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I know several people who participate in fantasy football leagues. I just never got into that sort of thing. I really have no interest investing so much time and energy into football. For those of you not familiar with fantasy football, points are earned based on how well one's fantasy team players perform each week. It's a pretty big deal for some. Participants draft players, trade players, decide which players to start and which to bench and they even act as legal representation when their players get in trouble for injecting illegal substances, abusing their wives and/or organizing dog fighting rings.
But I really do like a little competition. I certainly invest plenty of time and energy into diabetes and my knowledge of the disease is fairly good. What if we had our very own fantasy league? A fantasy league for diabetes. Well, look no further.
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I know several people who participate in fantasy football leagues. I just never got into that sort of thing. I really have no interest investing so much time and energy into football. For those of you not familiar with fantasy football, points are earned based on how well one's fantasy team players perform each week. It's a pretty big deal for some. Participants draft players, trade players, decide which players to start and which to bench and they even act as legal representation when their players get in trouble for injecting illegal substances, abusing their wives and/or organizing dog fighting rings.
But I really do like a little competition. I certainly invest plenty of time and energy into diabetes and my knowledge of the disease is fairly good. What if we had our very own fantasy league? A fantasy league for diabetes. Well, look no further.
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If I could do one thing the next 3 weeks, it would be a vacation from my type 2 diabetes, weight issues and actually, my health entirely. Even one day seems like it would be divine.
Warning -
"food fantasies" follow.
I would eat pastries for breakfast, and have another one or two for a morning coffee break (I do love me some carbs). Perhaps a nice Eggs Benedict. And oh, yes, I would have pumpkin spice lattes until I shook from the caffiene.
I would eat homemade cream of mushroom soup for lunch, or a nice lobster bisque, full of heavy cream. Then I would take a nap, just because I wanted one, not because my blood glucose was at 200.
Homemade cookies with full-sugar cocoa and lots of marshmallows for afternoon snack.
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If I could do one thing the next 3 weeks, it would be a vacation from my type 2 diabetes, weight issues and actually, my health entirely. Even one day seems like it would be divine.
Warning -
"food fantasies" follow.
I would eat pastries for breakfast, and have another one or two for a morning coffee break (I do love me some carbs). Perhaps a nice Eggs Benedict. And oh, yes, I would have pumpkin spice lattes until I shook from the caffiene.
I would eat homemade cream of mushroom soup for lunch, or a nice lobster bisque, full of heavy cream. Then I would take a nap, just because I wanted one, not because my blood glucose was at 200.
Homemade cookies with full-sugar cocoa and lots of marshmallows for afternoon snack.
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Listen, people! The FDL (Fantasy Diabetes League) is for real! Sure, it had some trouble finding its footing in the early days of this inaugural season, but I assure you, one lucky winner will walk away with a $10 Starbucks gift card and better yet, an original drawing by Charlie of a giant squid urinating on a scuba diver. Throw a frame on it and it's perfect for the guest bathroom or the baby's nursery.
The gist is simple. Receive absurd comments related to diabetes and earn points. For more on the rules of The FDL, click
here.
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Congratulations to Mark G. for winning the first-ever 2007/2008
Fantasy Diabetes League. Mark won with a staggering score of 46 points for enduring a down-right spattering of ridiculous comments related to his daughter's diabetes.
In his own words, following his wife's trepidation in ratting out the numerous offenders of diabetes etiquette (that seem to be growing on trees in Texas), Mark says:
"Damn her social graces, the FDL won't win itself."
We at the FDL applaud Mark's competitive spirit.
What makes Mark's victory even more impressive is that he's been in the diabetes game for only about six months. As a mere rookie, he and his family have amassed more diabetes drivel than most would in a lifetime. Well done!
The final standings are as follows:
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There's nothing better on this snowy Friday afternoon than taking some time to catch up with the Blogabetes bloggers (that is, short of sledding down the hill behind my house on one of those round sleds, but I've digressed). Welcome to another edition of the Weekly Round-up!
Julia has had her share of
dealing with the flu - here's hoping her family is on the mend! Share your tips for how you deal with the winter sicknesses.
George has found the
answer to life, the universe, and everything during his bout with hypoglycemia. Do you have startling moments of randomness when you're experiencing a low?
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If life is in fact a series of actions and consequences (and good Lord, I hope it isn't), then the fact that I eventually developed type 2 diabetes (known affectionately around the Rummel-Hudson compound as "the Beedies") is about as mysterious as why it gradually gets lighter outside at roughly the same time each morning. (
"Did someone install stadium lights out there? Lets investigate. Oh, look, the sun...")
In college, I lived a life of excess. Despite the fact that I also drank way more than I should have, the main culprit was food. Glorious, wonderful food. I live in Texas, so take those food items and deep fry them. (To this day, the idea of chicken fried steak repulses my northern friends, and yet just now, when I typed those three lovely words, I got a little slobbery.) I drank too much soda, I ate too much crap, and if something green ever went past my lips, it was probably an M&M.
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It had been more than a week since I had talked to Mom. This is nearly unheard of in our world, but it does occasionally happen. My busy life with three kids and their busy retirement life are the culprits.
So last night when Dad called to see if I knew about my brother's trip to Korea encountering problem after problem that eventually required him to come home to Missouri from Seattle, I was finally able to catch Mom up on what's going on in our lives.
"Did you know No. 2 has a double ear infection," I asked her.
"No, no didn't know that," she said.
"No. 3 is recovering nicely from her upper respiratory nastiness, but The Mr. is still battling a rough cough," I told her.
"OK, OK. And how are things going with the pump?" she wanted to know.
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Is it so much to ask for to want to wake up every hour from midnight to 7 am and take small drops of blood from my 5-year-old son all night long? I'm sure this is every dad's fantasy. Insane, the things I wish for now.
We have been trying to do overnight basal testing for Charlie now for thirteen days straight. We just can't do it. It's absolutely ridiculous. Every single night we're forced to abort our mission before we can even get started. What's most frustrating is that all we need as a prerequisite is to have him somewhere in the 120 to 220 area at about 9 pm-10 pm, when the dinner insulin has run its course. Amazingly, we can't do it. Night after night.
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