at hope)oh my god i fucking love this
what i literally do not understand ,
is why its ok
to insult your fucking child, and then expect them to respect you, as if you treated them like they fucking deserve to be
like no im not going to fucking admire you as a parent if you make me feel like shit
you’re supposed to bring your kids self esteem up not shatter it
broadwayandfandomsandfeelsohmy :
robottko :
tavoriel :
A group of Slytherin students camping outside the common room because the password is something bigoted and they refuse to say it
a group of Slytherin students having a sleepover in the Hufflepuff dormitory because the Hufflepuffs found out
A group of ravenclaw students trying to magically change the doors password when the hufflepuffs tell them
a group of Gryffindors trying to forcibly remove the door when they finally find out
This post got better since I’ve last seen it.
I just don’t feel like I know myself very well right now, so how can I be sure about anything? Most of the time I feel so awkward, you know, like I don’t belong in my own skin, I get frustrated at everything, I could just scream and there’s no reason for it, I just hate myself.
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