word cloud

Word Cloud.   a picture is worth a thousand words.  For today’s post we’re going one further and putting your words into an image, a word cloud or tree representing YOUR health focus, interest, or passions.  Write down some of your favorite topics off the top of your head or review the tags in your blog post for some surprises.  For some examples on layout check out www.wordle.net.

Let me begin by saying that thanks to HAWMC,  I am becoming quite computer savvy! Well maybe savvy is stretching it a bit, but gee, I figured out Pinterest all by myself, and now, thanks to today's prompt, I managed to create,  and cut and paste or some such thing in my Paint program to enable me to have it show up here, on my blog!   

And voilà!!  Here is my word cloud!   `

The Blue Chair

Six Sentence Story. In this day of micro-blogging – brevity is a skill worth honing. Can you tell a story and make it short and sweet? What can you say in six sentences? Will you give your post a title, beginning, middle, and end – or do something different entirely? You’ve got 6 sentences: be creative, inventive, and direct; this may include being generous with punctuation. Good luck!

The young girl sat in the cold blue chair beside the door in the Doctor's Office, a tear silently rolling its way down her cheek, as her mother and the Doctor, heads bowed together, spoke as if she wasn't even there.  "If she looks after herself and follows the diet, gets plenty of exercise, tests regularly and takes her shots, she'll live to be at least 30, maybe longer if she's lucky."  They continue to talk as the young girl thinks to herself, "30, that's only 18 years from now, there isn't enough time to do everything I want to do, like finish school, get a job, get married, have kids, grow old."  She lifts her head, her eyes wide, scared, and says to the Doctor, "That's not long enough, isn't there a cure, won't I ever get better?"  The Doctor told the young girl that they were working on a cure, but it was a long way off, at least 5 years down the road, perhaps longer.  Well, she thought, 5 years wasn't so bad, she could do that, she could wait that long, but what she didn't know was that she would still be waiting 37 years later.

the first time........

The First Time I… Write a post about the first time you did something. What is it? What was it like?  How did you feel beforehand (nervous, excited, anxious), during, and after?  What did you learn?  Was the first time the last time too? Why or why not?


The first time ever I saw your face that orange (hahah! bet you're singing!)

okay, sorry, let me start over.

The first time the nurse brought an orange, a syringe and a bottle of saline into my hospital room, I thought she was a little crazy.  I mean really, what was this all about?

Well, as she explained to me, this was my practice material.  I got to practice giving the orange a needle.  I could do this as many times as I needed to for the next day, in order to get ready to give myself a needle.  Oh boy.  Was I really going to have to do this?  I was kind of hoping that maybe, perhaps, a nurse would just pop by the house on her way to work every morning and I wouldn't have to worry about this EVER!

However, being as I was never really one to shy away from trying something new (well perhaps public speaking),  I figured I could try.  The nurse showed me what to do.  The skin of the orange was supposed to mimic real skin.  The orange was ripe and looked good enough to eat!  Oh wait, that would have been a fruit exchange!  See I was learning!  The saline was the "insulin" and i had to learn how to fill the syringe to the correct dose, flick out any bubbles, insert the needle into my skin, pull back the plunger to make sure there was no blood, and then PUSH all that life-saving "juice" into my leg (or arm or stomach or butt!).

Oh that poor, poor orange.  I sat in that room, poking that poor thing over and over.  Filling it with saline until it was about ready to explode!  All day, again and again.

The next morning it was time to do it to myself.  Could I do it?  Would it hurt?  Would I bleed?  I didn't know, but I was ready to find out.  I had accepted the fact that I would be doing this every single day until I died (in 18 years or so) or until they found a cure, whichever came first.

The nurse came in, carrying her little tray.  The syringe laying beside the vial of insulin.  It's bright orange cap looking to me as thought it was saying "dare ya".  I sat there remembering all the things they had taught me.  The order to do all the steps.

• pull back the plunger to the desired amount of insulin
• insert into vial and depress
• flip bottle upside down and pull back plunger filling syringe to a little more than you need
• flick the needle in case of bubbles
• depress bubbles, if any, back into the vial
• pull again to desired amount of insulin
• remove needle from vial
• wipe area with alcohol
• pinch skin
• quickly insert needle tip into skin
• pull back on plunger a little to check for blood
• push plunger steadily all the way down
• remove needle and wipe with alcohol
• place cap back on syringe

OH MY GOD!!!  I DID IT!  ALL BY MYSELF!  AND IT DIDN'T HURT, AND I DIDN'T BLEED, AND I DIDN'T FAINT!!!

That day I learnt that I could do it even though I didn't think I could.  What I didn't know was that I would still be doing it 24,576 pokes later.  Let me tell you, these have been a long 18 years! (see that? that was sarcasm! LOL!)