In one of my high school English classes, we had to read Samuel Beckett's play of this name. Thirty-some-odd years later, I don't remember the details, only that it centered around two men who seemed to be relatively old, penniless, and alone. They met at a particular spot each day, left each evening, and could only remember one day past and think towards one day forward. They awaited a third character, the eponymously named "Godot", who never arrived. The style was considered existentialist in that there wasn't all that much character development: what you saw was what you got. While I never read the French original, in English, "Godot" seemed a thinly-veiled metaphor for "G-d" — and since old, penniless (and possibly homeless) folk have always had the shortest from-this-point life expectancy, it made sense — at least on one level — that these two characters were waiting to die.

  (READ MORE)

I know he meant well.

I know he was just curious.

I know he is simply concerned about my health.

But seriously, since when is "So how's your diabetus?" an acceptable question?

It's not like saying "How's your broken leg?" or "Is your cold getting any better?" The status of diabetes doesn't get any better.

I should say, though, that I suspect my friend--whom I had reminded that I have diabetes when he spotted my pump the day before I got hooked up--was really just wondering if the pump was making things easier for me. In fact, he asked as much several minutes later. (READ MORE)

Zela

"Sana Sana Colita De Rana" which is Spanish for "Heal, Heal. Butt of a Frog!" LOL Yeah, I swear.

It is usually said to little kids when they get hurt. You may call it a "boo boo" or "let mommy kiss the boo boo and make it better." The whole "frog butt" part is really used as a distraction. It's hard to worry about a stubbed toe when grandma just said something about a frog's bottom! (READ MORE)