One more added to the clan. . . yesss.

My dearest followers,

How greatly excited I am to tell you about my new for today. Why? Because this one is a little personal, and EXTREMELY unexpected. I'm sick of the lead in...let me begin, for my excitement can be contained no longer!

So here we were, sitting at Don's. By we, I obviously mean, mom, Mitch, Aunt Shelley, Addie, and I. My family combined with my Don's family happens to be one of my favorite combinations...ever. Anyway, we were finishing up our dinner, I some nice shrimp with a side of cottage cheese, complete with a medium pepsi...regular pepsi. Odd combination, I know, but it really was delicious, and my diabetic self doesn't get that regular soda very often. I relished. In the soda. I didn't actually use relish, though I could see where you could get confused. Okay, on to the rest of the story.

We were finishing up, Addie was throwing out her best Justin Bieber impersonation--surprisingly, it was really, really good. Justin Bieber is just a hair more feminine. Ha, okay, sorry. I am getting easily distracted tonight. I just still catch myself laughing at Addie Bieber. Anyway, all of the sudden, someone walks in. I felt the cold breeze come rushing in behind me, and my mom said, "Well, hi! I've been hoping to meet you." WHat? Someone we don't know. That's strange. I didn't know that happened anymore. I mean, that is such a rare, rare occasion in Protection. So as I was trying to figure out who this possibly could be, my mom finished with," I'm glad you're here because I've been wanting Lora to meet you, too." At that moment, I quickly realized whom it was.

Weeks ago my mother had informed me of yet another newly diagnosed diabetic girl. This happens to be the second one in our community/surrounding communities in the last few months. I knew it had to be her. I quickly, turned around and jumped out of my chair. Somehow, I was semi-stuck, so that was mildly embarrassing, but when you're bad with first impressions, you learn to get over it quickly. Anyway, I jumped out of my chair and ran to the little girl, shook her hand, and introduced myself. She informed me of her name, and we quickly jumped to the conversation of diabetes. 

So it's important that you know this. I would never, never, EVER wish this lack of sufficient islet cells upon ANYONE. However, I will be the first person to talk as if it's not a big deal. Yes, people have even told me that I make diabetes sound fun. I'm not exactly sure how that happens because I will also be the first to tell you it's not fun. But you win some and you lose some, and my pancreas happened to lose this one. What better what to handle it than with some light-hearted fun? And what better way to make this fun than with another fellow diabetic?

Anyway, tonight I got to meet a new diabetic, and let her know that it isn't always fun, but it will be  okay. For all of you nons out there who only know my jokes, I'll have you know that at times it is really scary. At times it is so frustrating you cry. And at times...you just want to stab someone with every single used syringe you've ever encountered (this is a very, very high number might I add). And by 'you' I obviously mean me, I, etc. However, it can be fun. I cannot tell you how many times I catch myself rolling at the awkward looks I get when I leave my syringe lying on the table, or when I start popping glucose tabs in class as if they are the God's greatest gift to my tastebuds. Those time, are truly glorious. 

And don't worry fellow campers of mine, this newly diagnosed diabetic and I chatted about Camp Discovery--my home away from home. Most of you may have heard me refer to it as "diabetes camp". Yeah, that place. Let me once again accentuate that it is real. Anyway, I may have converted a new camper...I hope so. Because she was one of the spunkiest little girls I have ever encountered. Hooking her up with some needles and insulin could make her dangerous. So she needs camp. Just kidding...in a sense. 

Tonights new was fun. A fun, exciting way to end my night. The world continues to welcome more and more diabetics. Watch out, nons, we are taking over the world, but an awesome world it will be. =)

Protect those islets,

the Lone Woolf

Haha...a pancreas? I thought it may add a nice touch. Yeah, it does. 

A new...calling?

HEyyy there again,

So, at the end of this post, I will thankfully be caught up on my new things for the week. Congratulations, right? Right. Okay, so here we go. Get pumped, this is one of my favorites.

Today, I did absolutely nothing. Well, I did make some pudding and watch three hours of How I Met Your Mother, Bridget Jones, and some Disney Channel. Did you know in Bridget Jones, she is in love and ultimately ends up with...Mark Darcy. Who play Darcy? Collin Firth. WHy is this hilarious? Well, Collin Firth also plays Mr. Darcy in Pride and Prejudice...the A&E version. It's a solid five hours of sheer loveliness. Yeah, I'm a wee bit obsessed thanks to Senior English. Obsessed with both Pride and Prejudice AND Collin Firth. Anyway, that little bit of information fancied me for most of the day.

I only tell you all of the above information to elaborate on how little I actually accomplished today (the pudding was really good, though). So tonight, after I got home from visiting my gramps at the hospital and eating at Don's, I walked in to see my favorite 10-year-old chillin' in the recliner. I did what any 19-year-old big sister would do--jumped in the chair with her (tight, tight squeeze I might add).

So there we were, sitting, enjoying the Disney Channel, obviously, and just hanging out. I was trying to find a place for my right arm. I needed it to be free, so I could text, and comfortable because, well, I like to be comfortable. Naturally, the right place was across Addie's face.

Upon placement, I realized my little mutant sister was doing some strange, awkward movement with her mouth. Yes, she was trying to BITE my arm--as if it were in her way or something! Rude. Anyway, I, of course, stuck my elbow on her nose, so she couldn't reach my arm. I honestly don't even know why I'm telling you all this. I mean, this is what all normal sisters do. Well, hold tight...this story is about to get boss.

We ended up fighting in the little chair. I finally had her arms wrapped around her head like a stinkin' pretzel, and was slapping her face with HER hand (which will later defend me). All of the sudden, she goes, "WHOA," and throw her arms up. The she puts her hand out right in front of her mouth, and hocks something into it. I look down, and lo, it's a tooth. Not just any tooth, a tooth that has been causing her MUCH trouble for the last...week. I was more than happy to have this little whine-tool out of her mouth. So when she looked at me with big, shocked eyes...tooth in hand, I jumped out of the chair and started cheering.

She ran to the bathroom, looked in the mirror, and started...balling. Yeah, not exactly the reaction I was expecting. I thought she was sick of this tooth. Well, her respsonse was, "I liked to play with it when I was bored." Really? You're making me feel this terrible because your source of entertainment is gone? You're mourning the loss of a tooth? Sheesh.

Eventually, after all of the drama had worn off, she tried to bite me again. I wasn't very worried...I mean, she had one less tooth. She was weak sauce now. And we ended the night back in the chair watching a movie. It was a really good night of sister bonding time.

I have never, well, before tonight, removed a tooth from a mouth. I believe I should have considered dentistry more heavily. Maybe a change of majors is due? Nah. I'm sure I'll see enough hole-filled mouths in my current profession of choice. =) Anyway, time to get some sleep.

Watch out for loose toothed ten-year-olds,
the Lone Woolf

The culprit. And the hole. 

Runnin' low.

Hello my lovely followers,

I know I didn't blog my new yesterday, but it was a very busy day, and my new was rather simple. Allos me to inform you.

I went running with my favorite older sister. My blood sugars had been running a wee bit on the lower side all day, but I figured enjoying a very high calorie meal would allow me to run a mere two miles without any trouble. Well, wrong. Nearing the end of the run, I started feeling a little, well, strange.  It kind of felt like my body was in normal running mode, but it seemed that my vertical was increasing. I felt like I was...jump-running. Yes, running and jumping at the same time. bounding.

Weird, right? OKay, well, that's not necessarily the 'new' thing of the day. The new part was that I was very...unprepared. Normally, I am in control of my diabetes. I often feel like a mother when I'm around my other diabetics because I'm the one who checks my blood sugar, or provides them with the necessary supplies to check there's (even if it is the only time they've done it in months) (cough cough...BRYAN). Anyway, at this point in time, I was unprepared and in a very unfamiliar place. SO I finally told my sister, and she said, "do you want me to go knock on that door?"

I said no. I mean, can you imagine how awkward that would be!? "Hi, sir, uhhh...do you have any food my diabetic sister could eat real quick. She's having a hyplogycemic episode."

Yeah, awwwwkkkward.

Megan then responded how any older sister would respond, "Lora, if you fall on the ground, I will be dragging you by your ponytail." She's so...sweet. The story ends quickly. I then realized we were only about two blocks from my sister's house and the end of our run. So there we went, sprinting...I'd say we had a very nice 'kick'. I ripped open the gate, then the door, and very ungracefully the fridge. I chugged a nice Hawaiian PUnch, and then I was fine. Back to normal blood sugar range. Thank goodness. I, my friends, was back in control. And control is exactly where I like to be.

Well, that's all. Coming soon is my new thing of...well, today.

Keep your sugars up,
the Lone Woolf

Driving barefoot

Today, obviously, was day three of something new. I was struggling for a while as to what exactly new I did today. It was one of those days that was pretty packed. I woke up, scrambled some eggs, made some coffee, and sat down to watch tv. So here's new number one: the Wendy Williams show.


Personally, I don't watch too many talk shows, but recently, I am finding that I enjoy them more and more. And today, I especially loved this one. So much, that I may get up by ten, so that I can watch it again tomorrow. HOwever, this isn't the new I was going to tell you about, my friends. My other excitement for the day came a little later.


I got a text message from my lovely cousin, Shelby, asking if I wanted to do an earlier lunch because she was 'hungry'. It was only about 10:45 when I got this, but I managed to throw on some nike shorts, cash a check, and hit the road by 11:05. 


I made it to Coldwater, picked up my cuzz, and off to lunch we went. It was obviously the Kreeme that was suitable for our taste buds on this given day. I walked up to the counter, looked at the menu (though pointless since I get the same thing EVERY time), and ordered a chef salad with chicken, chocolate covered rice krispy cookie, and a large diet dr. pepper. This is like...heaven to my tongue. So Shelb and I sat there, ate, and suddenly, she got a wonderful idea. Golfing.


Shelby and I are two of the most ridiculous people. Taking anything serious has never been one of our strengths--especially golfing. The only time either of us had seen our grandpa get mad was on a golf course. But when you have two teenaged girls, 29 whiffs, and a couple of swings that result in a face plant...of course we're going to giggle...excessively. 


Anyway, today, despite the nasty wind, we decided to go golfing, and golfing we did. We headed to the course, found a cart (that is another ridiculous story in itself), and hit the course. Since neither of us have much patience, we went for the shortest holes. The first hole resulted in a couple of silly pictures, me losing my ball in a pasture on the second stinkin' shot (the ball matched my shirt. I was a little ticked off), and shelby putting her ball in...like she was playing pool. Like I said, ridiculous.


The next hole, however, we were getting serious. There was a little stream, and somehow, Shelby and I managed to get across it on the first hit. That within itself was a divine situation. On we went to finish up what was already obviously, our hole. That's when shelby asked, "Do you always golf with your shoes off?" This question really threw me for a loop. As far as I knew, I had put shoes on that day, so for a solid two seconds I was really confused. I looked down, and sure enough, there on each foot was a nice lookin' silvery asic. I, indeed, had shoes on. In the next moment, I did what any natural person would do. I said, "No, but I am now." So I ripped my shoes off and finished the hole.


I later drove with my shoes off. No, not my car. That definitely wouldn't be new. I always drive my car with my shoes off. But today, I drove the course...foot loose and fancy free. And boy was it joyous. Until about two minutes later. A stinkin' sticker ruined my five minutes of breezy toes with cold grass running through them. 


So there's my new...driving barefoot. I would recommend this situation to any of you. When all else fails, take your shoes off. Okay, time to get rested for tomorrow. 


Watch out for stickers,
the Lone Woolf

yes, this is me and my three moments of glory. Did I forget to mention the awesome socks? 

A day of a new...tattoo?

Two posts in one day? No, you're not dreaming. This is reality. But as I told you earlier, I have to get started on my days of new. Today, well, it was a pretty basic Sunday...but I did do one thing new.

I wanted to feel something, right? What better way to feel than through a tattoo? Addie and I decided to make it a duo sort of thing. After much trouble, I finally chose a nice pink and black dragonfly. So here we were, Addie and I, in the kitchen...tattooing.

Oh, did I forget to mention these are child friendly tattoos? Because they are.

This fun was great. My little sister stuck a peace sign on her back and some lips on her bicep (the latter was my idea, clever?). However, the best part is that I'm currently convincing an innocent seventh grader that it's real. Yes, she legitimately believes I have a dragonfly permanently mounted on my scapula...oh boy. What are they teaching seventh graders in school these days? Sheesh.

So below, is my new for the day. I know it's silly, and I know it's not very clever, but it was fun and it was new. I've never had a black and pink dragonfly on my shoulder blade before. The silliest part is...i like it. =)

Okay, I will be back tomorrow.

Pain in beauty,
the Lone Woolf

Spring Break

Hello to you all,

I haven't posted in a while due to many different aspects--visiting hospitals, starting new jobs, keeping a social life..you get the picture. 

But now I'm on the lovely spring break. What am I doing for this lovely holiday, you may ask? Well, let me tell you.

Absolutely nothing. 

An entire week of no plans, prior engagements, people to please...it's going to be wonderful. I am chilling in Protection, and nobody will be bothering me. HOwever, I've decided that I should do something fun, so I have something to look forward to everyday. So here's my plan.

I am going to dive into Protection. I'm going to do something new once a day. What the new things will be, I have yet to determine, but I'm going to scope it out. Since I technically got home yesterday, I will start with...yesterday? 

It was Saturday night, and it's March Madness time, folks. This happens to be one of my favorite times of the year. I haven't ever been a sports follower because I don't really see a point. There are too many things that are disappointing in life that I CAN control, so I choose not to waste my time on caring about the things that I CAN'T. Silly, I know. However, I do enjoy walking through the house hearing the sound of basketball games, people yelling random things, etc. It's March Madness, and I've already enjoyed my hearty share. 

But March Madness isn't new. What was, my lovelies, was a super moon. Yes, a SUPER moon. What does that entail? A moon with a cape? A mask? Super powers? Well, no...but yes. The moon shines SUPER bright, and it's SUPER big. This kind of thing doesn't happen very often. 

So last night, I walked out onto my front porch, wrapped myself in a blanket, and sat down on my first step, a place that holds so many memories. The sky was clear, and the town was quiet. So quiet. How long it has been since I've experienced such serenity. 

Not only did I realize how much I value the moon and stars and there wonderful beauty, I also realized how much I've missed this quietness that I never seem to encounter anymore. So there I sat...passing time...admiring. 

Life has been stressful lately. I'm riding a fine line between busy and mentally overloaded. When this happens, I often forget how lovely this planet actually is, and how much I have to love. Really, I forget to feel. I don't allow anything to upset me because, well, I justify it as being a fact of life. Sitting on my porch, staring up directly above me, brought me back to reality.

So, yes, this moon did have super powers. No, not a cape, and no, not a mask, but it definitely had the power to bring me back to earth. back to my roots. back to a life of feeling. And that's my goal for the week--rediscovering a life of feeling. 

That's all I have for now. Today, I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do, but when I do, you'll be the first to know. 

Love to all,

the Lone Woolf